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    The first thing Sorrel becomes aware of is the fact that he has one hell of a headache.

    The second thing is that there's grass up his nose, and that's what ultimately wakes him up, because he has no idea why there would be grass up his nose. He rolls over with a splutter, realizing it's in his mouth too, and it tastes nasty, and--there are trees looming high above him, sunlight filtering through.

    Utterly confused, Sorrel sits up, grimacing and pressing a hand to his temple in a vain attempt to soothe the pounding. When he looks around, he realizes that there are several other people sprawled out in the grassy clearing, all in various degrees of wakefulness.

    Oh, joy.

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    It's always forests, Camellia thinks glumly.

    The forest in question she's talking about is lush and alive, so she's at the very least thankful that it's not a gloomy one, because then she'd already be preparing to die. That's how all horror movies start, after all. But at the same time, Camellia's not sure where she is other than a clearing in a forest. Given that she spends most of her time at home and in front of a computer, there's no way she'd recognize where she is.

    She's not alone, either. There are a lot of other people, all conked out, none of which she recognizes which instantly puts her on guard. Sighing quietly, Camellia makes herself comfortable against the tree trunk. While she doesn't know these people, she'd really rather not take her chances out there in the forest on her own.

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    Embarrassingly enough, it's the fact that he can't feel his sunglasses on his face that startles Lynx awake.

    It's not that he sleeps with sunglasses on--that'd damage them and his beautiful face--but usually he can find them easily by groping around on his bed, and all he gets is a fistful of green grass. With a muttered curse, Lynx pushes himself up, immediately suspicious. His blue eyes dart around, noting instantly that he's not alone. There are people around here, and his sunglasses are nowhere to be seen, and this is already shaping up to be a shitty day.

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    Eoin stretches and yawns, rolling on to his side. He knows his alarm will go off soon, but maybe if he keeps his eyes shut for long enough and prays to the heavens, he'll be able to squeeze in another hour of sleep in five minutes. It doesn't seem like that will happen though, as he's feeling more awake by the second. Oh well. He decides to just stay in bed until his alarm goes off, and enjoys the gentle sound of the trees creaking and grass rustling in the wind. Wait...


    Now completely awake, Eoin sits up in a panic, his sightless eyes open wide. This is not his bed he's laying on, and this place is definitely not his room. Where the hell is he? His heart races, and he tries to calm himself down to listen to what's around him. There are trees, that's for sure, and they seem to go on for quite a while. Dang, Eoin hates open spaces. Being blind isn't really conducive to get around in the wide, open world! He can hear several other people stirring and breathing near him, making him more confused. Where did we all come from? And how? he thinks to himself. The presence of others comforts him slightly, as maybe these other people are just as clueless as he is. If they are even people... He's suddenly nervous again.


    Hoping to God that at least one of these beings are friendly and he's not just shouting into a group of thieves or wild pack of dogs, Eoin clears his throat and stands up. "Hello?" he calls out warily, reaching a hand out in front of himself in the hopes that there's something familiar nearby that he can steady himself on.

    Sarah yawned as she woke up, stretching out her arms luxuriously as if she had just awoken from a much needed nap. It took her a few moments of looking around groggily before it clicked. "Oh hey, I'm in the woods..." Sarah pondered, before slowly realizing what was wrong with that thought. "Wait, what?" The young woman mumbled aloud. Upon hearing somebody call out "Hello" she turned to look at Eoin, outstretching his hand. She could tell he was blind by the color of his eyes. "Hello? Are you alright?" She asked before getting up and approaching the young man. She was about to offer a hand, but something felt.... Wrong, so she simply held out her forearm for him to grab onto.

    (IC) Eoin jumps a bit upon hearing a young woman's voice, hesitantly touching her arm. She sounded somewhat drowsy, so maybe she had just woken up as well. At least he isn't alone in his confusion. "I... I think so," he says quietly. "Um, who are you? Where are we?" His head spins, trying to make some sense of their situation. No matter how hard he tries, he can't for the life of himself remember how he got here. Was he camping with his family? On a school field trip? It was warm, which is very unlike his hometown. Was he even in Ireland anymore?


    (OOC) I hope everyone else has seen the link to this thread ???

    "My name's Sarah." She introduced herself. "And... I have no idea where we are." She chuckled nervously. "I've fallen asleep in weird places before, but never in the woods." Sarah tapped her chin for a second. "How about you? What's your name?" inquired the young woman.

