What time is it?

[Hikari Kazuya]

ADVENTURE TIME! SHENANIGANS TIME!

It's 2PM in the afternoon, where is Marcus and Silk, and what are each of them doing?

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Marcus is currently in Turkey, Perched out of sight atop of an old Mosque overlooking the Bosphorus River and thoroughly enjoying the sunshine.

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Silk is in Columbia, sleeping away a hangover from a little too much fun the night before at her club.

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Suddenly!

Marcus feels faint, before slowly blacking out! When the both of them come to, or in Silk's case wakes up they find themselves inside a palace. I don't think they're in Kansas Turkey or Colombia anymore...

There is a doorway at each end of the pool, do they go North or South?

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Marcus would awaken with a groan. Strange, he didn't necessarily feel like taking a nap today.
Pulling himself slowly up off the ground, Marcus looked about himself and let out an even louder groan. Did he fall off the roof somehow? Mabey the Imam found him splayed on the ground and took him inside, the room he was in certainly looked like it belonged in a Mosque.

What certainly didn't was the other person lying crumpled on the floor.
Ok this was making ALOT less sense now.

Slowly Marcus would approach the young woman, her back turned to him.
"Hey, miss? Miss are you alright?"
She didn't seem to react, at least not that he had seen, so the man put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards him to get a look at her face.

And MAN did he get a surprise!

"SILK!?!?!??!"

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Silk didn't wake up right away. She was out till a hand touched her shoulder. Her eyes shot open as she stared up at a man who seemed so familiar. He even knew her name. Silk had been doing quite a bit of drinking and the man towering over her looked a lot like Marcus. She sat up rubbing her eyes, not even caring to look around the large place they found themselves in.

"Carlos, it isn't even..."

She looked around for some sort of clock. Not seeing one she frowned. She stared back at the man above her.

"What did you do with my clock?"

No time was given to answer, she just got up dusting herself off and grumbling about how spanish men had no decency. They just walked in on what ever woman they chose and took her shit. It was irritating, aggravating and stupid. Absolutely stupid. Now during this little rant, Silk began to sober up and as she did, she slowly realized that where she stood wasn't her home in Columbia and it certainly wasn't Long Beach, Cali. She raised a brow and looked back at the man who had woken her up.

"...You're.... not Carlos... Marcus? The hell are you..."

She looked around again seeming all the more confused by the idea of her friend suddenly showing up.

"Alright so in some drunken dream haze you show up. Alright then! Well... since I lucid dream... I'm going this way. It should walk me out of this fucking dream and wake me up so I can scream at Carlos for taking my goddamn clock!"

She began walking north with quite a sure step to her. She felt very certain it was a dream. After all, how do you explain going to sleep in Columbia and waking up beside one of your old friends? You don't. It just doesn't fucking happen.

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Silk heads through the North door! When she and Marcus, if he chooses to follow, do, they find themselves outside, the palace they just walked out of behind them!

They really aren't in Turkey or Colombia anymore! Naturally, they stick out like a sour thumb in this area, best find some clothes to help blend in! Fortunately, they find a clothesline of clothes drying at a home nearby! What do they do?

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"Ya know what, that makes just about the most sense right now."
Marcus exclaimed as he followed Silk out through the north door.
A Dream, mabey he really did fall asleep on the roof of that Mosque. It didn't help that he had been thinking about Silk for quite some time, having been wondering what the volatile Latina had been up to lately.
Once he stepped outside with her though, it had all become rather obvious.

"Must be my dream then."
Marcus intoned with all seriousness and a nod of his head.
Made sense considering where he was before falling asleep. Naturally there was a big difference between Turkey and THIS place, what with it looking more like an old Middle eastern palace like what you would find in Persia or India.

But hey, close enough right?

"I'm glad, I was beginning to worry I was a Figment of your imagination there Silk and not the other way around."
Spotting a line of clothes, Marcus trotted over to them and immediately began stripping his clothes off and slapping on whatever looked male on the line, bundling his normal clothes together and tying them up using bits of cloth that he then tied into a back sling.

Because of course it made the most sense given the current situation.

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Marcus followed her out and she quirked a brow at him. It certainly sounded like Marcus. Though her brain was fairly adept at creating rather elaborate versions of her friends so she didn't think much of it. Once outside she looked back at where they had come from and her brow rose again.  It certainly isn't Columbia and she only remembers these types of buildings in the middle east, which meant either she was really fucking hammered the night before and some how ended up in the middle east with her old friend or... She's having a drunk dream. The latter seems more plausible at the moment. When Silk did turn her attention back to Marcus he was just there stripping down and putting on the clothes that hung on the line of a nearby home.

"I can't tell if it is actually some sort of perverted part of my subconscious that wants to see you naked or if this is just something randomly thrown into my head because I spent my night drinking in a strip club... but... Oddly enough... I'm not bothered by it either way."

She walked past him and figuring that this was just a dream version of her friend, stripping in front of him really wasn't an issue. Hell, stripping in front of him before had never really been an issue but it would have left him with much more to think about. At least here it's just a dream and when she wakes up that will be the end of it. It took her a moment to actually figure out how some of the clothing worked. It was a lot more scandalous than she remembered middle eastern clothes being. Though it was her dream so it made sense that she would wear something like this. She looked over at Marcus.

"So, what do you think? Do I look like some concubine or something now? They have those things here right? Like concubines... whores, street walkers... uhhh there are more names... God dream me feels really dumb right now."

