Blank Space Frontier (open as long as you stay in chara and respect established chara

[slippedhalo]

In Character:

"Who are you?"

It was the same question we were each asked, every single one of us, as we awakened to grogginess and the ever haunting sense that we forgot something incredibly important.

We're in a large, white room. Thousands of other people of various races, ages, and shapes lie in white, translucent cocoons on white, sheetless beds. The steady rise and fall of naked chests tells that the others sleep on while a handful of us awaken to climb out of a saline filled cocoon and stand on wobbling, achy legs to stare in wonder at the near featureless environment.

A white wall speaker calls out the same thing in every conceivable language, "Who are you?" It asks the same question repeatedly, in the same toneless, emotionless voice. I time only perhaps two minutes between each asking.

Blinking, looking around at the other freshly awakened, confused faces, I can honestly say in a croaking whisper my dry throat manages, "I...I don't know."

Murmured all throughout the hall in various languages I hear others claiming the same.
"Ik weet het niet."

"No lo se."

"Je ne sais pas."

"Ana la aerif."

"Nie wiem."

...I sigh and shiver, wrapping some gauzy outer film from my former cocoon around my body for warmth and to create a sort of toga dress. "Who speaks English?" I venture to the others since nobody seems eager to take the lead. "I know English, a bit of Dutch, some Spanish and Italian, some ASL...Who can remember...uh, well, anything?" I ask, pulling my long, red curls back from my face to twist into a knot at the nape of my neck. I scan the few awake faces around me to seek recognition...


Out of Character:
This is a true storyteller's adventure setting. Nothing is too far pre planned. The setting is a blank space. Create your characters to interact with mine as we create the setting and story as we go along, playing off of each other.

All are welcome as long as you don't rape, torture, or kill established characters and respect your fellow writers. In essence, manipulate the environment as much as you want but do not write words or actions for another writer's character without their go-ahead.

Let's play.

 

[AmberStar]

BLADE

‘What was that bright light?’ Blade’s numbed mind asked upon waking up, but that question seemed mute when she realized she was waking up in what she couldn’t describe other than a cocoon. She pulled at the silky strands with an urgency to free herself upon hearing a voice that seemed to come out of a wall speaker. The two languages she knew out of the several that was broadcast was asking who she was. She stood for a few moments pondering, searching her mind and with confusion upon her face replied coldly “I don’t know!”

Blade’s face paled when she then noticed that there were many bed type things like hers around her and as with her, the inhabitants had the confused and paled faces. “What is going on? Where am I?.. Who am I?!” Her voice cracked over the lump that formed instantly in her throat. The pale face that her face held changed when she realized that the others were naked, with wide eyes she looked down and gasped. “Shit!” she urgently pulled some of the strands away from her cocoon and wrapped the strands round her body.

Her attention was drawn to another soft, confused tone of voice that came across the small path that separated the beds. Blade’s steely orbs focused upon a red haired woman, whom like her was wrapped in the silky cocoon strands. “I speak English.” Blade offered quickly to the woman, whom then asked if anyone remembered anything. “I just remember a bright white light before waking up here, like this.” her hand gestured down to her bed and body.

“Do you remember anything? Does anyone know what is going on? Where we are?” She looked up at the wall speakers wondering if someone could hear her or see her questioning face. “This isn’t funny if anyone can hear me and know what is going on!” the fear was evident in her crackled voice, along with the wide-eyed expression upon her face.

 

[slippedhalo]

"Do you know where we are?" I asked, approaching the other woman. Her greyish eyes looked down at me in obvious bewilderment.

"Shit!" I added, looking at each of the others who've begun to move about the white room. "Why is it asking us who we are when we obviously don't remember?" I began, but paused as I thought a fuzzy memory of being called something..."...wait...I...No, for a second I thought I remembered my name but...no, it's gone. I can't remember." I sighed, feeling defeated by the clue edging my consciousness but slipping further away each time I attempted to follow the thought.

"Does anyone know anything?"

 

[AmberStar]

The woman’s soft voice defeated the distance once more asking the same frightened question. Blade’s brow arched in a fearful state. “No babe I don’t.” she replied as the woman moved across the distance and joined her. The woman’s head and eyes scanning over the room as did Blades, mocking the woman’s movement as if two heads and four eyes would catch something that would answer their questions.