    (IC) For a moment, before he had even begun to stir, Jorden mumbles in his sleep; something about there being a snake in the trashcan. Jorden could have slept for an eternity if he so pleased, but he partially woke up for no other reason than his dream had startled him a bit. The snake in his trashcan had lunged at him. He squinted in the bright light that assaulted his eyes as he began to rollover onto his back. Anything on his left side would have been whacked by his arm when he lazily flopped it, not thinking that there would have been anyone there in the first place. Luckily there was no one but he did catch a glance of people standing. This brought a question to the forefront of his mind. "What on earth am I doing here? Where even is here?" He placed a hand over his face in tired confusion.

    Jorden sat up slowly and began his observations on just where the hell he had ended up. He was sitting in what he could only assume to be a field in the middle of a forest. What put him a him on edge however, was the fact that there were more people here than he initially thought. "I was at my computer desk and I fell asleep...so did I get kidnapped mid nap?" He muttered hopelessly under his breath. Shaking his head, he grabbed a few blades of grass and began fidgeting with them. There were seven other people around him all in varying stages of awake-ness. From what he could tell he was one of the last peolple to wake up, which kind of went to show just how much he could sleep if he went undisturbed.

    The closest person to him was a guy with red hair who looked fairly scary in Jorden's opinion. However Jorden decided he would do what most people wouldn't do when they see a scary looking person. "Hey you, dude with the red hair, do you have any clue what's going on here?" He was half awake as it was, so he wasn't exactly in his right mind, but regardless he probably would have done something like this anyways. You could probably call him a complete moron for doing this, but if you'd known him long enough, you'd know there was no point in wasting your breath on something like that. He would just end up doing even more moronic things by days end.


    (OOC) sorry I'm late! I had a prolonged nap like our characters here lol.

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    Charlotte was in a light sleep, curled up and bound to wake up soon enough. She woke up when she felt a gentle breeze blowing against her and she tried to pull her covers up. Grumbling when she couldn't find them, she sat up and quickly realized she wasn't at home. Her eyes widened as she looked around her, many people were around her seemingly in the same situation and just as confused as she was. She started to stand up and look around, trying to figure out where they were.

    It takes a bit longer than usual for Sorrel to register that someone's talking to him--he's the only one here with red hair, who else would the stranger calling him be referring to--and he turns his face towards whoever the hell it is. On his best days, he has a resting bitch face, but his headache is probably not making him look any friendlier which is totally fine with him.

    Then he realizes he should probably respond to him. With a grumble, he snaps, "Does it look like I know what's going on?" His voice comes out scratchy and hoarse, and exhales deeply.

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    They're starting to wake up, and Camellia shifts uncomfortably, silver eyes looking around. Something seems off about herself today, and--what the--

    Yelping loudly in surprise, she notices she's no longer sitting on the grass, floating a foot above the ground. "Help!" she squeaks, flailing wildly--everything within a few feet of her almost seems drawn to her, like there's no gravity. Please let this be a dream, she thinks, panicking.

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    Lynx starts when he feels his hair stand on end--literally. His scarf is floating too, despite there being no wind, and a startled cry of help has him turning towards--a teenager, floating a foot above the ground. He adds that to his growing list of things that I did not expect to see ever, let alone today, and stumbles to his feet, ignoring the sudden vertigo.

    "What the hell," he says, wondering if one of his exes drugged him out of revenge, and while the words aren't sufficient to describe the general surreality of the situation, it works.

    Xander was still confused on where he was, but he was more focused on survival. Whether or not this was some prank his friends pulled on him, he felt different, and uneasy. As he walked through the forest he woke up in, a loud shriek pierced his eardrums. A cry for help. Without hesitation, Xander ran towards the source of the scream. Pushing past a bush, he couldn't believe what he saw next. A girl, definitely younger than him, who seemed to be floating. "What the hell's going on here?" he said to himself, carefully approaching the girl and instinctively grabbing her arm to keep her from floating any higher. "You alright, girlie?" He asked, still trying to figure out what the deal was.

    Arthur laid happily curled up in the grass not even acknowledging the lack of a blanket wrapped around him. As his arm unfurled from around himself and flipped behind him searching he froze. He knows for a fact that he went to sleep as a little spoon. His eyes flicked open in shock as he jerked into a sitting position looking around. "What the fuck? I know for a fact I didn't go to bed alone!" It wasnt uncommon for him to wake up in strange areas but it was strange for him to not at least have a cuddle buddy. He did not enjoy being alone in the slightest so sometimes he could get his friends to sleep over with him so the quiet wasn't so loud. Blinking a few times the raven looked around him and furrowed his brows. "Okay, I know for a fact that I did not have an orgey." Watching as one of the girls started leaving the ground he hopped up with his eyes wide and a grin splitting his face. "HOLY SHIT. THAT'S SO AWESOME. HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?" He exclamied running over to the pair as she was brought back down.

