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The ruling out of a possibility of being a social experiment didn't comfort Wyatt in the least. His dreams involving replicas and clones also didn't make him feel any more comfortable. What the hell was going on here? He had to wonder for a moment if he was even himself, or just another replica. He couldn't focus on that now - he needed the other answers first. Where was this place? What was done to him? Who was that voice? And how did she know his mother was a social experiment?

"I ain't going back to ********' sleep, so why don't you open the door and tell us what's going on?" Wyatt spat at the voice as he pounded on the door. "Stop being a whining b***h and get in here."

Lydia pouted at the door. "Pleeeeeeease tell me the date? I would offer you a cookie but I think I lost my bag....somewhere....on that island maybe."

She couldn't really remember, as it was all about as fuzzy as her limited vision.

Her head pounded momentarily and she had no idea where she was. This meant one thing only to Cee: hangover.

"Fuuuuck.." A toned leg in black leggings wagged slowly from it's opened pod. In contrast to the simplicity of her current outfit, her wagging foot sported a sky high light blue pump. Hands came next, long manicured matching blue nails gripping for balance on the sides of the pod but she seemed to be so petite that assistance may be needed for her feet to hit the ground. "Where am I? Did ******** Stacey do this? That b***h.." She laughed, the profanity said in a playful manner. "She always pulls this kinna s**t."

Concetta heard voices but still was sunken a bit into her seat, waving a hand for assistance that didn't immediately come, she started to yank herself until she vaulted and stumbled out onto the floor.

"Lemme get a aspirin, a blunt and lets get to ordering some chinese.." Apparently regardless of the surroundings, waking up with a headache in a strange place was nothing odd to this woman. Her chocolate eyes lifted through a perfect fringe of dark bangs at the others in the room. Most were boring and unremarkable as she could see but there was a woman with some very nice assets... namely those shoes.

"Hot shoes." She smiled.

"2014!" The woman on the other side screeched. "You're locked in because you aren't supposed to be awake and I don't know what the ******** to do with you and you're creepy! So creepy! You're almost as bad as...!" She cut off abruptly and then continued, voice quiet with terror, "Oh god he's on his way this is terrible I need to go have a pee before he gets here."

"I see!" Lydia stepped back away from the door, smiling to herself as she bent her head down, thinking hard as she tried to figure out if that date held any real significance. It seemed...odd. Wrong somehow, in a way she couldn't quite pinpoint.

She thought about it really, really, reeaaalllly hard.

"OH!" She suddenly exclaimed, whirling towards the others.

"I've been here for nearly a year!At least I think I have." She shouted, then lowered her voice all while she jumped from foot to foot, her unlaced and mud caked hiking boots clomping against the floor. "Wow that is a super long time. Wow wow wooooowww..." She scrunched her eyes up tight, placing an index finger along the side of her face.

"Some experiment, huh? I wonder how long you've all been here!" She suddenly perked back up, giving them all a broad smile. "Maybe even longer then me! Oh I do hope that voice on the other side of the door was talking about the hooded man. He can answer our questions I'm sure!"

She probably wasn't making much sense at all, but didn't seem to realize or care.

Slowly the world goes from blank and black and empty of shape, sound or smell to one that is deep grey all over, lightening until everything is bright and assaulting his senses. From the strange hissing sound to the clammy-oily feeling of air hitting his bare skin to the strange noises and that light!

He wanted it to GTFO, now. It was too bright! Painfully so to his poor, unused eyes; everywhere he looked he saw the shadowy, negative shapes burned (temporarily - he hoped) into his retinas, making it even harder for him to deal with this sudden wakefulness and weirdness. In his mind, his memories, something niggled...something had happened, but the harder he tried to recall just what had happened, the fainter they became. Vague, disconcerting memories...the sense that he had almost been lost...only to be saved - but by who or what?

Within minutes Andy was able to look around without blinking blearily or swearing whole-heartedly at the brightness of the lights, but he still had problems getting his body to do what he wanted it to, not what it thought it wanted. He was like a newly born colt, all wobbly legs and weak knees, stumbling about drunkenly from the cylinder he'd been in. Stretching hugely as he looked around, Andrew noted that the room was pretty basic, if you didn't count the freaky man-sized pods with their even stranger glowing runes that covered them. Most were still sealed, some didn't glow.

He looked back at the cylinder he'd stepped from and noticed that there was something strapped to it.



Andy blinked over and over, even rubbed his eyes to try and clear them -- surely he was still dreaming? But no, that's right...this is where he is supposed to be...it's just kind of creepy, 'cause he's not sure that he - or the others that looked similarly surprised/confused - were supposed to be out and about. So this isn't the past, that's good...probably. Present-time was easier to grasp mentally anyway; he looked around a bit more, regaining his fine motor-control as he inspected the sparse room, trying to not bump into any of the other people. He didn't know them, but he'd introduce himself - as soon as he checked out that big red sign. He didn't bother with trying th door, he watched others do it and noted that it was locked, sealed or otherwise non-functional.

Pods under maintenance, huh? Did they usually wake those sleeping within during maintenance? That didn't seem right but...he had no other explanations. Jordan would have known, or at least not felt as estranged and naked as he did.

Suddenly there was a commotion on the other side of the door, someone wanted them to go back to sleep? Arguing ensued in which he learned it was March 21st, 2014, and the person yelling was on "pod duty"...and really didn't want them awake...but he'd been asleep for quite some time! Jeeeeze!

"Uh...anyone else find this really weird? Like, whoever that is," He nodded toward the sealed door, "keeps saying we're creepy...but I'm finding him creepy. And cryptic."

The door was suddenly opened, ramming into whoever was close to it and then slammed shut again. On the floor was a box of off-brand granola bars and a single bottle of water.