Blade’s attention snapped to the woman’s outburst. Her steely orbs focused a bit more intensely upon the woman as she continued with the search for answers with questions that Blade had no answers to give. But before Blade could give the same answer as before the woman seemed to drift into a deep thought, and so Blade waited patiently to see if the woman could pull the thought up from the depths.

Blade sighed when the woman’s attempt was met with failure. “It’s okay, maybe in time we will all get our memories back.” Blade tried to stay positive about the situation. “Maybe if we didn’t try so hard to remember who we are, it will come to us.” Blade trying to act more composed than she really was.

She turned toward the others when the woman asked everyone in general for any information that anyone held at the moment, but Blade’s unenthusiastic look upon her face rhetorically answered that question for the lady. “Well, for now since you were the first to ask questions why don’t we call you number one, and I will be number two and so forth to the ones whom speak up.” Blade offered a way to identify people as they spoke up.

 

[slippedhalo]

"Number One...uh, I guess it's better than nothing at all. For now, anyways, alright." I replied. I noticed as I spoke that my manner of speech differed from Two's. "Two, we have different accents. I keep hearing the same word when I think of that idea, like...'Sloppish'?...No, that isn't it. I'm not 'Sloppish' That's like slop, pig food. Not a language or a land...It's a harder word, starts with an 'S', makes me think of misty moors and green meadows...Scoppish? Not quite...I'll figure it out eventually..."

"Scoppish is not a word. You want to say you're Scottish." Corrected a shiny white disc hovering throughout the room. "Human Number 1, 1st awake and 1st to speak. You come from Earth and your accent is Scottish, from Scotland."

I was relieved that this puzzle was solved and the information felt as if it was right. Grinning at the shiny white disc, I could see my own green eyes reflected off of its surface as I listened to it describe a brief definition of Scotland. "Is that my homeland, then?"

"I do not know. I know little of those who are brought here. I keep them alive while they sleep and form in the cocoons. Once they awaken I let them go so I may clean the remains from their beds and refill them. I care for sleepers not wakers. I'm a Sleeper-bot."

I considered this new information and asked, "Sleeper-bot, who do you work for?"

I got the same reply each subsequent time I asked (four times), "I'm a sleeper-bot. I care for sleepers. I work for sleepers."

I shook my head and looked over my shoulder. "Where is Two from?" I asked.

The bot beeped and replied, "From the bed behind her."

 

[AmberStar]

Blade smiled slightly when One agreed to follow her suggestion of just using numbers for identification purposes until they remembered their names or someone told them otherwise, which at the moment seemed not likely. Blade tuned back into the moment when One made an observation check about their accents, in which, she was correct about them sounding different. Blade almost when into a giggle session when One was trying to sound out the word that was on the tip of her tongue.

Blade was about to comment on the word she announced when a shiny disc popped up, nearly making Blade piss herself, informed her that Scoppish wasn’t a word, which what Blade was going to say, but the disc proceeded to do that along with the correct word that she was looking for. “Scottish!” Blade smiled feeling good that One had something to work with on her journey of finding out whom she was.

Blade could only smile larger upon seeing One grinning at the newly acquired information, however that smiled soured when the disc couldn’t confirm if that was her homeland, which Blade figured that only made sense if she had that accent. She shrugged at her own conclusion. Her eyes narrowed when it declared what it only knew a little about the people whom was brought here for it was just a sleeper bot, whatever the hell that means!

Blade smirked with a slight giggle when One asked it four times whom it worked for the same answer came back. The expression on her face was amusing to say the least, Blade would swear that One could dismantle the thing with her bare hands if that was possible.

Blade smiled when the emerald eyes of One looked over her shoulder at her and heard the soft woman’s voice ask about her, but only a feeling of agitation arouse when the bot answered with a smart ass remark. “That’s original!” Blade hissed softly at the thing, slight agitation was in her voice. “So, if you know One’s origin, Why don’t you know mine?!” Blade hissed at the bot.

“I did not say I did not know where you are from. I just answered One’s question where did you come from!” The bot pointed out the politically correct answer.

“Fine, whatever! Where do I come from?” Blade’s voice showed the annoyance in her at the moment demeanor.

