Alex, Alison, Ben, Sam, Sarah

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You wake up on the floor with a pounding headache and the sensation of knowing time has passed, like having slept through a long car or plane ride. For some of the population of the school this may be what normally happens on a Saturday evening, but there are several factors to consider here.

1. This is definitely not the Pavilion.

2. Getting up

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[andsocanyou]

Allison is busy trying to pull herself together after...whatever just happened. She doesn't like the sudden utter lack of control or the implied loss of time, nor the headache that accompanies them.

Her mouth gapes when she looks around, which she can't do for long, and instead closes her eyes to try and get her bearings. First she looks for people she knows but her heart sinks straight away because where is Alex?

She makes tiny fists and starts rooting around in her purse, which is suddenly devoid of all that crazy stuff her aunt stuck in there that Allison never thought she'd need. "Fuck," she mutters eloquently. "Who is here right this very second aside from Ben and Ben get over here now." This is not up for discussion. She's not sure but she thinks she might see Sam as well. "Hell, group, now, because the is helluv weird and bullshit and AUGH." Someone...does not handle things well.

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Ben wakes up and rolls over with a groan and a shudder, blinking his eyes open-- and then closing them immediately for a good few seconds, until he hears Allison say his name. "What-- what, yeah, I'm here." He sits up before trying to open his eyes again, though it takes him a good several seconds to find his feet and then Allison and make his way over towards her. "What is this, the funhouse?"

[gabrielovrkings]

Sam keeps perfectly still for a short, short while. His head is pounding, and the tilts and stretches and the colors...certainly not helping at all. After a few moments that feel like they take forever, he sits up. Just in time for that handy little announcement. "Well, that's...that's just great. I'm here. Sam. Here."

He is, it seems, here!

[redpaths]

Sarah doesn't know any of these people, and she doesn't say anything at first, glaring up at the dizzying hallway for just a second. The spatial dimensions are really going to drive her nuts, for one thing. When she turns back to the group, she seems to be coming to a conclusion.

"Who did they take?"

This can't actually be real. It's clearly some kind of elaborate fucking candid camera prank, and when she finds out who is responsible, she's going to break every bone in their face.

FISH POND

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"We'll find him." Ben holds on to Allison in return, a tiny bit more tightly than you might expect if he were only trying to reassure her, and follows her and Sarah to the door.

He eyes the pond rather dubiously. ". . . fishing. Why not." Because the man on the loudspeakers may well not be trustworthy, but really, what other option do they have?

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[gabrielovrkings]

Ben's dubiousness is infectious. "Yeah, that sounds...smart." It sounds anything but smart to him, but...really. It's not as if there's much of a choice around here. For all they know, there's something at the bottom of that pond, right?

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[redpaths]

Sarah narrows her eyes at the pond, dubious. Is this really what they're supposed to do to play the game? It strikes her as kind of humiliating, but she has this horrible hunch this isn't just some elaborately fucked up prank, although her overriding common sense keep telling her it can't be anything else.

Experimentally, she takes one of the fishing poles and sets about casting the lure into the middle of the water.

"Just like home," she mutters, wryly. She's still really unbalanced, but doesn't know what else to do but move forward; there's no time to freak out, and she doesn't...have any emotional attachments here, which is probably helping.

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[andsocanyou]

Allison makes a little face, leaning over the little bit of water almost haphazardly but she's got a decent enough hold on Ben so as not to fall over.

"Catch anything?" And yes, for once, she knows how ridiculous a question she's asking. She peers down into the water doubtfully, the murky depths not at all helpful. "Can't see anything in there," she comments/half complains.

"Don't. Fall in, either. Being wet would not help anything, I don't think and I can't tell how deep that water is and it's pissing me off a little." Because she needs to know something, at least and if she can start getting in control of the little things she can work out the big stuff like how to get Alex back and to kill a really annoying southern guy.

PETTING ZOO

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"I'm with Sam. You were pretty brilliant there." Allison shakes her head, sort of glad to have been holding onto Ben and thus slightly less covered in gunk. Mostly she mourns the loss of her shoe. That's going to bite her in the ass later, isn't it? Yes. Yes it is

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Ben entirely fails to care that Sarah is now shirtless, which under calmer circumstances would probably be a Sign of something. As it is he leaves his own shirt behind, though he still has his hideous orange t-shirt underneath, and scrambles to his feet as the lights go out, offering Sam a hand up.

". . . I feel like I'm inside a pinball machine." There isn't much choice, though, and he definitely doesn't feel like sticking around here. "But I guess that's the only place to go."

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[gabrielovrkings]

He will take that hand-up, thanks. "A pinball machine would be more fun." Though, you'd probably end up smashed by a giant metal ball. That could still happenn here, though. You don't know! "Let's go, then. The faster the better, right?" Right!

He'd offer Sarah his jacket if it too weren't covered in gucky-muck. Somehow, he doesn't think that would help much.

