One thing I can say about this adventure, waking up somewhere different than when you went to sleep is ALWAYS disorientating. Especially when you do it twice in rapid succession. Triplely so when you wake up with...extra bits. I reached up and flicked a fuzzy ear. Because I'm apparently an idiot, so of course it hurt. Definitely confirms the extra bits. Ow. My sudden sado-masochist episode is interrupted (quite rudely I might add) by the stirrings of others in the same clearing. Oh, I wasn't alone. How interesting. Let's see. Human, elf, human in heavy armor, chick with glowy tattoos, and Houston we have a furry. And now their freaking out, so this is definitely not according to keikaku. At least the scenery is pleasing, if you like "overgrown city." Wait, overgrown city plus sudden transportation plus furries minus drugs equals Theldesia. That...could be good. It could also be bad, depending on if I've been fucked with. I stood up, working my shoulders to get some of the kinks out (hey, the ground is hard. Sue me) as I mentally rifled through the possibilities of what my build could possibly have been. Lessee not a gigantic brick of muscle and also not a dude, so definitely not a Guardian, probably not a Pirate either. But at the same time, I'm not a womanlet, so more than likely not an assassin. Muscles that exist rule out being a pansy ass wizard. Medium isn't my style and I feel neither the desire to hump a tree, nor hump anything else, eliminating Druid and Bard. Which leaves-
"Swashbuckler. Level Twenty Four. That's good right?"
I turned around, expecting someone to have stopped freaking out enough to question the wolf person fondling themselves in public rather than having the good sense to scream. What I got was instead was an armored figure towering over me. 'Mighty Dubya' indeed. And a mighty smirk too. Fookin' battleships
"The fuck are you giggling at Wash?"
"Have you seen your name? Quite fetching if I do say so myself"
I have a name? I mean of course I have a name. But there shouldn't be anything funny about it, let me check my stat-
I would just like to state on the record that fuck past me.
"You'll fit right in Mister BallsDeep69"
Goddammit Wash.

Despite her unfortunate sense of humor (it's not funny!) It's actually quite fortuitous to run into Wash first. Out of all my friends, she's the one to bounce ideas off of, and once I gave her the lowdown on exactly what's going to happen as I knew it vis-a-vis Log Horizon (both the series and the guild) she was quick to offer suggestions, both useful and not. But more importantly she made it much easier to keep spirits up. Especially once she got on coma the with everyone.
"So, what you're saying is that shit's fucked."
"First of all, language, there's children around. Second of all, no, we're not. We'll just have to have everyone sit tight in their respective cities until we can come get them. Obviously, Hannah and Taeko will be first, since Shibuya is right next door. Akebi and Noriko will be next, we need to get them out of Susukino ASAP. Maybe we can get this Shiroe guy to grab a couple hitch hikers. Elsa is strong, she should be able to hide out in Nakasu for a while, especially if she and Shinobu can link up. Otherwise, she's going to have to be last hopefully before they get beseiged."
"What about your sister?"
All she had to do was point, and I could feel ice in my veins. I may not be nearly as experienced in worldly affairs as I probably need to be, but I like to think that there's very little that can scare me. A pissed off fast battleship bearing down on me at flank is one of those things. Even from hundreds of feet away, I could hear her (or should I say his) voice
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER. WHEN I GET MY RIGGING BACK, I'MMA PLANT MY MARK SIX SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU'LL BE TASTING SILK FOR A MONTH"
I ran like a little bitch.