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It wasn't the first time in Ricky's life that he found himself in a situation where he didn't know what was going on around him. Normally these settings involved alcohol, school, or people of intelligence. And in terms of levels of confusion, those situations all pale in comparison to this. It wasn't the first time where he suddenly found himself in an unusual place - suddenly finding himself on the Surrounding was a memory that would stay with him forever - but even that situation was less alarming than this. There was more certainty then. Now, all he could be truly certain of was that it was dark, which wasn't entirely comforting.

He attempted to think about what had transpired to lead him to this situation, but his mind was drawing a blank. His mind raced towards the unsettling conclusion that he may be dead. It was a thought he had before when he was first called to the Surrounding, and although it was proven false then, that didn't mean it was false now.

He swallowed his fear, compacting his nerves to a twitch in his hands as he tried to keep calm. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness, the silhouettes of the table and chairs providing little comfort. A seat was pulled out, as if waiting for him to take the seat. Curious, and feeling the need to sit down to process some information, Ricky attempted to take a seat in the chair before him.

Lian frowned when he realized he could not find his phone. Actually, he couldn’t figure out where the heck his pockets were either. Shouldn’t his pants have some sort of pockets? Had he arbitrarily decided to wear pants with no pockets? He scowled when he couldn’t recall what exactly he was wearing right now. The clothes certainly felt familiar and comfortable, but the darkness made it difficult for him to see what exactly he was wearing in particular. Lian quickly abandoned the futile search for his phone. Clearly, that would get him nowhere.

At least now he could see some murky shapes in the darkness. He took a couple cautious steps toward the figures, which appeared to be a long table and some chairs. One of them was angled toward him, making Lian wonder if that was his chair somehow. He didn’t know. He couldn’t remember sitting in it before. Reluctantly, he decided to take a seat and felt around the top of the table to see what else it had other than the small columns.

Chris wasn't entirely sure what was going on. It was dark... quiet... cold... He shivered slightly and lifted his hands to his arms, trying to use the friction of his hands to warm himself up from the sudden chill.

Was this a dream...?

He'd been told before about places where people went while they were asleep... A place where people had fought to survive... A place where impossible things happened. But that was usually the premise of dreams.

But was he dreaming, or was this reality? It felt too real to just be a lucid dream. He could feel the unfamiliar clothing, the cold, smooth floor beneath his feet. And the longer he focused on the darkness around him, he could start to see burred silhouettes of... something around him.

There was a table with... candles...? Chris pushed the chair into its proper place, and then reached out to touch one of the taller candles, attempting to remove it from the table. In the darkness, even if he found a way to light it, he probably wouldn't be able to find the table again, and then he would be out of luck.

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Everything was dark, but Michael felt awake. He had only a few more hours of sleep until he had to head in to work that morning. Or at least that's what he assumed. The last time he looked at the clock it had been.... No... he couldn't remember what time it was... Hell, he couldn't even remember what day it was. Dreaming, probably. Things like weren't important in dreams...

Although, the floor was rather cold, and he wished he had something to put on his feet. Had he been at home, he would have been wearing a nice pair of house slippers, if only because standing for hours every day in front of a classroom made his feet so sore. As much as he loved teaching, he hated being sore at the end of the day.

The table with the candles didn't interest him. If he wanted light, he was going to look for a light switch. Or just accept the fact that there wasn't going to be any light and move on.

Under normal conditions Oliver Greene didn't mind surprises all that much. He much preferred to be the surpriser instead of the surprisee though. So when he suddenly had the curious feeling of having just been born into a strange new environment he wasn't exactly the happiest of campers. Well no, being born wasn't exactly the right metaphor. Everything was still extremely dark, he supposed it would be apropos to still being in the womb. Now that was an interesting and yet horrifying thought.

It didn't take him long to realize that standing in God knows where thinking about what the proper metaphor for his situation would be wasn't going to help him figure out what the heck was going on. So, discarding the irrelevant thoughts he looked around the room without moving trying to discern anything that would be of use. It was while he was twisting from side to side that he felt his clothes rub against his skin and he froze. They weren't his clothes. He didn't own anything that felt quite like what he was wearing. Staring down at himself didn't help, he still couldn't see. He really needed to get on fixing that problem. Again shoving aside the mystery of the clothes that weren't his he looked around again.