“You come from Earth, Canada, You are a Canadian.” Answered the bot, Blade’s attention dropped from the disc to One, while it was informing her of her homeland. A slight smile upon her face broke the face of her annoyance.
“So, if your a sleeper bot … Um … and you stop monitoring the awaken, is there a … um a … Awaken bot? That might know more than you do, like why are we here and where are we? And by the way… What the hell do you mean we are from Earth! are we not all from Earth?” Blade’s brow arches in a questionable state.

“I can not say if you all are from Earth, I can only tell you that you are from Earth.” The bot replied to only one of Blade’s several raving questions in a one breath inquiry.

“One, This thingy is useless!” Blade hissed, sarcasm riddling her face.

“Only to non-sleepers!” The bot beeped and blurted before shimmering back down the spacing of the beds.

“Well, at least we know we are from Earth and what country. That’s a start.” The sarcasm still riddled her tone of voice. “I say we go find one of these Awaken bot thingy things and get some answers!” huffed Blade slightly annoyed with the situation they are in.

 

[slippedhalo]

I nodded at Two's commentary, also annoyed with the cryptic responses from the Sleeper-bot. "Ok, Canada, the rest of us...I'm guessing, Earthlings, let's see if we can all spread out and check the borders of this room, walls, ceiling, floor...They got us IN here somehow. Maybe there's a door to get out. Shout out when you find anything, guys. Ok?"

 

[AmberStar]

oops ...

 

[AmberStar]

Blade nodded her approval with a slight smile and a small wink when One took charge of the situation and wanted everyone to spread out and look for a way out or maybe find one of these other thingy things that could answer many of their unanswered questions.

Blade moved away from where she awoke, doing what One suggested that everyone else do. So far, a relief to Blade was that everyone she managed to lay her steely orbs upon was human. Maybe they were separated from the aliens, maybe they were trapped in their own room. Blade stopped at that thought and felt stupid, there wasn’t any aliens here! This was someone’s sick joke! More than likely they were part of some damn Military experiment! She huffed to herself as she moved over to a wall.

The wall was cold to the touch but nothing out of the ordinary, well except for everything being white and those still unhatched cocoons gave her the willies! She looked back over her shoulder wanting to set her gaze upon One, relived to spot her doing the same as everyone else was doing, trying to find a way out. She took a deep breath and moved further down the long room.

She jumped when a strong hand grabbed her wrist. “What is going on here?” A strong, males’ voice erupted from a partially cocooned form. “I..I don’t know, I’m in the dark just as you are!” Blade shuddered as the grip around her wrist tightened. “Please your hurting me!” Blade begged for the man to release her.

“I want to know what the hell is going on!” Demanded the male as he pushed himself up from the bed, his eyes glaring coldly at Blade.

“Please I don’t know! Please let me go!” Blade began pulling away from the man. She frantically looked around at everyone as none one moved to help her, fear and confusion riddled their faces.

 

[Othermoose]

"My head." He groaned, his head pounding and his stomach churning. He felt sickness coming and quickly rolled over, only to land hard on a cold floor. As soon as he impacted he got sick, vomiting all over the floor. "Tastes like whiskey. And potatoes." He thought moving his long black (and surprisingly still clean) hair out of his face. His head hurt. And this room was bright. Very bright. He closed his eyes and tried to remember last night. Nothing. That wasn't unusual. Waking up hungover in a strange place was also not unusual for him. So what was unusual for him? There was something he couldn't place...

He? Wait he? Why he? Why not...? Who was he? He couldn't remember. He opened his eyes to the blinding light to look himself over. His body was familiar to him. Pale, muscular, in a tall wiry way, even the tattoos were familiar to him. A naked demonic woman lounging suggestively on his inner right arm, and a bass guitar with barbed wire strings on his inside left. The left was important. Why? The right made him smile? But he didn't know why. He checked the outsides of his arms. A red spade on his left hand and a black heart on the right. Those didn't seem to matter. A black revolver with a smoking barrel. The smoke spelled sex. That one didn't seem significant either. Four black rectangles on the knuckles of his right hand, the second and fourth slightly lower that the first and third. That seemed similar to the pistol. He checked his right shoulder. There was a picture frame with a yellow slug sitting on top of it. Inside the frame were six semi circular lines, three on the left and three on the right increasing in size until they were about to crash into each other. It looked almost like two wifi symbols on their sides. This one was important. The slug was faded, rough, it was older than all the others. That was important too. Why? On his left shoulder was a black fist dripping blood holding a bouquet of wilted dead roses, with one bright red one in the center. That one was very important. He could feel it in his chest. Why? Why couldn't he remember!

