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Outside Dorms

"Damn. Same story." He'd been hoping for more leads, but as it stood they were all clueless. At least he wasn't the only one to wake up in a strange bedroom. Creepy, but comforting in a relatable sort of way. He wasn't getting anywhere at all in figuring this out.

"I stand by my original theory, no matter what you say." He cast a daggered glare at poor Chance at his side. "It's a crazy house and my ******** of a dad had me committed. White walls, white building, and people running around asking if I got Dragon Balls. It's a looney Bin." And a voice in his head... Maybe security was breached and that was why the crazies were free to wander.

He scoffed and blew his bangs from his eyes.

"I don't remember gettin' here. Last I remember I was havin' it out with Dad about somethin' or other. Next thing I know I wake up in some bigass bed."

DORMS - STAIRS

The kid beamed, the happiest he had been for a while. "You like these bandaids? I have more, lots, lots, lots more!"

He began to run up the stairs, stop, and run halfway down again. "Come on, this way. There's so much candy too, do you like candy? If you don't I'll eat you portion so you don't have to worry about it!" A pause. "I'm Allan by the way, and I'm a super saiyan ninja, but that's a secret."

DORMS - stairs

"You do?" She couldn't find anything like that where she lived. "They are really cool!"


She watched him start to leave, and she was about to ask him where he was off to when he turned back to her. "Oh-okay! I do like candy, but you can have some of mine." The mention of candy began to set of her Stranger-Danger alarms, but not at Allan. At this strange place.

"I'm Sherry." Since she wasn't anything special she didn't add anything, but she was pretty sure there weren't any ninja saiyans. She could be wrong though.

She didn't hesitate to follow after him, wary about candy or not, though. He seemed to know more about what was going on than she did.

TOWNS ???

Konstantin sat up from his bed, in a dour a mood as ever. why wouldn't he be? Another day in Tyumen was just another horrifically boring series of events to endure. Blearily, he rubbed at his eyes with one hand while reaching for his glasses with the other. On they went, and the world came into focus.

Alarming focus.

A chill ran up Konstantin's spine. It was February, he thought, but far too warm to be in Tyumen. And the room looked nothing like his own, although it was in good taste, considering its Spartan appearance and furnishings.

Slowly, he stood, inspecting his own attire. Weirdly, his pajama top had one long sleeve and one short, but the rest seemed to be average with nothing extra to note. Plain, simple. Just like he'd pick, honestly.

Except that the pants were a bit long. Other than that, though.

In a half-daze, Konstantin went through his morning routine, even if everything was in the Wrong Place. On went a shirt too big in the chest with safety pins clipped to one sleeve, around the elbow. On went pants that were too wide and too long. Exploring showed that the wardrobe was all of that size, and it felt like it was his room, for no other reason besides design sense.

Last came a small toy, resting where his glasses had been. Picking it up triggered a series of jolting thoughts, flashing numbers and sirens and sounds weaving together to form unintelligible thought.



Enough. I don't understand.



I do not understand binary fluently.



Kostya winced. The voice in his head-- alarming as it was that he had a voice in his head-- was endearing in the same way a younger sibling might be. He had no frame of reference, personally, but it seemed to be accurate. Not so loud. No need to yell. You're my head, not in the middle of a crowd.



Enough. I am going to explore. And then, I am going to ignore you. Not in that order, precisely, but still.

Syntax Error quieted down, content to watch what his newfound person might do. With a grimace-- and with two rolled up sleeves, and two pants cuffed high on boots a bit too big, and the weird toy with a voice in it, and a phone--

He set out to Explore.

With a grimace.

(Some things never change.)

DORM STAIRS/HALLWAY]

That wasn't exactly right.....but he seemed so certain Sherry couldn't argue. And then he was off and Sherry could hear him yelling for others. Just how many were there?


"Um, okay." Sherry did follow along, and she did close her eyes. He was just so excited she couldn't say no.

[ ALLAN'S ROOM/ SUN DIVISION HANGOUT ]

"Okay," said Allan, and Sherry could almost palpably hear the excitement vibrating through his voice, "you can open them now! Tadaa!"

The room was actually really shocking to anyone who lived even a remotely sheltered life. There were sleeping bags on the floor, though most of them had been rolled up by this point, and a kitchen stocked to the brim entirely with snacks and sweets all packaged in Japanese. They all had super colourful labels, though it remained a mystery as to what they tasted like.

The strangest parts were not the kitchens but the large glass display shelves full of most obviously anime action figures. They featured an extensive collection that seemed to have been well dusted and maintained. The room was quite massive, and extended to a further area that had more glass shelves - this time showing an impressive armory of weapons ranging from antique bow and quiver to large pikes, extremely oversized and sharp scimitars, and of course the traditional range of longswords, sabers, and katanas. They looked useable and there were more weapons, mostly staves of different kinds also hanging from that particular section of the ceiling.

Allan bounced around the two beanbag chairs, picked up an open box of Strawberry Pocky, nearly tripping over a Pikachu pillow, and then ran over to Sherry, Ace, and his buddy, with the bandaids, standing right in front of a massive wall collection of anime posters. "See! Pokemon bandaids!"

ALLAN'S ROOM / SUN HANGOUT

The room was AMAZING. It had so much in it, Sherry didn't even know what to look at first.

She turned to everyone that had just joined them, "Can you believe this?"

It was...it was like something out of a movie! Look at those snacks! Anime everywhere! Were those weapons over there?

"This is amazing," she said to Allan. "Can...can I have a band-aid?" She wasn't hurt, but she thought it might make her feel a little better. "Is this all yours?"

Outside Deus Dormitories

Fine, so his theory was borked. It had been the easiest of his ideas. Or rather, one of the very few ideas he had. He was back at square one, or rather square one because his other theory was even worse.

But then the one kid pulled a knife, and the other admitted they all heard voices. If he didn't know better he'd say it was a prison for crazy people, but that was also a borked theory playing off of his last one. He eyed them both with a perplexed yet crabby sneer. How he managed to paint both emotions on his face at once was beyond comprehension.

So why were they all in oversized, ill fitted clothes? Why did they wake up in this place, in strange rooms?

He huffed and scratched his head, finding that all this thinking was giving him a headache. "I'm Otto. Fourteen. I don't know where this place is, but I'm from Louisiana." If these kids weren't from his neck of the woods, which is was 100% sure they weren't, then he needed to figure out how teens from all over the US were here in this tropical institute,