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Outside the Dorms

Liam's head tilted slightly to one side as Caroline answered what she could, or would, but his eyes widened a touch when she mentioned having lived in Delta as well. That was a very odd coincidence. One that Harper had also picked up on. "Yeah, right? His hands were twisting in the over long sleeves of the hoodie he'd grabbed from the room he'd woken up in, and he glanced back at the building he and Harper had come from, then back up at Caroline.

She said not to worry about the voice thing, so he'd try not to, despite the disembodied snickering he could hear faintly.

"I'll help, too." Really, he just didn't want to be on his own. Harper and Caroline, being the first people he'd run into, were the ones he felt a need to stick with. "Where should we go first?"

ALLAN'S ROOM

"Do you know what this means?" Allan looked like he was on the verge of just collapsing again with excitement any second now, still holding his newly discovered weapon. "It means-"

-YOU ARE ALL PART OF MY LEGACY.

And then everyone in the room stopped.

And five sets of sickly green eyes turned to look at Gale.

Life Labs

Eventually, Melvin and Lawrence would wake up outside the lab building, the heads pounding and with a strained soreness in their chests and arms and legs. The last clear memory would be the countdown, the concussive force that hit them. But there would be half remembered glimpses to.

A smiling boy hovering over them, a young, smooth voice reading some stories out loud. Looking down and finding their skin neatly pinned back to reveal ribs and muscle and the gentle beating rhythms of life.

The voices in their heads would have a strain to them, like they'd just been forced to run miles and miles and miles without warning and without rest.

ALLAN'S ROOM


This was bad. This was very, very bad.

"Damn it - " said Gale, hastily stumbling back, and the green was surging, the sickly expression in the faces of those staring at him making his skin crawl.

<< This is not good. >> Jinhai remarked, as the weapon burst into being, Gale swinging it around to try and block the swing of Sherry's spear, another's sword. He was not about to try and hit any of these people, not while they were still teenagers.

"Stop - damn it stop this!"


HP: 58

Al gave Noah a surprised look about a bazillion years later because Sali has the immune system of a rock, that is she has none apparently. Al shook his head at Noah, in case he thought he was up to anything particularly strange. He was just eager to get away from the possible sex dungeon.

With that he slid out behind Noah and hadn't bothered to close the door in case it drew attention to them.

"Which way do we go?" Al asked under his breath

BARRICADE HQ

"No," the teen groused. "There was sort of countdown at that lab building. I got caught in the blast. That dirty guy saved me? I think? And then poured water bottles on me." This was said defensively, lest this other dirty guy come to really really wrong conclusions as to why the boy was still damp.

The offer was met by grim disapproval. "I'm fine. I wouldn't trust you to babysit a fish," he adds. "You probably need watching more than any of us do."

[at the beach]

It had been, all things considered, a rather stressful morning.

Glenda (who went by her middle name, Marie, because Glenda was just so old and she was young and hip and cool) woke up in a strange place, with no makeup, and a chest-of-drawers filled with old women's clothing. It was foggy outside, which added to the touseled blonde's general confusion.

"We ain't in Kansas anymore, Toto," she mumbled, digging through a horrifying pile of granny panties and praying something more suitable would turn up.

What's Kansas?

The voice came seemingly from nowhere. Only crazy people heard voices. She chose to ignore it.

It was at that moment she found something - tucked into the very back corner of a drawer, lonely and forgotten. Yes. This would do nicely.

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Glenda/Marie emerged from the dorm rooms, and nearly froze her grossly underdressed butt off. She could smell salt on the air though, and heard the annoying screeching of seagulls, so she wandered until she managed to find what passed for a beach in this weird, hyper-futuristic retirement home looking thing.

Did her parents send her away to reform school? Was she kidnapped by aliens?

Where am I?? said the unidentifiable voice, chiming in line with her thoughts.

Maybe she was in a commune. I mean, it was 1980. It wasn't unheard of. They'd probably given her some weird drugs. Sure would explain the funny voice.

She made her way to the beach, fiddling with the strange, scaly/hairy ring on her finger. She supposed if she was kidnapped, she didn't have to worry about skipping school - not like she ever did anyways.

As soon as she got close enough to see the water, she threw the weird, gold-trimmed white coat she'd looped over one arm onto the sand and stretched out, determined to catch some rays - or freeze to death. It was awfully cold for a February in Louisiana.