He growled, standing up angrily and kicked the bed he'd been lying on. That's when he finally noticed where he was. It was like a giant beehive. Filled with weird cocoons. And we're those... people? Yes, every single one had a person in it. "What the fuck..." He said looking around. That's when he noticed a scared looking woman, being held against the wall by a big tough looking guy. He walked over to them, his adrenalin pumping. "Hey man! Leave her the fuck alone!" He growled. His voice was loud and intense without any effort. That seemed important. Prideful maybe? But he needed to focus on the other man. The man holding onto the woman was very big. "But I'm bigger. Or at least taller." He thought, noticing he was a head taller than the man.

"Let her go dude. I don't want to, but I'll kick your ass if I need to." He was scared, but his voice wasn't. His body wasn't. His voice was strong and firm, his body knew how to fight. It had fought before. It had fought naked before. The stance he was in seemed like a good one. Maybe not a professional black belt stance, but a good one. He waited to see what the other man would do. Would that guy let her go and apologize? Or would that guy start swinging? "Guess I'm about to find out."

 

[Othermoose]

OOC: My character also has a tattoo of a black and blue heart in a bird cage on his chest. An actual heart, not a heart shape. The one on his hand is a heart shaped heart. Also his has '13' tattooed on his neck. He can't see that one obviously, but someone could point that out to him at some point. He could even be thirteen until he remembers his name.

 

[slippedhalo]

I saw a fight breaking out across the room and me along with a middle aged black woman ran over to try to break it up.

"Shut it down, boys, NOW!" Yelled the woman in a voice authoritative enough to reverberate off of the walls of the place and make everyone stop.

"Damn, you must be Three. You're badass..." I murmured appreciatively.

She shoved both men, easily twice her size, and they backed up as she replied, "That's for DAMN sure! Either we work together in this fucked up place or we all 'bout to die. I don't give two shits how big and bad y'all think you are. You leave my girls alone when all they tryin to do is save y'all ungrateful ass."

I nodded, "She's right." Then watched Two's frightened expression registering the events. "Canada, I mean, Two. You ok?" I asked Two. No immediate reply...

Meanwhile, like chastised children, the men apologized.

I put my hand against the tattooed man's chest. It was intended to gently push him back but he locked eyes with me and I felt a jolt of emotion...Attraction? Anger? Hurt? Love? ..."What the..." I backed away as if his touch were poisonous venom. There was emotion attached to staring into his pretty eyes but I wasn't sure which one was strongest. It was confusing and weird. I don't have time for this..."I...uh..." I looked at his tattoos in a cursory way and snapped, "You'll be 13 since your tat has a 13. Just...stay out of trouble, k?"

I moved away from him as quickly as I could. It felt dangerous to stand close to him. I'm not sure why. I hand him some cocoon material without looking his way. "Cover that thing, man." I think he knows the thing I'm referring to.

I go to Two and hug her, smoothing out her disheveled hair. "You alright?" I ask her.

 

[AmberStar]

It happened so fast, the man was in her face yelling, demanding what was going on and where they were, but Blade could only shake her head frantically telling him she didn’t know. He continued to move forward pushing her backwards till the cold wall stopped her from backing up anymore. Still her answers didn’t seem to register to the man as he continued to yell at her, his eyes were like daggers and each heightened toned word brought a jolt of fear to Blade’s body.

Then what seemed to come out of nowhere another man’s heavy, strong voice towered over Blade’s assailant’s voice demanding the dude to back off and leave Blade alone. Blade’s steely orbs shifted from the angry man’s eyes over his shoulder to the taller, broader man whom was covered with tats. “Please, I don’t know anything. I’m in the dark as you are please.” Blade brought her orbs back to the angered man and continued to try and calm the man down but it just wasn’t going to happen. She noticed the assailant’s eyes shift to the left and his head turn slightly, taking a glance at the man behind him threatening to kick his ass if he didn’t let her go. Blade could feel the man’s hand slowly easing up as to let her go “Fine I …” The man’s statement was cut off by another booming female’s voice.

