A Room.
You are in a room.
The floor is made of concrete.
The walls are made of concrete.
The ceiling is made of concrete.
There are no doors, windows, or other openings. Somehow, the air in the room is being refreshed constantly.
You have no idea how you, or anyone else, got in this room. You don’t see much of a way out. There’s nothing here except the clothes on your back – even the light is just a dim ambient illumination, with no visible source.
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Elijah jumps a bit, as he was just beginning to doze off but the yell woke him up. He blinks a bit, trying to stay awake. I mean…he has to help protect the others right? At least in his mind he does. For example, He might protect Alex…and so might Ana, so he’ll also protect Ana too. Samuel’s protecting Velia, but who’s protecting Samuel? He can. And what if Samuel gets separated briefly from Velia and he’s near? He can then. And Dayla probably wants to help to protect people probably…but then who’s to protect her? He can help. And none of the other people in the room seem to know each other, so if he can, he’ll protect them. While this is…a lot to handle, it makes sense to him, the logic just adds up in his head.
Alex is looking down currently, only to scoot closer to Elijah, Samuel, Velia, Ana, and Dayla, who were making sure to stay together he thinks…but he didn’t want to only be standing next to only them…that might make everyone else in the room feel excluded and he most definitely will not exclude anyone that wants to be included!
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Dayla sighs, the yelling of another had also started her, but she was more sight because Samuel woke up.
“Wha…?” He asks blinking awake to see the room around him wasn’t his bedroom, and the situation came back to him in flashes of memory and vision unable to balance it. Velia remains asleep beside him and he sits up a bit… “I miss anything?”
Dayla shakes her head “unless you count Alex’s spell wearing off.” Samuel processes this slowly but is able to understand he needs to remember to sign. Completely possible.
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Alex sits there, starting at the floor, as if transfixed. He doesn’t really know what to do besides wait…wait until something happens. Unless they were just being left here to starve to death…or kill each other. He has a knife with him, if someone were to be in misery and beyond saving even if Juliet were here…he could just….end it for them to stop the pain. Not that he wants to or that he’s going to kill anyone or himself, but if it came down to it…
Ana watches both Elijah, who’s going between watching a wall, to Alex, to her, to the Alexis’ present, to scanning everyone else in the room anxiously, and Alex, concerned, even though she’s sure she looks pissed off. Which she is also. “What the fuck is even going on?!” Ana shouts out, completely and utterly overwhelmed.