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[redpaths]

Sarah would appreciate that, in that alternate non-mucky universe! The fact that she is officially disgustingly covered in dead body bits at this moment eliminates any concern about anyone looking at her for right now, though, she feels. She ties her hair back in a ponytail, aware that even the ponytail holder is kind of gross now, but giving up on caring for the time being. She glances back at the group one more time, and sets off toward those lights.

So we're back to the not talking, then, Sar.

Awesome.

ENCHANTED FOREST

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Out of the fire...

Allison runs as fast as she can, likely falling behind Ben at some point because she's got (one) of the crappiest shoes ever on and they were not really meant for running, ever. She's done a lot in sandals but running for her life has never had to be one of them. Veering into the woods doesn't make her feel any better, either. It's darker there and harder to run when things keep catching her toes, poking sharply at the soft underside of her unarmed foot.

There's roots everywhere and the running isn't helping. It's practically inevitable that Allison trip, sprawling to the ground with a tiny howl. Hands brushing twisted root systems, Allison pushes to a kneeling position as quickly as possible, looking around all wide eyed, sort of oh god, don't leave me behind.

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It takes a few steps, but Ben realizes Allison's tripped and turns to go back and check on her, hurrying back to offer her a hand back up. "C'mon," he says, quiet and urgent. "C'mon, get up, we'd better get through here-- there's gotta be someplace safer on the other side." There'd better be, anyway.

Someplace, at least, where the ground isn't moving. Which . . . has got to be a trick of the light, the way the leaves make it shift around weirdly in here, but Ben could swear he can see the roots in the ground moving and uncurling. Like reaching for their ankles.

Either way, he thinks he'd better get Allison on her feet and moving again as quick as possible.

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[gabrielovrkings]

"Can you carry her or something?" Because of her lack of shoes of course. In a real life horror movie, this would be where the sanest one of the bunch would shout 'LEAVE HER' and high tail it like a bat of out hell. Thankfully, this is not a real life horror movie, eh? Sam would never do that.

Then again, the sound of that howling in the very short distance may change his mind about that quick enough.

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[redpaths]

Sarah slows to a halt a few steps ahead of them, frowning, body thrumming with energy--they need to go go go now get up come on. To be honest, she's...seriously considering just running on ahead anyway, but realizes that's a) sociopathic and b) Wrong. Wrong is a word with a lot of meaning in Sarah's vocabulary, and the fact that she has her ethics as firmly in place as they are is mostly the result of a lot of rote memorization rather than actual instinct. It equates to about the same thing, though, which means:

"I'll help, if you need a hand," she offers, "But we gotta move, there's--okay, there used to be this cut-out, of a wolf, and now it's gone..."

Sarah trails off, meaningfully, as another howl slices through the air.

And then, they might notice a series of black shapes amassing near them, uncannily similar to that of children. They're laughing. It's not nice laughter.

CENTRIFUGE

[andsocanyou]

Allison will, likely, apologize profusely when things are less obviously conspiring to kill them. As it is, she stops watching the horrid display and snaps out of it to discard her remaining sandal and shove her feet into Sam's shoes which she is immensely thankful forAllison tangles her fingers up with Ben's so they can again be running and definitely not finding out what the hell else those little monsters will do to each other or being eaten by the woods or the angry wolf lurking so near. She actually takes a turn at being useful for once and points ahead of them where light is shining. "Up there!" An end to the forest, thank god, and the next obstacle. The lights are bright, almost welcoming, but the welcome's clearly to be taken with a grain of salt, considering events thus far

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"We've got no idea what's in there." Ben hesitates outside the Gravitron, trying-- and failing-- to squint into the relatively dark interior, but an extremely loud howl makes up his mind. "But it's . . . probably not a wolf, c'mon."

Aaand in he goes, though only just inside the door; he doesn't like how dark it is in here in contrast to the bright lights outside, but at least it's still and calm (for the moment). Nothing flashing, nothing howling, nothing trying to grab them. Not that this will last long, probably, but for now Ben appreciates it.

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[gabrielovrkings]

His socks are a bit spotty with red from where he stepped on branches and the like, but he's not really going to think about that right now. Right now, Sam is going to concentrate on getting into the Gravitron and making sure Sarah gets in as well. "So, what, we stay in here until it's safe?"

Will that time ever come?

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[redpaths]

Sarah steps inside the centrifuge, with Sam's assistance, with the world's most dubious expression. This seems like a trap, but then again--everything in this goddamn hell park seems like a trap, doesn't it?

These things always smell so dusty, but now she thinks it's tinged with something coppery. Blood. Which is just fantastic, really. Fantastic is also a good word for when they're all inside the Gravitron and the door neatly slams shut behind them, with a cheery little whirr of machinery going. Sarah turns around, swiftly, squinting in the strange, unpleasant darkness.

"Well, shit," she says, and then the centrifuge begins to spin.