Blade’s frantic orbs shifted from the two giant men to the figure that moved up and pushed them both away. Telling them to shut their testosterone factories down and leave her girls alone especially when they were only trying to save they ungrateful asses. Blade swallowed the lump that was finally easing up in her throat and took in a deep breath.

She heard One’s voice telling the woman that she was number three and was a badass, which wasn’t an exaggeration at all, Blade shifted her gaze from the moving aside men to the aging black woman and One as Three confirmed One’s statement, which brought a thin relieving smile to Blade.

Blade watched as One moved up to the tattooed man and place her hand upon his chest, the expression on her face was one that Blade would swear was something between recognition or attraction to the man, she wasn’t sure, which was the same expression that formed over One’s face as she backed away from the man, then addressing him as number 13 do to his tats.

Blade welcomed the hug that One gave her when she moved away from the men and walked up to her. “Yes I’m okay now and you can call me Canada if you like Scotland!” Blade whispered into her ear while hugging the woman tighter. “Thank you!” She voiced as she let the woman go.

Blade’s eyes shifted to the aging black woman. “Thanks… Mom!” Blade acknowledging the woman’s declare that they were her girls. “Thanks 13 for helping me.” Blade’s face turned cold as she stared at her assailant before turning back toward One.

“Well Scotland, it seems like our family is growing.” Blade trying to move past the frightful event to more important matters. “Should we continue to find away out of here?” She turned her head toward Mom as if waiting for her and One to make the decision.

 

[slippedhalo]

I looked around. There were gathered around us two more men along with 13 and the one I don't want to assign a number to yet. I pointed to them, "Four and Five..." then pointed to the aggressor and hissed, "I'm naming you "'roid rage"." which garnered laughter from the "family". I pointed to each of the other three women, "Six, Seven and Eight..."

Mama spoke up, "She look like a supermodel or some Barbie doll. Baby Imma call you Dolly. That's better'n 8, ok, babydoll?"

The leggy blonde looked self conscious as all eyes examined her and heads nodded in agreement with Mama's assessment. "Um...ok."

Seven spoke up next, "I'm pretty sure I'm American. I have a star with the American flag on my wrist. Can I just be America?"

I nodded to Mama and she acquiesced, "Sure, baby. You'll be America. That makes, Scotland, Canada, America, roid rage, 13, Dolly, Six, Five, Four, and me. Ten of us awake."

I nodded.

Mama shook her head, "My babies, did any of y'all think to look up?"

I followed Mama's gaze up to the smooth ceiling where recessed lighting failed to brighten a hole that looked much more like a chute than a door. "Ah, shit...I hate climbing." I murmured.

 

[AmberStar]

Blade’s eyes lifts up and her gaze sees what everyone else seems to see, some of them shaking their heads in disbelief that they didn’t look up earlier to spot this chute, including Blade. “Oh Man!” Blade blurted out slightly embarrassed for not being on top of things. She then just took a deep breath and chuckled at herself.

Blade lowered her gaze and looked over the family, putting their new names to faces. She stopped at the one named Babydoll, she was just that too, and smiled to her before turning back toward Scotland. Her gaze sliding over Scotland’s shoulder to roid rage. She shivered as he was still glaring coldly at her. She wanted to ask what was his problem, but refrained in doing so.

Blade moved up and put her arm around Scotland. “It’s okay love, I’ll make sure you won’t fall!” Blade smiled at her then added a small giggle. She pulled Scotland closer to her and whispered in her ear. “Hey what was that between you and 13 earlier?” Blade whispered lowly, her curiosity getting the better of her. “It appeared that you either know him or had something with him, or have something for him.” Blade replied playfully, trying to ease the heaviness she was feeling from roid rage’s glare.

"So Mom, Who's first?" She didn't wait for Scotland's reply for she knew that Scotland wouldn't answer her about what happened between her and 13 just yet.

 

[Othermoose]

That hand on his chest was electric. That voice, those eyes. He knew her. He knew he knew her. He could almost remember. Love. Desire. Need. Thirst. She was his. He could almost remember... His fingers began to move on their own, dancing over an invisible bass. The notes sounded in his distant memory. He knew. It was so close... Then it hit him. She was the tattoo. She was...