    "W-what's going on?!" Camellia stifles another yelp when a hand grabs onto her arm, probably to try and help prevent her from going any higher, but she isn't--she isn't going any higher, she's just levitating and whatever's going on is pulling up the guy--only a little taller than her, but definitely older--up with her. "I have no idea what's happening," she says. "I just really want to get down!"

    Almost like whatever was holding her up was waiting for that order, she drops to the grass with a startled noise. It had only been a foot or two so it doesn't really hurt. She looks towards the other person who's approached her with excitement, another person with a shock of white hair hanging back a little. "I-I don't know," she answers, standing up and brushing herself off. "Thank you," she adds to the boy who'd grabbed onto her arm.

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    Lynx sucks in a deep breath when the girl drops to the ground again, looking rattled, not that he can blame her at all. He quickly begins to sort himself out--can't be acting like this just because his sunglasses are gone--and exhales slowly. If this is a weird hallucination, he's still going to be in control like the queen he is, so he plasters a sheepish smile he doesn't feel to his face and approaches the two that had been levitating, giving the loud one a wide berth.

    "Are you two okay?" he inquires, tilting his head slightly.

    "Um, hi Sarah." Great, this person is just as confused as he is. That comforts him a little. "I'm Eoin," the boy replies, brow furrowed. He jumps as he hears some commotion nearby. There were several voices talking now, none of which he recognized. It sounded like two people fell onto the ground, judging by the conversation. Eoin turns away from Sarah slightly, facing the voices. "What's happening over there?"


    (OOC) Bleh, low muse

    Jorden slightly recoiled at the red heads words and tone of voice. The man's reply was enough to shake whatever tiredness that still ailed him right out. He discarded the blades of grass in his hands before he rummaged through one of the pockets in his shorts for a flash drive. God only knows what purpose he kept one with him at all times for. He flipped it to its open and closed state for a few seconds before he properly replied to the red head apologetically. "Sorry, you're right. I probably should have thought before I asked that."

    He looked to the commotion not to far away. All he could really gather was that something rather astonishing, or maybe surprising was the word, had occured. There were a few people gathered around someone and it seemed like they were asking if they were okay. It looked like no one was hurt so Jorden didn't put much thought into it. He let out a long sigh before he rose to his feet and stretched for a moment.

    From what he could tell, they were were all simply gathered in the middle of a forest. They all looked very different, looks wise anyhow, and he had a hunch that none of them were from from the same place. Jorden mostly spoke English and had very little signs of an accent when he spoke in the said language but if he wanted or had to he could speak German. This though brought back the questions of where he and all the people that surrounded him even were. However, the question of why everyone was there became even more important as he brewed over these thoughts.

    The blue eyed man turned to the red head once more. "If you don't mind my asking, what's your name and where do you happen to be from?" His demeanor was on the curious and friendly side of things, almost seeming oblivious to just how weird those questions kind of were in this situation. It was Jorden's first instinct to collect information so you couldn't exactly blame him, but no one here knew that. It made he seem quite nosy, and not to mention pushy as well as a bit moronic, seeing as the very same person he was asking these questions to had snapped at him mere seconds ago.

    The raven held a contemplative expression for a moment as he tried to keep a calm and cool exterior, of which he soon failed as a grin pulled at his lips again. Was she the only one with this special ability? Could anyone else float like that or was it possible there were other things they could do? It would be amazing if he could turn invisible. All the pranking and puns he could do. After several moments of simply standing there with probably a constipated look on his face as he tried to turn invisible he laughed. His silver eyes glanced at the girl again curiously as he tilted his head in thought. "Was there something specific you were thinking about when that happened? Shit, could you imagine if it were to happen while you're doing something naughty? That'd be suprising." Yes, he knows bad puns are bad but he just couldnt stop himself from the corny joke. It also probably wasnt the best idea for a sexual joke around a the three complete strangers but since when has he ever held his tongue? Certainly not during his mothers fifth wedding to some yunk buck thinking they were getting a sugar mama. His family was very open, perhaps too open, about everything so Arthur doesnt understand the taboo of talking about sexual things. It wasn't uncommon for Arthur when he was young to be making breakfast for the one night stands, eye opening conversations were had about heterosexual things he could've gone without but he didnt recignize there being anything wrong with it. Turning on his right foot he surveyed his surroundings with a curious expression. With a clap of his hands he rubbed them together with a sigh. "I dont know about you guys, but I don't think we are in Kansas anymore. Has anyone seen a yellow brick road to tell us what the fuck is happening here?"

