[John was no stranger to waking up and having no idea where or when he was. When you lived the kind of lifestyle he did, which often involved waking up in the homes of people he didn't know, in cities he couldn't recall visiting, wearing clothes that were not his own, you tend to get over the whole "oh no I am lost" thing pretty quick.]
[That said, this is the first time John's ever woken up in a temple - and he means a temple temple, not the synagogue kind. He's woken up in the synagogue kind before for reasons better left to the imagination because any attempt to recount the story to someone who wasn't there to witness it with their own eyes would be doing the event a disservice.]
[He looks around the place, hands on his hips as he hums thoughtfully to himself.]
Huh.
[He pauses to fish something out of his coat pocket - a cigarette and lighter - the former of which he lights with the latter. He takes a long drag, still looking around his unfamiliar surroundings, before exhaling two dark gray plumes of smoke through his nose.]
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[John was no stranger to waking up and having no idea where or when he was. When you lived the kind of lifestyle he did, which often involved waking up in the homes of people he didn't know, in cities he couldn't recall visiting, wearing clothes that were not his own, you tend to get over the whole "oh no I am lost" thing pretty quick.]
[That said, this is the first time John's ever woken up in a temple - and he means a temple temple, not the synagogue kind. He's woken up in the synagogue kind before for reasons better left to the imagination because any attempt to recount the story to someone who wasn't there to witness it with their own eyes would be doing the event a disservice.]
[He looks around the place, hands on his hips as he hums thoughtfully to himself.]
Huh.
[He pauses to fish something out of his coat pocket - a cigarette and lighter - the former of which he lights with the latter. He takes a long drag, still looking around his unfamiliar surroundings, before exhaling two dark gray plumes of smoke through his nose.]
Least this place is better than Shit Narnia.