"Rose." He said, for the first time since the fight ended. He hadn't noticed the minutes trickle by. He had been too deep in thought. The people had moved on, they were taking and planning without him noticing. But that one word had brought him back to the present. Along with memories. Or at least pieces. Skin, her hair, her smell, a laugh, glass breaking, more laughter, blood, and a kiss. It was blurry and distorted, a memory of a memory, but it was all he had.

He approached her slowly, cautiously. He gently grabbed her shoulders, looking at her face, into her eyes. He could almost remember... "Rose." He whispered to her, before kissing her familiar lips. He didn't remember, but his body did. His fingers traced her skin in old half forgotten patterns, his lips fit hers perfectly. And he waited for her to respond. To kiss him back. Every second seemed to last forever, but he knew she'd remember him too. She had to.

 

[slippedhalo]

We were considering ways to reach the ceiling, all eyes up, so I hadn't noticed 13 moving closer through the crowd. Suddenly, my shoulders were in his roughened hands and he whispered, "Rose." before leaning down to kiss me full on the lips...

..."mmmmnnoooooo..." I heard myself murmur against him, shoving his chest ineffectually, tasting confusion, then desire, affection...turned to pained rage...I shoved harder this time and shouted, "No!"

I turned away, wiping my hot lips with the back of my hand and hearing "Rose" whispered over and over in that gooseflesh inducing voice of his, in my mind."You call me Rosalie. You don't deserve the intimacy of whispering Rose at me that way."

Mama broke the spell of silent tension first. "Honey, why don't he deserve a rose? Mama don understand. You two know each other?"

Four cleared his throat and said, "So, Scotland, is Rosalie your name? Maybe?"

I tried it out in my head a few times, yes, yes. "Yes. Yes! Thanks, Thirteen. That jogged a memory or something. You called me Rose and I got super pissed off that you'd say it like that, like, like we're in an argument and I'm mad at you about something...important...and sad, you make me really wistfully sad, Thirteen. You called me Rose once but not since what feels like a long time ago, I think. I don't remember much, the emotions...yeah, I think we were...something. My name, though, it's Rosalie. I'm pretty sure." All eyes now on me, I feel the heat of my skin blushing.

 

[Othermoose]

Thirteen looked at her hungrily, but made no attempt to move towards her again. "Yea, I'm sorry Rose- Rosalie. I didn't mean to be so, aggressive. But we definitely knew eachother." He said, showing her the tattoo on his left arm. "This is you. The rose. Maybe you're the only one worth keeping? I don't remember exactly what it means, but I know it's you." Thirteen said. "And I don't remember being mad. Or maybe I do. But not really. Does that make sense? Like maybe there's something there, but it's faint. Almost like... Fuck! Why can't we remember anything!?" Thirteen growled in anger.

The kiss had stirred memories, and her voice even more. He remembered... Her. It was clearly her, sitting on a red leather couch. She was wearing a green sweater and smiling. His hands were gripping something... A guitar. He was singing to her. His fingers danced the same patterns in the present as they did in his memory. He hummed a melody before a name finally came to him.

"Rosalie? Do you remember anything else? I remember you sitting on a red couch in a green sweater. I was singing to you. I only remember one line. 'My name is Jonas'. Does that name sound familiar to you? Am I Jonas?" He asked her. But no. That didn't sound right. Jonas wasn't it. Or at least Thirteen didn't think so. But maybe his memory would help her remember. Maybe they could bounce things off eachother until the figured something out.

 

[slippedhalo]

I don't know why but his insistence in trying to remember him irritated me. I shook my head. "No. Not now. Right now we should try to get out of this room before whoever did this to us comes back."

"A'ight. Hurl me up, somebody!" called out Mama, arms outstretched. "I wanna see if this this goes straight up like a laundry chute or has some curves like a water slide. Straight up's goin a suck but curvy is much more auspicious to a buncha climbin idiots like ourselves."

"You want to be our scout?" I asked, for clarification.

Five, a tall, bald guy of indiscriminate race but nearly the same age as Mama said, "Hey, darlin', maybe we should hurl up one of the tiny ones. Easier to send her up, you know..."

