Happy Place [Open][Crack]

[Oathkeeper Emi]

Totally freaking me out, okay?
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Emi woke up confused. Definitely not the first time that had happened, but this was definitely this first time she'd woken up confused in a stark white room without any obvious exits. No windows. No doors. She wasn't even sure where the walls stopped and the floor began.

She was lying on her back, staring up into nothingness.

"Whoa. Trippy,[/color]" she said. Not the first time that had happened, either.

Now, she needed to figure out where the heck she was and why she was there. She was pretty sure she wasn't dreaming. This felt real in a way she couldn't explain. She rolled over on her stomach and tried to stand up, but considering she wasn't sure if she was standing on solid ground or not, it was a bit difficult. She held her arms out a little, balancing herself.

She tried walking. It was really strange, but it wasn't hard. Soon she was pacing around in a circle, trying to remember what she last remembered. She remembered going to bed and then.... nothing. How long had she been asleep? Was this really just a vivid dream? Had someone kidnapped her?

Yeah. She didn't know.

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Alright everyone, just drop your characters in. Literally. Drop them from the ceiling.

[Aerith]

Painful Entrance

The last thing Aerith remembered was tending to her flowers. After that, her world had been filled with blackness. Now, as her eyes slowly fluttered open, she found her world filled with whiteness. Her body ached a little, and she noticed she was in a rather uncomfortable position on the floor, as though she had just fallen from somewhere. She sat up on her knees and looked up. There was a large hole in the ceiling of this pristine blank slate of a room. It was closing back up. Had she just been dumped in here through the ceiling?

She rubbed her cheek in thought, then straightened her dress. It was then that she finally noticed she was not alone in the room. Oh, it was the girl, Emi. Aerith had not had a chance to speak to her much, but she did recognize her from around Radiant Garden. She gave Emi a bit of a puzzled look, but she quickly replaced it with one of her characteristic smiles.

"Glad to see you're here, as well. Um...I don't suppose you know where we are? And...did I really just fall from a hole in the ceiling?"

[Slash]

This is Weird...

Furiae woke up just in time to avoid having her neck cut by her own scythe. Rolling to the side, she grabbed Iceheart and looked up.

She was in a strange white room. No doors, no exits...She looked up to see that she had fallen from a hole in the ceiling. This hadn't been in her plan...All she had wanted to do today was train. Well, maybe this had some sort of meaning. Or it was random. Could be either.

There were two other people here. She didn't recognize them, which wasn't surprising in the least. While normally she would just ignore them, perhaps they knew something.

"Where are we?" Furiae asked softly. She looked rather calm- the tightness with which she gripped Iceheart was the only outward sign of the uncertainty she felt. This was very strange.

[Castle]

"Uwah?!"

That was the exclamation Castle made as he woke up a few feet above what was presumably the ground. He expected to keep falling through the void he saw, but to his unpleasant surprise, he connected with something floor-like within the next fraction of a second.

The collision was made face first, and he lay there, stunned, for a moment or two before he pushed himself up to his hands and knees.

"Oww..." he moaned, and then looked up and saw the others nearby. In fact, he'd landed right behind Emi. Another foot closer, and he'd have been on top of her.

"Emi?!" he exclaimed, scrambling to his feet, "What the heck is..."

His gaze drifted to the other two women. One of them he recognized from the Radiant Garden, but the other, the more startling one, was unknown to him. All around them was nothing but white.

"...going...on...? Am I dreaming?" he asked, knocking on the side of his own head with his fist. The impact felt real enough, but...

[Lagunamov]

Why couldn’t they have put a damn haystack in here?

Before dozing off, Elrick had been staring at the walls in his room, looking at all the random papers with logs and info, linked with strings from one to another, implying connections or relevance. He had dubbed his room the “Room Full of Crazy”, since the very sight of it would probably drive people away. Now, he felt wind flow through his entire body, which felt amazingly light. His eyes opened slowly, the wind in his face making it hard to open them fast, only to find out he was falling from a great distance. The shock woke him wide awake.

“Incoming!” he yelled at the top of his lungs the moment he was close enough to the ground to notice other people. His body was falling close to a wall, so Elrick did his best to break his fall by trying to grab from it with his hand, which helped slow him down. But the impact on the ground remained relatively painful. After his crash, he found himself on the ground, his legs bent and against the wall while his torso, head and arms lying on the ground itself. The pain took a backseat to the logic of how the hell he ended up in that position.

