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[studwithagun]

Characters: Derek Morgan and who ever else wants to join
Location: The Middle District
Time: Evening
Style: Any
Status: Open

[When he had woken up he had found himself in a weird place, not weird like when he woke up before the lady of that particular evening weird, but weird as in where the hell was he at weird. Then there was the fact that he

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[whippitydafool]

[A girl in her late teens carrying what seems to be a whip passes by, and catches wind of his little announcement. Oh, good. A federal agent. Someone Franziska has the potential to find reliable. At times like these, it would be best to strike up a conversation.]

I am sorry to say, but the majority of people here are also victims. The rest are locals.

[studwithagun]

[Morgan whips around to find the person who actually talked and stopped on a young looking girl]

[Wait, other victims? Locals?]

Miss are you saying this is some kind of conspiracy or something? What do you know?

[Damn he wanted his badge, gun AND handcuffs]

[whippitydafool]

[Franziska folds her arms across her chest, gripping her right sleeve as she recalls the information she had gathered.]

I'm considering that theory. The locals here aren't exactly helpful if you ask them about the nature of this place. I've only arrived earlier today, but what I do know is that apparently we're stuck in a city at the bottom of the sea. Which I find utterly ridiculous.

[She has found out a bit more by exploring and asking around, but she'll let that first part sink in before continuing.]

[studwithagun]

[City at the bottom of the...]

What do you mean the bottom of an ocean?

[Obviously this woman was suffering from some kind of break or something]

[He also noticed that she gripped her right sleeve and filed it away]

[guiltyguitar]

[ ... Just laughing at you. Force of habit, he's automatically correcting you already, demeanor calm and cool. Yes, he'd been laughed off by the women, too, which I assure you, does not happen to a rockstar very often. Nor one who is also a prosecutor of such tremendous clout. ]

I'm afraid you're wrong. On what basis do you think you can take me in for anything, Herr Agent, when you have no evidence to back up your claim at all. Show me proof.

[ It was funny how calm he was. He had no idea why he was this calm; perhaps it was just habit to objecting to arguments? Still, take note his clothes are just as wet as yours, and he's got a mark on his right hand. Not that Klavier wanted one; he was not into that sort of thing at all, rocker or not. ]

You dropped the groove; I've caught it. Time to set a pace, ja?

[studwithagun]

[He hears a weird accented voice and turns to it. The guys wet like he is and has a weird marking on his right hand. Is he a victim to?]

Sir? Did you just arrive here?

[guiltyguitar]

Ja. That's correct. I'm assuming you did as well. Looks like we've got premeditation on our hands if everyone arrived at once... wouldn't you think? It's not as easy to kidnap an adult as it is others.

[ Klavier looks him over; once or twice. Hm... ] Herr Agent, you're with the FBI, correct? If I'm right, whoever is doing this is pretty foolish. Abducting people who enforce the law... that's one hell of a crime.

[ He shakes his head, smiling it off, and offer a hand. ] Circumstances aside: Klavier Gavin; prosecutor and god of rock, at your service.

[studwithagun]

[Hm the guy seems to be telling the truth so...]

It's not actually if you have the man power to do it, I've seen a lot of things people wouldn't believe could happen.

[He takes the offered hand, and notices the same mark on his forearm...ok, shit]

Derek Morgan, I'm with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. Yes it is and as soon I figure out who's done this, their ass is mine.

[windwilled]

[Seeing as how someone already tried to arrest him the moment he woke up, Dominic is, while surprised, fairly unimpressed.]

... And what makes you think we're all accomplices here?

[studwithagun]

I think the fact that so far no one has willing gave information as to where I am or how I got here. So are you going to try to prove me wrong? Or are you going to be aiding a kidnapper?

[What the hell was going around here?]

[windwilled]

[Sigh]

This place is known as Vatheon. No one knows for certain how we arrived here, unless you want to take the locals' talk of a deity at face value.

[studwithagun]

Well right now I'm willing to believe anything, I mean something had to be able to bring everyone here.

[Longer sigh]

[pineapplepsych]

[have a spectator Shawn]

Oooh FBI? Really? Can I see your badge? Actually, can you make me one? They still won't make one for me down at the SBP.

[studwithagun]

[...what?]

[The guy was kidding right?]

Excuse me? Well if you help me find it, you can. And no I'm am not going to make you one for....whatever the SBP is.

[who the hell was this guy?]

[pineapplepsych]

[the great Shawn does not kid, sir.

kidding.]

Shawn Spencer! [grins while holding out his hand] Psychic Detective consultant for the Santa Barbara Police Department! And you, my fine FBI agent friend, are in an underwater world called Vatheon.

Though I still believe it to be some kind of secret Atlantis organization.

[slight tilt of the head] Wait, you can't find your badge?

[studwithagun]

[Blinking]

SSA Derek Morgan with the BAU [reaches out and takes the offered hand] Psychic consultant huh? [Oh yeah you can bet he doesn't believe that for one second] I can see why they wouldn't give you a badge then.

And...yeah I got that, though I still don't know how it's possible.

[Long sigh]

[ofstatistics]

[ Tired of being stuck in his room without anything good to read, Reid had decided to look around the city by himself. He carefully avoided the people around him, glancing up every once in a while to check the 'force field' protecting the city. And dearly hoping it wouldn't come crashing down on him. Just as his brain had been taking the usual turn into the factual, he jumped at the sound of a familiar voice. Only seconds after, he spotted Morgan, relief filtering through him. ]

Morgan!

[studwithagun]

[The sound of a very familiar genius made him freeze thinking he was imagining things, before he looked around and saw said genius standing there and felt relief]

Reid!?

[He ran over and quickly looked him over making sure he was ok and he really wanted to know what Reid thought of this but first things first]

You ok?