"You callin' me fat, knobhead?" shouted Mama, half in annoyance, half bemused.

Five put up his hands, "No, no...You're just the way I like a lady, curvy and sweet. Like you said, 'curvy is more auspicious'. But, I'd rather toss a munchkin up on my shoulders than a sexy curve goddess."

I had to chuckle at the obvious shmooze tactic.

Mama laughed, "Heheh. You alright, Five. I knew I liked you. It's ok, shiny head. I ain't mad atcha. What you sayin' make some sense."

Then, she looked from me to Six and Canada. I saw everyone else doing the same, sizing us up. We three were the smallest in stature and looked to be the lightest.

"Uh, anybody know how much we weigh?"

Four laughed, "I could try lifting each of you and tell you who's lightest. That shouldn't be hard."

I nodded, "Alright."

I was lifted off my feet for a second. He then turned to Six and lifted her saying, "Six, so far. But, it's maybe like one or two pounds' difference. Canada, you next..." He turned to lift Canada.

 

[AmberStar]

Blade’s jaw hung open when 13 moved up and kissed Scotland on the lips, she couldn’t believe he had the audacity to do such a thing, however, the way Scotland responded was unexpected and somewhat relieving to blade, which in itself was an unexpected reaction! Blade shifted her head about looking to see if anybody caught her facial expression, or the body reaction which now just dawned upon Blade, her fist where clenched and slightly trembling, she quickly shook it off before someone did notice.

‘Rosalie!’ Blade repeated Scotland’s real name in her mind. Jealousy is an ugly thing, but now another layer of it was added for now Scotland had her real name and she was slowly remembering things, unlike Blade whom mind was still clouded by a dense, lingering fog. A sharp pain shot through the fog and killed the green eye monster when Blade bit down on her tongue, she didn’t like the inner feelings she was finding herself in.

An inner sigh of relief came when Mama asked for someone to heist her up, She snickered when five suggested using someone of smaller portions, nonetheless Blade lost total control when Mama bit back playfully and a small giggle vibrated out over her soft, partially opened lips that soon erupted out into a laughter when Five began his five star proverbially backstroking.

Blade regained her composure while taking interest in mom’s sizing up glare that began falling over everyone around her. She soon popped out a list of whom should be considered as candidates or guinea pig in this event. A slight unease came over her for she knew she was the lightest, just her luck!

She stepped forward when Four informed that he was now ready to test lift her. She crossed her arms across her chest and backed into him. She was lifted off her feet and the words rang into her left ear. “We have a winner here!” Four’s voice echoed in her mind. She could only smile to the sets of eyes that were upon her.

“Up you go my child.” Mama’s tone of voice was riddled with concern even if she tried to cover it up with her charming smile and the motherly nodding of her head, which to Blade’s surprise it did smooth out the lump of fear that was in her throat. “So once up there how far do you all want me to go exploring?” Blade asked nervously as she glanced over to Rosalie.

The glance was ended when Four spun her around and held out his interlaced fingered hand. “Okay, Canada I’m ready when you are.” His voice conquered the distance between them to the unwantingly to hear ears of Blade. With a small huff she stepped into his hand and up she went.

“OH SHIT! Fuck!” Blade screamed out as a blue streaked bolt shot out from her finger to the metal edge of the chute. She stopped for a moment to shake her hand out. Small slithers of hair stood up from her head! “That was a fucking OUCHIE!!” Blade claimed still shaking the numbness out of her hand.

After a few moments Blade resumed her mission and was inside the chute. To her surprise there was three ways she could go. UP, to the left, or to the right. “So, do I go up, to the left or to the right?” Blade barked downward to the onlookers. “OR do you all want to come up here before deciding.” Blade asked hopefully that they all come up.

 

[slippedhalo]

I moved to get hoisted up next so I could see what Canada was asking about. "Holy Moses it's slippery in here!" I shouted for all to hear. "Directly up may not be feasible, guys, no matter how good we climb. It's too hard to get hand and footholds so vertically..."

Making eye contact with Canada who'd moved toward the left tunnel entry to check it out, I asked, "Do you hear, smell, feel, or see anything that way? This one on the right goes up but at angles. It'll be easier to climb. It feels a bit cold to the touch...and...sounds like the inside of a seashell. Probably, air flow..."

