[ 'Inside' is a relative term. Will was seeking shelter, and he found it in a sense: a bus stop complete with low wooden bench, merged clunkily into the bus itself. Devoid entirely of people, devoid entirely of logos or license plates or even so much as numbers on the bus' odometer. Then again, it doesn't even have wheels, so perhaps expecting a functioning motor involved with it at all was missing the point of this world.
But he's inside, which means the cold light from the 'moon' is dimmer through the windows. At least these windows still show the outside accurately, unlike the ones in that first room. Had it been a radio station? Will's certainly never been in another one; he's not the best person to ask what to call that initial area.
Or this current one, for that matter.
The strange reassurance of being able to look out a window and see the outside world accurately reflected means it takes Will a moment to realize that one of them is...not a window. Or reflecting the outside world accurately at all. He sighs heavily, ready to resign himself to staying in this space anyway for a reprieve from the outdoors for a moment, but then...
A flash of movement. Shadow, in this room that isn't there. Will leans in, curious—
—And then immediately hits his elbow on a bus seat's high back when he stumbles away from it when hands press against it, white and flat like seeing someone press on a window from the other side. But that's not all — there's a face that resolves in the image soon as well, and it's not like the moving shadow Will caught a glimpse of earlier.
This is a human face. Will takes a step closer and can see their eyes, the expression on their face. They look...curious and confused. Will imagines his own face isn't so far off from that, itself. ]
—Hello? [ Sorry, stranger. Will was too busy tripping over his own feet in shock to notice you were already trying the speaking thing, and that it's not happening through this mirror. ]
i'll take the george harrison reference for 400, please (also will's on the dark side of the moon)
But he's inside, which means the cold light from the 'moon' is dimmer through the windows. At least these windows still show the outside accurately, unlike the ones in that first room. Had it been a radio station? Will's certainly never been in another one; he's not the best person to ask what to call that initial area.
Or this current one, for that matter.
The strange reassurance of being able to look out a window and see the outside world accurately reflected means it takes Will a moment to realize that one of them is...not a window. Or reflecting the outside world accurately at all. He sighs heavily, ready to resign himself to staying in this space anyway for a reprieve from the outdoors for a moment, but then...
A flash of movement. Shadow, in this room that isn't there. Will leans in, curious—
—And then immediately hits his elbow on a bus seat's high back when he stumbles away from it when hands press against it, white and flat like seeing someone press on a window from the other side. But that's not all — there's a face that resolves in the image soon as well, and it's not like the moving shadow Will caught a glimpse of earlier.
This is a human face. Will takes a step closer and can see their eyes, the expression on their face. They look...curious and confused. Will imagines his own face isn't so far off from that, itself. ]
—Hello? [ Sorry, stranger. Will was too busy tripping over his own feet in shock to notice you were already trying the speaking thing, and that it's not happening through this mirror. ]