“Howdy,” he saluted to the other inhabitants of the place, grabbing his better, which had fallen on his side, and putting it on. He did all this while remaining in the same position he had landed. Moving was simply out of the question for the next minute or so. “I’d introduce myself, but considering the weirdness we are being put through by out three dimensional overlords, I think we can skip that. What the hell is this place they put us in anyway?” he started rambling, wondering after a second if he had actually said that nonsense. The crash must have taken some toll on his already fragile mind. Or maybe he was onto something and the crash unleashed it. Either way, it didn’t matter.

[Oathkeeper Emi]

Yay, roommates.
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"....I have no clue,[/color]" Emi finally sighed, figuring that was a good blanket answer for all the questions that had been asked. She had watched four more people literally drop in from the ceiling, seemingly out of nowhere. She had no idea where they were, why they were there, who had done it or how long they would be staying.

One thing was for sure though. This was no dream.

At least she recognized one or two of her new psychosis buddies. Didn't necessarily mean she was glad for the company. Aerith was here, and she was okay from what Emi could tell... but Castle, the midget, was also here.

Manners dictated she at least ask for the others' names but since when did Emi have any manners to speak of?

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Again, the ceiling opened up and in dropped a blur of brown and red. Loru hit the ground and rolled over onto her back, head spinning from the impact. It was a miracle the drop hadn't shattered her frail frame

She sat up, then hopped to her feet. No harm done. She brushed off her dress and wandered off to a corner and sat down cross legged, staring up into the white abyss.

No questions, no demands for explanation. She was happy for the blank canvas on which the projections of her mind could be very clearly painted.

[Fate]

I Don't Believe I Have Been Here Before...
P is for Piano by Massive Attack

[Note: I moved this thread to Castle Oblivion to fix the coding issue-- it was bugging me]

"What in the world...?" Zexion was relatively sure that he had been sitting on the sofa in the World That Never Was reading. Where was this falling sensation coming from? He tore his eyes away from the Lexicon, finding out that he was indeed falling in a room that made Castle Oblivion look grey; other people seemed to be below him, though there was nothing else in the room at all. It was too late to land gracefully, which meant this was not going to end well; especially since it looked like he was about to land on someone that was sitting in a corner. This was perfect.

Indeed, he did land on said person in their lap. It was a female, an odd looking one at that; Zexion would have to keep that judgment to himself. Her hair looked... disorganized-- that was the only euphemistic phrase he could think of at the moment. Her scent also reeked of cherry Kool-Aid; he was not sure he was fond of the scent at all. The only good thing about this situation was that she broke his fall and that he now was not hurt; well, his dignity suffered a bit.

He quickly stood up and got away, dusting himself off as he continued to hold his Lexicon closed in one arm. "My apologies," he told her, "I did not mean to intrude in that way." Not being the type to care about another's well-being, even if he did happen to fall directly on her, he turned away and glanced around the room. Emi and Castle seemed to be here as well as two scents he faintly recognized from Radiant Garden; one of them was of flowers. There was also an unfamiliar scent belonging to a man, though he was not about to go introduce himself.

He used this opportunity to glance around the room, pacing around slowly. It was bright and white, nothing else in the room besides people. It was hard to judge the room's size due to everything being the same color, though there were no exits. Well, that was not much of an issue for Zexion; he could summon a Corridor of Darkness if he needed to. For now, he did not feel the need to leave. He went until he found a wall and leaned against it, opening up the Lexicon to read; he could not say he wanted to socialize at the moment.

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[Aerith]

Some Conversation

Before Emi could offer a reply, several more people also fell from the ceiling. There was a boy who she might have seen running around Radiant Garden at some point, though she didn't know his name. And then there was someone she didn't recognize at all, though the woman looked very fierce. Icy would be a good adjective to describe her. A man then crashed into the floor, and she didn't recognize him, either. This man was followed by a woman, who was content to stare at one of the walls upon making her landing, and then another man in a black cloak who landed on the aforementioned woman. He scrambled off her quickly and then moved to lean against a wall. To Aerith's surprise, he pulled a book from out of nowhere to read.

Being the person that she was, Aerith stood to her feet and immediately determined to make the cloaked man with the book not feel so inclined to be anti-social. It was only upon closer examination that she realized the cloak he was wearing matched the ones of those Organization XIII members. She had not directly encountered one before, but she had heard plenty of stories from Sora and Mickey, among others. Still, this one didn't look too threatening. She, too, enjoyed a good book, though gardening was more her passion. Perhaps she could find common ground based on that.

Full of confidence that she could make this man feel welcome--even if she would be making him feel welcome in a strange, white room--Aerith approached him. She touched a finger to his book and drew it down slightly so he might actually look at her instead of the page. "Hello, there," she said with a smile. "This may sound a little strange, considering the circumstances, but I thought you might like some conversation."

[Axel]

Let's Stop Meeting Like This. Please?

