(While Howard had still been skeptical about the whole fairy rings situation, eventually enough people had said that nothing bad had ever come from it, that it seemed safe and reliable, and that they had traveled through them just fine that he finally went for it. Of course, as soon as he was on the other side he was feeling himself all over, to make sure he wasn't missing any limbs. But all his fingers and toes were in check, his nose, his earlobes, and most importantly his moustache, and so apparently it had been alright. A lucky one off, he figured.
The station was mesmerising, he spent the first few hours just rushing back and forth, unable to sit down or stand still, there was just too much to take in.
But then there was an all too familiar figure sitting, and it made him come to a near crashing stop with the wall. Of course, he'd seen him on the network, but part of him was still convinced it was some sort of cruel joke. Seeing him in person. That was something else. If it was who he thought it was, of course.)
Start of March
The station was mesmerising, he spent the first few hours just rushing back and forth, unable to sit down or stand still, there was just too much to take in.
But then there was an all too familiar figure sitting, and it made him come to a near crashing stop with the wall. Of course, he'd seen him on the network, but part of him was still convinced it was some sort of cruel joke. Seeing him in person. That was something else. If it was who he thought it was, of course.)
Steve?