[So Sanji is...confused. He's just been dumped into some shitty ballroom, dressed all snazzy and fancy even for him, and he feels...vaguely disoriented. He has a pretty good idea where he is, what fucking...place he's in, but he also has a weird feeling that something's gone wrong. Even though he doesn't have any memory of anything strange happening.
Or, well. Stranger than usual.
But it's really never good when this shitty place decides to just drop them in random places for no reason.
He glances around for a familiar face, but quickly remembers the shitty device thing for communicating here. Weird again that he feels rusty with it, and that he has to pause and think about how to navigate through the damn menu to get to where he wants. Soon enough, though, he's shooting off a text to his idiot roommates. Or one of them, anyway. He knows Luffy ain't always one for reading, or typing into this thing. Probably easier to get answers from Zoro.]
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Or, well. Stranger than usual.
But it's really never good when this shitty place decides to just drop them in random places for no reason.
He glances around for a familiar face, but quickly remembers the shitty device thing for communicating here. Weird again that he feels rusty with it, and that he has to pause and think about how to navigate through the damn menu to get to where he wants. Soon enough, though, he's shooting off a text to his idiot roommates. Or one of them, anyway. He knows Luffy ain't always one for reading, or typing into this thing. Probably easier to get answers from Zoro.]
hey what the fuck is going on?