    "Umm, there's a commotion because some girl was just freaking out and floating... It's all good now though... I think." She informed Eoin, blinking a bit as she watched the scene unfold. "Y'know, this makes me think of the start of a show I watched when I was young." Sarah cleared her throat a moment before hollering over to the other group. "Ya'll okay over there....?" She spoke with a slight southern twang to her accent, most of the time it was toned down, but sometimes she would slip in times of excitement.

    Floating? Eoin just grows more and more confused. “Oh. Okay.” It is most certainly not okay. They’d all just suddenly appeared in this place with no explanation or correlation between any of them and now a girl seems to have super powers. Is everyone here on drugs? Oh no... is he on drugs?? Oh god, his mom would kill him if he is. Luckily, he doesn’t think his mom is anywhere nearby right now, or anyone he knows for that matter.

    The boy winces slightly as Sarah yells over to the growing group of others. Ouch. He hates loud noises. Deciding it was worth the risk to figure out what was happening, Eoin lets go of Sarah’s arm and oh-so-carefully makes his way over to the group, praying that he won’t walk straight into a tree or a person. He makes it safely (thank god) and stands silently a few paces away from the talking, hoping any one of them is a little more clued in as to where they all are.

    It seems that she's caused a bit of a commotion. Camellia flushes a little, embarrassed, and she clears her throat. "I'm fine," she says hesitantly to the white-haired young man who seems to be hanging back as to respect her boundaries. To the other, louder person, she replies, "I think... I think I was thinking about the grass being wet. And really uncomfortable." She shuffles her feet awkwardly. "But that can't be caused by me. I don't know what caused it but I don't have... magical powers, or anything." Just saying it out loud sounds utterly absurd.

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    Maybe he's a bit loud for his tastes, but he has a sense of humor, Lynx will give him that. He laughs. "I don't think this is the Land of Oz, dear." He turns his blue eyes towards the canopy of the forest. "Seems a bit more Snow White-y. Shall we talk to animals and ask them for directions?"

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    The dude is so noisy. Sorrel resists the urge to roll over and go back to sleep, but he supposes he'll leave him alone quicker if he gives him what he wants without a fuss. "Sorrel Carbonell," he mutters, scrubbing at his temple. "Somewhere in America." He groans internally. Can I just go back to sleep and pretend this isn't happening?

    Xander, noticing the quickly growing group, decided now would be the best time to leave. Maybe this was some scam that caught people's attention? Was he getting mugged right now? He decided to quietly leave the scene, fists ready to clock someone in the jaw if he had to. Backing away from the group of people slowly, he eyed all of them, hoping that nobody asked him where he was going. He wasn't fond of big groups, so he wasn't too comfortable at the moment.

    Arthur's eyes flash playfully when he noticed the snow haired male playing along with his joke. Continuing the game he over exaggerates his charm with a grin nodding to the other's light colored hair fanning himself. "Why sir, are you the reincarnate of her royal highness Snow White?" He had no idea what anyones name was but he had a feeling that this guys name was going to be stuck as 'Snow' in his subconcious now. "We must go find the locals!" Grinning again he looked around the the woods and started yelling and rolling his tongue sounding quite similar to huskies or the wookies in Star Wars. Swiftly he placed his hand above his eyes like a visor. "Anyone see Big Foot? Or do you call it Sasquach? Does it matter? Technically, if we were in the arctic it would be a Yeti or the Abominable Snowman. I wonder how much inbreeding happened for that to even make sense or is it more like long lost cousins that got kicked out from the Thanksgiving dinner because of political debates over global warming." The raven realized he was once again babbling useless information like an unnecessary encyclopedia but it was too late to shut his trap now. Noticing one of the shorter guys walking away he tilted his head. "Watch out for Big Foot! The summoning call can be confused for the mating call!" Sometimes he wondered if it was possible not to be an idiot but he was having to much fun. "Whoever has red shoes should try and click their heels together." Perhaps he watched too much Disney.