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"I didn't even think you could stand on a rainbo...." The sound rumbled though her and cut off her words. She was used to loud noises, she did appreciate bass in movies and music, and she'd felt that along with hearing it.

It was an unsettling feeling to know that there was something else out there. She was not going to admit it was aliens though. No way.

"I think we should stay together." She looked at Regina and was tempted to wag a finger in her face but stopped herself. "I'm not saying you're right cause i don't think aliens would be abducting people but, yea ... that was creepy."

She really wished that her pliers had come with her. They wouldn't do much but they had a sharp point on them and she'd at least have felt better with something resembling a weapon if they were about to get taken off somewhere. It was already against their will and she almost wanted to find whoever had done it and give them a piece of her mind.

"Oh, and if we do find your aliens. I'm kicking their asses into next week for this."

Mal was too preoccupied with the logistical matter of smoking in space to have heard the sound. She had spent the past few minutes staring intently at her lighter, wondering if reality would collapse in on itself if she attempted to spark a flame. There wasn't a single thing about their current situation that made sense, but somehow the idea of lighting a cigarette in what was supposed to be a vacuum made Mal's drug addled mind reel more than anything else.

She finally snapped out of her daze as a girl [Anna] asked what was going on. The girl wasn't any more remarkable than all the other people asking what was going on - Mal's currently scatter shot attention span had simply snagged on her voice. She looked to the girl, taking the cigarette from between her lips and motioning towards their surroundings.

"Space. Rainbows. Kind of self-explanatory, isn't it?"

Mal looked back to the group and frowned. Most of them had taken to hitting themselves or one another, and she was hard pressed to think of a situation where that proved useful. Worse still was the fact that everybody else was flocking to the cop for guidance, and while these were certainly extenuating circumstances, Mal was still in an altered state of mind. Her stoner instincts told her to avoid authority figures at all costs, lest those costs included the chip aisle at the bodega on the corner.

"I don't know about anyone else," she said to no one in particular, eyes half-lidded and expression bored as she called upon her extensive horror film expertise. "But last time I checked, a bunch of strangers waking up in a place together is not usually an indication of good things to come."

When people joined him, Gilbert did his best to look reassuring and friendly. There was a teenage girl that tucked up close by him, and later a frightened woman joined as well -- fine by him, because even though he didn't know what the hell was going on, he was still some kind of authority figure and if his status as a cop could keep hysteria down then that was fine and dandy. It didn't seem like anyone was really hurt, just making a lot of noise and generally volleying between extreme displeasure and excitement at the prospect of being wherever they were.

Another teenage girl planted herself in front of him and demanded to know something about varsity, and as Gilbert had no idea what she was talking about or where she was even from, he did his best to smile reassuringly and tell her that whatever was happening right now was outside of her control and would have nothing to do with school. Incidents like this, with enormous kidnappings, actually had a profound effect on school -- yeah, he'd read up on that organ ring that had happened here a few years back before he'd transferred -- but there was no reason to agitate the situation even more.

He missed the sound the first time, but someone shouted over the top of the crowd, and he barely heard the voice above the buzz. He cupped a hand over his ear and frowned, tilting his head up, and heard... something.

And then someone suggested they follow. The storyteller, or whatever. This was either a great idea or a catastrophic one -- who knew what the hell was at the source of that weird sound. Then again, they couldn't just sit in the middle of the rainbow road and collectively wait to wake up, or be rescued, or something. Giving the group of people something to do would help ease the tension.

Cupping his hands in front of his mouth, he began to shout again. Goddamn, he was going to have a hoarse voice in the morning. "It's important that we stay together! Everyone, as a collective, begin moving toward the closest castle at a steady pace! We need to find shelter, and do not split up! I repeat, as a collective, begin to move toward the nearest castle!"

It was... kind of a plan. Hopefully everyone would be restless enough that they'd want some kind of action, and no one would break off and try to leap off the road again. There were really only two directions to go, so Gilbert began waving his hands at the back of the group, ushering them forward.

((ooc: I'm going to be at work most of the day, so if the group decides to start walking toward a castle, just assume Gilbert's at the end of it and encouraging any stragglers to go forward with Patient and Calm Tones and whatnot. If they decide not to, just assume Gilbert is moving through the group and making sure everyone is okay and not freaking out. Thanks 8D))

Grant smiled when he noticed Anna relax a slight bit. He felt more at ease because of it, often feeding off the emotions of others, though he reacted differently to them sometimes. He looked around again, not seeing anything different this time, but still not dejected because of it.

They were on a rainbow in space.

"Grant. Grant Caudwell," he said, when Anna introduced herself. He smiled brightly and offered her his hand, just in time to hear Mal nearby. He frowned thoughtfully, but not angrily. It was really the only way he knew how to frown, and it only happened when he was thinking too hard about something.

"I understand why you might think that," he said, nodding his head, "I mean, in all the movies I've ever seen when this happens, it usually isn't good. But there's nothing to indicate that yet, just like there's nothing to indicate that it's a good thing. I think it might be easier on us all if we don't worry about what we can't know yet. Of course... you're more than welcome to do what's best for you."

And why not? If something bad happened, they would have plenty of time for freaking out. They didn't need to jump ahead of themselves and panic before then, did they? If he was going to die here, then he wasn't going to waste his last peaceful moments in fear or in anger. Come what may.

He smiled again, a warm and almost eager expression, meant to reassure.

Abbacus

Adghal Popion

Joshua thought his use of the word ******** was perfectly appropritate for the situation, thank you Marienrode. But still... her and Gilbert seemed to be the one freaking out the least, and so the black-haired teen couldn't help but feel drawn to them. Panicking would get them nowhere at all, really, and the man's plan seemed sound. They would be saver in those... castles, right ? Until they woke up ?

He paused, through, when something else caught his attention. What was ? "Did you hear that ?"

Maybe it was just his imagination.

"Hey guys, since there is a castle, maybe that strange sound was like, some sort of dragon or something?" Natalia offered, calling upon all her memories of fairytales. Where there was a castle there was usually a dragon to slay along the way, right? Well,...maybe Anders and Hawkes were more the ones to go to for such information. After all, Natalia was subscribed to more of the historical-political LARP herself, rather than 'medieval-goodness!'

None the less, she offered up the suggestion to those who thought going to the castle might be the safe thing to do.

Wait - this was her dream anyway, so there could be a dragon if she wanted there to be, right? Ha! She hoped it ate some of them. Expecially the dream party poopers.

Every party needs a pooper that's why they invited you~ Party pooper~ Party pooper~

Cathleen got down on her hunches and listened while everyone else started to talk amoung themselves. She listened to there convesations with half a ear while she tried to figure out where she was and how to get back home.

"What is that noise?" There was no way to explain what she was hearing but after hearing it three times it stopped. Cathleen looked around and started to panic.

"At least I'm not the only one that heard that voice, thats good it means i'm not crazy."