She rubbed the side of her head still slightly feeling the effects of her binder the night before.

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Marcus and Silk changed clothes just in time, as high above them, on the second floor of the palace, a young man would emerge from a doorway, walking along the outside and accompanied by a couple young ladies. Their voices would be heard briefly before they headed through the doorway on the opposite end, leaving Marcus and Silk in silence.

They are free to re-enter the palace and explore, or explore the outside area.

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Marcus watched in delight as Silk began to change, choosing to keep his comments to himself as he admired the view. Silk certainly was one of the best examples on how to put a woman together and considering how many times she teased him with bare skin, it wasn't a wonder Marcus had a near perfect of what a near naked Silk would look like in his head.

And vice versa. Which was a testament to how comfortable the pair were around each other, having been best friends since high school.

Feeling particularly roguish, Marcus took a moment to stretch himself out before ensuring that everything was exactly where it was supposed to be on his personage.

"You look like your wearing one of your belly dancer outfits truth be told. Not that I'm complaining. I just-"
Marcus was cut off as the sounds of voices was heard above. Looking up, Marcus found a rather delicious sight of multiple scantily clad women along with a man who was dressed too well to be just a guard or adviser.
"I'm liking this place more and more. How much you wanna bet that guys a prince or something?"
Marcus asked Silk as the man and his rather attractive entourage went back inside. With a shrug, turned to look about himself.

"Ugh. I don't even know where to start......."

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She blinked at Marcus only listening to about half of what he was saying. When the voices were heard and the man walked by with his harem, Silk stared at them for a moment. Marcus' words about that guy having been a prince only barely reaching her ears.

"And... I am successfully weirded out brain."

Silk said as she looked back at Marcus who was wondering about where to go. The funny part was that she was very much weirded out by the idea that her brain would come up with something this elaborate. Her dreams were usually past events or some drunken mess but this was something new entirely and it was weird.

"How about you go follow those girls. You seemed interested enough."

Silk smirked as she walked past him to go explore more of the outside. Was there a little hint of jealousy in her voice? Maybe just a tad. Though this was all a dream right?

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Looks like Silk would be exploring the outside area first! As she walked past Marcus and into the streets, she would find nothing out of the ordinary, unless she considered empty market stalls out of the ordinary, but considering it was almost evening, it made sense. As she continued down the streets however, and if Marcus chose to follow, in the distance, a building could be made out. As she, and Marcus, if he came along, drew closer, the building that had been in the distance would come into full view.

They can choose to head inside the mosque, or head back to the palace and explore that.

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In the face of Silks smirk, Marcus chose to respond in the the most mature manner possible.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
Having displayed his stunning level of maturity, Marcus began to follow behind Silk as they took their first few steps deeper into the city. It was no real choice to be honest. Faced with the choice between two half naked women and one half naked Silk, Marcus in all his hopelessness would hound after Silk every time. Even a dream Silk.

Or so he assumed.

"Meh, Trust me I got all the Eye candy I need right here."
He teased with a Smirk. Besides, there was something to be said about wanting what one could not have, and Silk had been something of a holy grail of sorts for the man even when he was dating Kelsie, his ex.
Something about the curves. HAD to be the curves.

Dem hips man. Crazy.

The Stalls in the Market square were empty, which made sense with it being night out, but also put Marcus on edge somewhat. Shouldn't there be some form of town guard wandering about? He also had no clue what this place was like at night and if his adventures abroad were any indication, A Cities Nightlife can be equal parts entertaining and deadly. Every alleyway a potential spot to get your throat cut.
Marcus cracked his knuckles. If anyone was skulking in the shadows they were more than welcomed to try their luck.

He could use the exercise, even if it WAS a dream.
Or so he assumed.

"That would be a mosque."
Marcus explained as a large building with lit windows loomed before them.
"A Church for the Islamic faith. So you can expect it's full of stuffy old men and books. And Prayer Mats. And Mabey people using said mats."

Marcus let out a sigh. Honestly, he was beginning to become rather disinterested now. Usually that was the point in his dreams where dragons made of oily smoke and flying submarines invaded his subconscious mind with it's absurdity.

"Gonna climb it."
He suddenly remarked before shooting off towards the building of stone, using whatever handholds he could to scale the Mosque's walls and reach the top of the roof to get a good view of the area around them. Or at least a good enough view considering it was night.

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"Your never ending maturity certainly trumps mine."

Silk teased him and stuck her tongue out at him in response. He followed her, which honestly, if this was her dream, she wasn't surprised by. Not to mention Marcus did tend to follow her a lot in school when they walked around. She never minded it really. It was nice knowing someone was there, even in a dream. The market stalls being empty kind of made their little stroll all that much more eerie and she heard Marcus' knuckles crack and raised a brow at him. Sure she fought in dreams but unless she was having a nightmare, she wasn't scared of this place. When he explained what they were looking at and then began to climb it she rolled her eyes.

"Damn, even dream Marcus likes to be a know it all."

She snipped from the ground with a smirk. She would look around and hmmm a little as she tried to decide what she should do. There wasn't much to look at out here and Marcus was climbing the mosque. She wasn't too fond of churches. People didn't like her mocking them and in honesty, Silk loved to mock people far too much. She put her hand behind her head as she thought for a moment before giving a heavy sigh and climbing up the side of the mosque after Marcus.

"My dreams tend to be much more adventurous than this. I blame you."