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[second_turn]

Ugh...my head.

Where am I?

It's too dark to see very clearly, but I can hear people moving around.

All I remember was walking out of Building 8....

Hello?

Ah, my voice carries in here...

Can anyone hear me? I'm being held in some sort of cell! I know there are others here, but I can't tell where you are!

((OOC: Kidnapped! OH NOES!

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[kittyjones]

Hello?

Is someone...

Hello? Are you in here too?

((OOC: Hello, there! *comment spams* XD))

[second_turn]

Yes, yes I'm here!

My name is Will Turner, and I have no idea how long I've been here.

Who are you, what's your name?

((OOC: Y Halo Thar ^_- ))

[kittyjones]

Kitty. My name's Kitty Jones. I - fuck - I don't know how long I've been here either. One of them injected something into my bloody arm, and then I woke up here, and then they knocked me out again and I think they'll come back later and... fuck.

Are you all right? Are you hurt? What the hell is going on?

[second_turn]

I'm not badly hurt, but it's difficult to think very clearly...

Calm down, it'll be alright.
My wife will notice my absence soon...hopefully she can get help.
I'll free you once I can get out of here, don't worry.

Wherever 'here' is

[kittyjones]

I'm perfectly calm. I'm the very picture of inner tranquillity. I'm practically meditating, that's how bloody calm I am.

... Sorry. I'm a little... you know. At the moment. With good reason, I think. I hope someone might come looking for me too, but I don't know for sure if he... Is your wife good at this sort of thing?

How do you know I won't be the one freeing you, Mr Turner? All right. Let's make a little agreement. Whichever one gets out first, frees the other. And I'll bet you five quid it'll be me. Deal?

We're underground, aren't we? It's cold. And dark.

[second_turn]

It's perfectly understandable, but if we can see a bit more, or maybe hear someone else who is waking, we could find our own way out.

Elizabeth is rather good at locating me. She once tracked me halfway across the ocean...

And yes, that is a promise.

[kittyjones]

I'm somewhat tied to a chair at the moment, so I can't really move much to get a better view. I freed my hands to scribble something in my journal, but I'm not inclined to get up unless there's actually something for me to do. The less noise I make, the less likely it is they'll come back and knock me out again. Next time they might not use the drugs.

I've heard people heard people screaming, there must be a sizable group of us here. When the guards came by earlier... I couldn't really make out what they were saying, but... I get the feeling this is something to do with the City.

An ocean? She sounds very persistent. Congratulations

You don't have anything that could be used for lock picking, do you? A piece of wire?

[second_turn]

Wire?

Hmm..

I don't think so. I don't have anything much besides the clothes on my back, my boots, and my belt.

...

Oh, listen....I think someone else has come around.

That makes at least four in this area alone.

I can hear other people...
And the ocasional scream

What do they mean to do with us?

[kittyjones]

I didn't expect you would. Couldn't hurt to ask though, right? Wish I'd remembered to wear my bloody knife today.

... Yes, I hear them. I'd best go say hello, I suppose. Great way to build up your social circle, this is.

"This area"? So you think there are more than just this place? I'm inclined to agree. Well, let's concentrate on getting everyone out of this block first.

What can we do? Nothing to pick a lock with, and nothing to physically break down the door. Maybe the guards... we could make a noise, attract them, try and get them to open the door? They'll be coming back to drug me again soon, I expect. I could try and...

You noticed those too?

I don't know. Given the choice between getting the hell away and staying and finding out... I'd rather remain unaware. But... it has to have something to do with the clock, or the carousel, or the deities, or all of the above.