 

[AmberStar]

CITY

Blade moves down a little farther before stopping and gasping. “Ummm… Your … Not going … to believe me!” Blade sputtered out. “Your definitely not going to believe this.” She whispered again. “Scotland!” Blade yelled back over her shoulder. “Your really need to come and see for yourself!” her tone of voice holding a high pitch to it.

Blade’s steely orbs scanned over the humongous city before her. The flying cars told her she wasn’t on Earth anymore. “Umm. Guys this isn’t good!” Blade shuddered, putting her hand up against the cold walling for support as her legs slowly became numb.

She couldn’t stop herself from slowly sinking to the floor. Wrapping her arms around herself and hugging herself tightly. “This can’t be happening!” She began to rock slowly back and forth. “Scotland! Get over here now!” she screamed at a higher decibel. We’re not in Kansas anymore!” she continued to rattle off diligently.

Blades eyes continued to look over the mesmerizing view of the large under what ever city! “I hope there are other humans that are down there and knows what the fuck is going on!” she rattled off loudly to herself. “God I hope so!” She thought getting tired of not knowing what is going on, why are they here and where the hell are they!

 

[slippedhalo]

A sinking feeling hit me at the panicked sound in Canada's voice. I hurried over to look. "Guys, it's....a shining crystal city, nothing like our buildings...I see flying vehicles, like....hover cars, or something...and..." I stuck my head past hers to check above. Gooseflesh prickled on my bare skin as I ducked back inside. Wide eyed, I hung over the ledge so the others could see my face. "The sky is light green and there's two moons."

Just as two of the others helped me back down and we were reaching up for Canada, an unknown voice called out from the speaker, "Security Breach in Cloning Center 39!" Over and over in various languages. Klaxons sounded, and the room turned from white to black just as orange vapor began to rise up out of the floor. I grabbed stuff from the coccoon nearest me and put it to my face to protect myself. I had a feeling that was a poisonous gas meant to knock us out. I hoped it wouldn't kill us. I held seafoam scented coccoon material over my face and looked around at the others for some idea of what to do!

 

[Othermoose]

Thirteen didn't say anything in reply to Rosalie. She was right, escape first remember later. They discussed who should climb up through the shoot until finally Canada was selected to climb up. She was hoisted up by one of the others, and after a few moments she called back to them, sounding terrified. Rosalie then followed the other woman into the tube, and Thirteen's stomach clenched. Why was she going up? What if it was dangerous! Thirteen walked over to the hole planning to climb up after her, but Rosalie was already coming back down, looking pale and terrified taking about a giant city and a green sky.

"What? Green sky? Two moons? What are..." Thirteen was cut off as I deafening horn sounded. He covered his ears as the alarms went off and the room began to fill with orange gas. He got a face full of the stuff before someone pressed some cocoon stuff over his face. But Thirteen was already feeling the effects of the gas. His limbs felt heavy, and for some reason everything was terribly funny. He began to giggle as the room began to change colors and distort. It almost looked like the walls were opening up and things were crawling out. Big orange humanoid dragon-dogs. Thirteen let out a snort of laughter. Dragon-dogs! That was hilarious! They didn't have fur or scales, but tough leathery orange skin. They really didn't resemble dragons or dogs except for the shape of the heads. Elongated and predatory. They also carried long... Things, on their backs. They looked like long browish metal two-by-four that got thinner towards one end. They also wore some type of grey armored tunic over their torsos. Like metal ponchos! The though had Thirteen doubled over with laughter.

Thirteen watched the strange creatures descend the walls, climbing quickly and easily. They looked so weird! Thirteen giggled again. He was tripping and he knew it. At least somewhere in his brain he knew it. No way these things were real. But on the other hand, he had to look at where he was. Maybe he wasn't tripping. "Hey guys?" He laughed, pointing to the walls. "Do you see the dragons too?"

 

[Othermoose]

OOC: So about the dragon dudes. I thought that was where this was heading, but if you two don't like it, I gave us an out. We can say Thirteen really is just high and seeing things, or aliens are streaming down the walls. I'll leave it up to you two, I'm fine with whatever. Also, if you don't like the way I made them look, you can change the appearance. We'll just say the drugs distorted everything he saw.