[ stepping out of orientation is a bit like stepping into a dream. at least, some kind of weird 1984 dream, as far as he can tell. sex included. he's pretty sure jung and freud would have a lot to say about his current situation and he really doesn't want to think about that right now.

because shit has hit the fan for him, even before he got here. his girlfriend's dad turned out to be a serial killer, his best friend is in jail for a murder he didn't commit, his gang got defeated by their rivals, and to top it all off, he's still recovering from the beating he'd gotten from the ghoulies. suffice it to say, jughead is not pleased to be sucked into some weird world where he's labeled ( he hates labels ) and forced into a society that he kinda really loathes.

he's the bottom of the pile again, just like he'd been in riverdale. at least he's used to it.

still, right now, all he really wants is a cup of coffee and maybe just a plain notebook to write in ( since he seems to have lost his laptop ). which leads to him wandering around the down for a bit, feeling a bit clueless and even less pleased with the situation. eventually, he stops and reaches for the nearest person, hoping he doesn't set off the wrong vibe. ]

Hey, you know where to get a cup of coffee around here? And maybe a laptop?

[ the room reminds him all too starkly of the lodges' apartment on the northside which sets off alarm bells for him. there's already so many issues with this place that he isn't really sure where to start. and to make matters worse, he's not alone. glancing at the other person in the room, he heaves a sigh and settles on the couch, tucking his hands behind his head as he frowns. ]

So there's some trick to getting out of here, right? Got any ideas?