That's it.
I'm panicking.
I have no idea where I am. Every street in California looks the same. It's like walking in circles, around concrete roads and identical buildings.
Then I see two people up ahead. I might as well see if they're any use, otherwise I'll never find my way back.
As I approach closer, I can see them more clearly under the dim streetlights. They're both girls, one with dark skin and luminous pastel blue hair tied in a bun, the other fairly pale with a flowing golden ponytail, looking like a Barbie doll. They both seem to have marks on their faces, like... tattoos? Little v's under their eyes... weird.
Nevertheless, I call out to them.
"Hey! Uh... any idea how to get to North Avenue?"
The darker skinned girl attempts to talk, but she's immediately cut off by the blonde.
"North fucking Avenue?! Jesus Christttttt, that's on the other side of...", she pauses.
"Where areeeee we, Llura?"
It's now clear that the blonde is absolutely wasted.
'Llura' sighs dramatically and turns to me.
"Sorry about her. My name's Allura, this is... Romelle" she says, almost disappointed. "North Av-"
"Nice to meeeeeeet youuu, pointy chinnn" Romelle interrupts again, slouching on Allura.
"The name's Lance" I say in my best 'cool guy' voice.
Allura doesn't seem impressed.
Romelle is just confused.
"As in the swooooor-"
Allura covers Romelle's mouth out of annoyance.
"I'm really sorry, but North Avenue is on the other side of town"
"Oh" I say awkwardly, "well..."
"Let's take him to Voltroooon"
Romelle has managed to- wait.
Vol... tron?