At first, he thought he was only in some weird dream, because the last thing he remembered was going to sleep. He thought perhaps that he was dreaming about Twilight Town, and in the dream, he was sitting alone on the clock tower. Suddenly, he was falling off and falling forever. But pain jolted him back to his senses, and he opened his eyes to find himself sprawled on the floor of a completely white room.

...Castle Oblivion? Nah, this place doesn't feel enough like a tomb.

After untangling his limbs and rubbing at a few sore spots on his arms and knees, Axel took a moment to scan his surroundings. At least he wasn't alone in this white room. There were quite a few people here, most of whom he didn't recognize nor care to recognize. Wait, Zexion was here? Sure enough, there was the Schemer, though he seemed to have some woman attempting to talk to him. Good luck with that, lady. Just don't expect much interesting conversation.

Unfortunately for Axel, there was one more person in the room that he could see. She was sitting near a wall, staring at it blankly. Her tattered clothes were enough to convince him that it really was her. ...Great. Just great. What are the odds that she won't notice me? He began to look around the room again, this time with the intention of finding something to hide behind.

[Slash]

This is a lot of people...

Furiae watched their growing numbers with annoyance. So many people...how irritating. Thankfully, none of them felt inclined to approach her. Good.

Her thoughts were then interrupted by a thud as someone fell and landed on her. Cursing quietly, she shoved him off. That had hurt. And did she have...feathers in her hair?

Oh. The boy had wings. Well, that explained everything.

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Soren rolled over. "Ow...sorry, lady." He looked around. It was a white room with no entrances or exits to speak of. The hole above him was a good bet if he could fly throu...no, that had closed off.

Well, this was awkward. He shook a couple of loose feathers off. There was no one in here he knew, so he'd probably get stared at-

Oh wait. There was the red-headed guy and the crazy chick who had tried to kill him. Well, that made everything better. He folded his wings back, wishing that he had some way to hide them. Maybe he could just hover above the girl and hope she didn't look up.

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Furiae ignored the winged boy. Were wings commonplace on some people? She didn't know. Not that she had seen, but maybe on other worlds. Either way, it wasn't interesting enough to warrant a comment on.

She looked at the two men in black cloaks. One of them had probably been the one who could send out Nobodies...One of them spoke, and she recognized the voice. It was the one who had hair covering most of his face.

She sat against the same wall that he was sitting, although a small distance away. She wasn't going to talk to him, no, but he was probably the most interesting in the group as far as she knew. Besides, she owed him. He had contributed greatly to her training, as had the polite silver-haired man who sent out Heartless. Perhaps he would show up? That would make her even more content with the current company.

Perhaps it was odd to enjoy the company of people who sent things out to kill you. Furiae didn't spend too much time wondering about it.

[Administrator]

The beginning of one's journey starts with...crack?
In a thread? I don't think that is safe...

This is not where I fell asleep, the first thoughts that popped into Arc's head said. He sat up and looked around. The room--if it could be called that; Arc was not certain it could--was grey, and the most drab grey imaginable. The only variation in color was from others who were in the room/expanse...thing. And one of them was...wait a minute, Zexion was here? Arc hadn't expected that.

"Zexion. Good to see you again," Arc said as he nodded to the Nobody, standing up and brushing himself off. He had fallen through a hole in the ceiling, he remembered now. Barely, since he was still half asleep. He looked around. Emi was also here, and many whom he did not know...but one he had met for a brief time on Radiant Garden. Axel. It was quite a brief meeting, but he still could recall the events of that day.

"Does anyone know where we are currently?" Arc asked everyone in the area, leaving it open for anyone to answer should they wish to. Of course, there was another question he was reluctant to ask. "Does anyone know of a way out of this grey...expanse?"

[Castle]

Now all sorts of people were dropping in. Literally. And some of them were landing on other people. It had Castle glancing up periodically in case someone fell in his direction. Speaking of glancing up, it was never really apparent from where these people were falling. Weird.

He noticed Zexion fall in, and not long after, someone else who was dressed exactly like him. Not just wearing the same coat, but exactly alike. Were they part of a cult or something?

This observation was cut short when a winged guy feel onto the icy-looking woman. That was something to see. Castle had never encountered anyone with wings before who wasn't a moogle... or a bird.

Not that he was shy or anything, which he definitely wasn't, but he decided to stay close to Emi. Sure he liked to meet new people, but this was ridiculous.

"Okay... so..." he began slowly, "No one here knows what's happening right now?"

[Oathkeeper Emi]

Great. More people.
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Emi snapped. "Everyone stop asking so many freaking questions! I think it's pretty obvious no one knows what's going on here, so how about everyone SHUT UP!?[/color]" she screamed.