Slowly a step forward was taken, only could you really call it a step if your foot never left the ground? The sliding movement was exploratory, Ollie's brain having already realized that he could very well be standing on the edge of a cliff and not know it because it was so dark. If that was the case he didn't want to go gallivanting off and tumble to his death. Luckily for the sixteen year old it didn't seem like fate had death in store for him, or at least not yet. His bare toes slid over the stone floor and kept sliding until he put his foot down. While there still was the chance he was standing at the edge of some bottomless pit, it had been greatly reduced. Bottomless pits weren't generally surround by quality masonry.

A bit more confident he took another step squinting his eyes trying desperately to discern anything. It was a second and a few steps closer to realize that the blur he was staring at was actually a table, and that on the table they were candlesticks and around the table was chairs. Well, candlesticks were a good start. Oliver continued to move slowly until he was standing next to the pulled out chair. Was it his? Or more accurately had he been sitting in it? He had no idea. But it was different than the rest of the chairs being that it was pulled out from the table, so that implied there was something special about it. Looking from the chair to the unlit candles he frowned, a lighter or even a box of matches would be extremely nice right about now.

Without the means to light the candles Ollie did the only other thing he could think of to do. He sat down in the pulled out chair. Wasn't that what you were supposed to do if you were lost? Stay in one place so that whoever was looking for you could find you.

Oliver Greene really wanted to be found.

DAMN YOU THE CHAIR DIDN"T HAVE IT EITHERRRR.

Sedna sank tiredly in the umcomfortable chair, deciding thats leeping on rocks could be comparably worse. Something prodded his back, the wood, Sedna was sure of. He sat a little straighter, a deep sigh escaping his awkwardly dressed form. Great, it was pitch-black and he was seated at some table of unidentifiable size.

His fingers lifted to pinch at the spot between his brows, instinctively lifting his finger to adjust a nonexistent pair of sunglasses. Were they supposed to await some lady of the manor type of thing? Sedna tapped his foot impatiently, accidentally kicking the chair beside him. Wasn't he supposed to be at soccer practice?

Or did this have something to do with the "knights" thing? It was the only out-there reason this could happen. A thought that struck most of the other unknown residents a long time ago only started to form with Sedna now, his mouth dropping in realization.

Well this was unexciting.

Mary opened her eyes again, faintly noticing the table. She walked towards it, head tilted. Table with candles, oh and she was barefoot apparently. This didn't bother Mary at all. In fact, -nothing- about this whole thing bothered Mary. After fighting space whales, space dragons, dying and coming back to life on your sheer force of will seemed to drop the number of things that surprised you to very little.

Oh and finding out your ancestor has a proverbal 'stick up her butt' too.

Regardless, Mary touched the table, running her fingers over it before she reached a candle. She picked it up slowly and held it between her hands.

"Light." Mary did the only natural and logical thing to do, she attempted to will the candle to light all by itself.

It worked with the Surrounding. It should work here... right?

Amarilla was tired of waiting for a response. She took a careful step forward, sliding her bare feet across the very cold floor. Huh, guess she didn't have shoes. Well alright. She slid across the floor in this fashion until her toes bumped against wood. She leaned forward and felt a chair beneath her fingers. Ok. Chair. Tossing one extra long pink pig tail behind her shoulder and out of the way, she carefully reached out into the darkness. Her index finger brushed against more wood, this time at waist height. She let go of the chair and pushed into the darkness, the muggy shape before her turning out to be a table. Amarilla's leg wobbled past the chair and sh pressed her hands flat onto the table. She breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for something solid.

Was there anything there? She leaned against the table and stretched out as far as she could across it. One foot came off of the ground as she was practically laying on the table. Her fingers didn't reach the end, so she assumed it was a long table. Hmmm, curious and curiouser.

Well, it certainly didn't feel like anything that Finn kept in his closet, which made him put a tick-mark of +1 on the mental scoreboard of is this a weird as balls hallucination possibly related to nighttime superheroics. Rubbing the sore spot on his hip, he stared around the table, trying to make sense of the gloom. So far, no luck. He thought he could make out some candles, but it didn't seem proper to go ripping apart the table decorations.

He felt around for the nearest chair and pulled it out. Moving like a blind man on familiar territory, Finn felt out the straight back and eased himself into the seat. It forced him to sit perfectly upright. Well. Okay.

There wasn't much sense in continuing to grope around the dark like an idiot. If lessons with Menachem had taught him anything, it was that when you found yourself in a dark and unfamiliar place, you looked for light. If you found no light, you waited for light to find you.

Finn scooted his chair closer to the table, folded his hands neatly in front of him, and waited.