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[ Ghost (?) children are actually pretty low on the list of concerning things, but even a distinct disinterest in the kid's health and whereabouts doesn't exempt Cage from being vaguely bothered by it. Things that don't make sense are annoying, at best, and incredibly problematic at worst.

Keeping to text is partly to avoid any tells that he's rattled; it's also because his track record with first impressions has been, thus far, super terrible. Maybe a little distance will help. ]

Living in confined spaces has a way of getting to people.

[ Getting to people, causing shared hallucinations, whichever. ]

I'm not saying I don't trust any of you to keep your calm and be decent human beings, but if the population's going to keep growing, it might be a good idea to take certain precautions.

We should think about coming up with a security system. Nothing too elaborate, just a way to check in on each other. Maybe lay down a few ground rules that we can all agree on.

usernamesarecool

[ The feed starts out pitch black but give it a minute and ignore those sounds in the background. After a minute of this the feed snaps on to reveal what seems to be a young man in a bowtie. He adjusts the screen a bit and sits back in a chair to address everyone. ]

Hullo everyone! Seems we've all been given a means to communicate-that's new. Definitely a step up from last time I landed in a hotel with no exit. Anyway! I'm in need of a bit of assistance-you see I've misplaced my police box-if you see it just let me know-don't open it and don't touch anything inside if you do. It's blue and says 'police' on it. I'd say you can't miss it if you see it but the perception filter might be on so I can't say.

[ He claps his hand together and moves on from the subject like it's perfectly normal. ]

That out of the way, I'm the Doctor, I suppose I'll be around in room 319 if anyone needs me-or somewhere around. I like meeting new people and since we're all going to be neighbours anyways, might as well get to know each other, right?

So, let's talk.

mygame

[No surprise that the Nogitsune looks even less pleased than it did last time. The slow thud-thud in the background at least lets people know that it is still hiding out in the laundry room.]

Stupid wolves with their high heat. [Said more to itself than the network as it shivers again, the low chatter of its teeth audible.] I would end up with a host that has no body fat or muscle. From California.

[When it doubt, blame Stiles. That works for it. Were it a werefox instead of a fox spirit, it wouldn't be having these problems.]

Lydia, I am still thinking over your offer versus Scott McCall's. Admirable how each of you will try to throw yourselves in the path of an oncoming train to try to save the other. Useless, but admirable.

The fact that the small earthquakes have stopped is relieving, although it was almost like being back in California. I do wonder if our strange hosts intend for us to freeze or if this is a test of some sort. To see if we can survive, work together or whatever lofty goal it is they imagine we can manage. Or we could be ants in their farm that they're taking the magnifying glass to.

They are still feeding all of you, aren't they?

hacker

[ She's still bundled up, comforter wrapped around her shoulders and bundled in her lap like the elaborate layer-work of a sherpa, but the chatter of her teeth is under control, and she's gotten some help at least working on controlling whatever it is that's going on with her.

Which, for the record? She really doesn't want to talk about. Or think about. And most definitely doesn't want anyone else to find out about. ]

I've been thinking.

[ Of course she has. There's not much else to do. She sniffs, clearing her throat and shifting on her bed. The mattress squeaks beneath her as she fidgets, scooting back into the headboard. ]

There are other people from my world here. More than one. But none of them were with me when I got grabbed. They're picking and choosing who comes here—so there has to be a pattern, right? Except I can't figure out what it is.

[ Her brow furrows: that's weird. Usually, she's pretty good at exactly this kind of thing. That makes her think she just needs more information to spot it. ]

This can't be a coincidence: there has to be something we've all got in common. I'm thinking maybe, if we learned more about each other, about the different realms we all come from, we might start to get a better idea of exactly what that pattern is.

Maybe that's our way to figuring out who got us into this—and to getting out of it.

pajarita

well, i've been working on the thermostats problem for a day now and the bad news is: it's not heating, and the worse news is: it doesn't act like anything that's broken

and before anyone thinks of calling it 'magic' -- don't. it hasn't been long enough for me to stop being cynical

also, it's cold and i'm not in the mood

greenies

[ thomas, untrusting as ever, is not about to show his face on the video feed. still, his name "THOMAS EDISON" appears by his message, which is en masse for the rest of the people here to see. ]

I have some questions.

1. Have any of you had memory problems since arriving here? Like somebody went in your head and put an eraser through it.
2. Does the phrase "WICKED is Good" have any meaning to you?
3. If this thing about multiverse theory is actually true--which it might be, but I'm not sure if I believe it yet--then what's your world like at home? Is it stable and livable?
4. This one's not a question: so everyone's aware, the person who claims to be staff looks just like me. He's not me. It's a coincidence. I think.
5. Has anyone seen a teenager with blonde hair and an accent? Walks with a limp. It's important.

[ there's a little break for a second before: ]

6. Did anyone get anything they...shouldn't have, in these suitcases? Like someone must have stripped it off of your body. Something you would have fought someone for before they could take it away from you.

That's all, thanks.

[ well, never say he's not to the point. click! ]

pajarita

[there are no tears on her face this time -- she showered! -- but she still wears the expression of someone who's spent a few days locked up in her room and mourned someone. now there's just determination, and grim misery.]

Well -- from what I've gathered, we all have places to be other than this. But it turns out the thing I was trying to prevent happened -- [an angry, pained twitch of her jaw; she presses her lips together and looks away.] Anyway. [the transmission switches to text.]

HOTEL

No exists available.
So far, no staff.
Room service doesn't work.
Elevator doesn't work.
Screening room plays No Sferatu on a loop but the projector is too old school to admit that sort of setting.
Haven't tested where climbing out the windows takes us.

'GUESTS'

We've been kidnapped, no 'welcome' card will make up for it.
Why are we here: unknown.
Different realities? Timelines?
Some people will believe in magic but they won't buy a nineteen year old being the youngest zero-g mechanic in 52 years. (Glad to see sexism never dies.)
My scientific conclusion is that this is fucked up.

Feel free to complete with whatever, if you think it'll be useful.

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