There were people everywhere now, more and more unfortunate victims fell in through the...ceiling, she guessed. Sky? From above, at any rate. People she didn't recognize, but it seemed that everyone at least knew someone. Zexion was here now, which just made her day and so was Arc, who she hadn't seen in ages. Aerith was trying and failing at trying to get Zexion to be social. What did she think this was, a party?

Emi had a feeling that she was going to end up having an episode before this ordeal was over. Castle was being kind of clingy, so he'd probably be the first to go down.

Buttons sees a familiar face.
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Loru didn't seem too phased by Zexion falling down on her. She just sat up, shook her head a bit to recover and went back to staring at the wall.

At least, until, she caught a glimpse of red in the corner of her eye. Her head snapped around and she squealed with childish glee. She hopped up and ran over in her usual manner- a sort of shuffling waddle, arms outstretched, like a toddler.

"Reeeeeeed![/color]" she shrieked, hitting him full force with a hug. They both toppled over.

[Fate]

Excuse Me?

Goodness, was everyone falling into this unknown realm. Axel's scent now crossed his senses as did Arc's, which he found rather peculiar. Another unknown scent registered as well, though Zexion was not about to pay them any heed. For now, he was going to attempt to sink into the background and wait to see what happened; naturally, a black object was going to have a difficult time with that in a completely white environment, but there were plenty of others here. They could distract each other and then cause havoc, as that seemed to happen whenever a large group gathered together.

His attention was, unfortunately, grabbed by the woman who smelled of flowers coming close to him. She was expecting him to socialize with someone he did not know? He did not want to particularly socialize with anyone at the moment, not seeing the need to; what he was currently reading was more interesting than anyone here, that was for sure. But, of course, someone had to interrupt him and draw his book down slightly. Blue eyes looked away from the pages and at her; he could tell just by looking at her that she had a lot of light in her. What was she doing trying to talk to an Organization member?

Either way, Zexion was not interested. "And might I inquire as to why you thought that?" he asked, keeping his eyes on her. He glanced over to Arc for a moment though, nodding his head in acknowledgement. He then looked over at Emi, her shout quite nearly filling the room. He had already surmised that no one knew why they fell in this room or how; it was also not something he intended to figure out at the moment. He decided it would be better to return his gaze to this woman in front of him and smirking slightly as he watched Axel get tackled by the girl he landed on; at least he was not the only one who was subject to female abuse.

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[Lagunamov]

Room full of crazy. No doubt about it.

That was one weird ass place. Elrick had already come to that conclusion when he had first fallen into the room, but after a minute or so of getting his head back in place, and actually deciding to sit properly in the ground, his thoughts began racing, trying to understand their situation. They had been kidnapped and put in a white room, thrown through the ceiling which couldn’t be seen, and left to their own devices once they reached the ground. Also, either everyone was incredibly resilient, or the nature of the room allowed for them not to die upon impact with the ground.

As his mind raced, more people fell into the room, each stranger than the previous one. The stranger one in his mind was the girl that fell not long after him, who then acted as a cushion for a guy that definitely needed to get some hair out of his face. A couple more after that, and one of the girls who had been there since before he arrived snapped. Of course, other people were starting to act relatively weird for their situation so maybe that caused it.

“At least there isn’t a sign on a wall that reads ‘only one shall leave alive’ or something,” he mocked, using an overly dramatic voice for the appropriate moment, slightly fearing it might end up like that at some point. “At least you seem to know who these nut jobs are, or some of them. I’m personally inclined to believe I finally snapped.”

Next time, I'll perform a dynamic entry.

Xigbar was already used to freefalling, so the feeling woke him up immediately, since he knew pretty well what could happen if he didn’t. He could see his ponytail fly in front of his eyes, causing him to turn around in the air and stare at the ground far below him, but quickly approaching.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna die!” he started yelling at the top of his lungs, pretty much warning anyone on the ground level of his arrival. He could feel his body falling faster each passing second, his clothes pressing hard against his skin and the lower portion of his coat flailing frantically. If he had been anyone else, he’d have fainted by now.

His body quickly approaching the ground, he caught a quick glimpse of those in the room. Some he knew, some he didn’t. Zexion and his girlfriend were there, and so was Axel. The rest, he didn’t particularly care. As he got close to the ground, he readied his body for impact, his face flinching… and then his body disappeared right above the ground but before it could even slam it.

“As if,” his voice echoed, repapering less than a second later, standing with his arms crossed in the middle of the room. Leave it to him to make an entrance, and possibly make a fool out of everybody else who had flattened themselves against the ground upon entering. “So, how you guys liking the accommodations? Pretty neat place I got for ya, am I right?” he asked, obviously lying, but he thought he might as well get a good laugh if he could get them to do something.