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[to the beach!]

Despite the odd shadow filled dream, waking up hadn't been too jarring. It was what his eyes opened to that was. The posters were all wrong, as was the decor - or lack there of, there should have been way more - and the walls seemed to be made of stone while the door wasn't even a door.

Milo's first thoughts about where he was had varied; most of them him accidentally having gotten somewhere he shouldn't to him being moved to the mainland without his knowledge into some kind of slum he had been warned about.

None of that had seemed logical and the voice that chimed in every so often in its own confusion didn't help at all.

Less of it made sense when he found the conveniently placed stack of magazines on a sad little nighstand by the bed. The dates were off and the marketed super heroes were not familiar. With the magazine in hand, the now teenager grabbed at the first clothes that seemed like upper body garments and made for the door.

Now Milo was standing at the beach, toes deep in sand and a weird looking white coat draped around his shoulders (it wasn't a sweatshirt) and away from the rest of the chaos apparently. It seemed like he was on an island but not his. It was still humid, familiar temperatures but there was so much fog.

What was with the date on this magazine? Why did he wake up in a dungeon? Why did this seem like one of those weird time travel episodes like in Power Rangers? (Haha, that was crazy.... who made alterations to television shows?)

"I have no idea what's going on."

< Whats a power rangers....? >

Deus Dormitories - Kyle (15)

Kyle had a bad feeling that Matt was not going to take kindly to his question about whether he could recall anything happening between them in bed. Despite bracing himself for the older teen's reaction, he found himself cringing at the outburst as Matt ignored the peace offering of the blanket and glared at him as if he was the most worthless scum on the planet. What the hell was his problem anyway? Was he PMS-ing or did a bug manage to crawl into his a** and die in there? What the ******** did he do to deserve his wrath?

With a huff, he tossed the blankets aside, stood up and crossed over to tug open another set of closet doors, his eyes glaring icily at Matt the entire time. "You think that you're the only one who wants to get out of here?" Pulling out a pair of jeans and a polo shirt from one of the drawers, he began to put them on.

"Oh I get it... you're the kind of person who thinks that only your own opinions matter and that the rest of the world exists to heed to your every beck and call. Fine. I can work with that."

Dorm Room - Matt (16)

His brow twitched as he watched Kyle becoming irked, pulling back the blankets and striding angrily towards him. Matt curled his fist waiting, even if he was a bit surprised that he had some gall to stand naked in front of him after raising such a fuss previously, it didn’t mean the he would or would not hit him out of anger. Instead he yanked the closet door open before snapping words at him and pulling out clothes to get dressed.

“Tch…for a moment there I thought I was the only one going to leave while you sat there whining over something I didn’t do all the while accusing me of doing it.” He shot him a glare of his own closing both doors on the closet before going to the dresser to pull out essentials of gym pants, shirt, socks and others. They were big but nothing that couldn’t be dealt with as he put them on and found some shoes off to the side in his size. Then he started to go through the rest of the drawers, shoving a few things around looking for anything useful.

A few granola bars, a small medikit and other than a few scalpels there wasn’t anything weapon like or helpful. Shoving them into a bag he headed to the door putting his hand on the knob twisting it to see if it was locked or not.

No, so far good.

Looking over his shoulder Matt scowled in the other’s direction. “Work with whatever the hell you want, or just ******** stay here and rot I don’t really care.”

Noah had a point, one Al could no longer find any arguments against. "Fine," he conceded. "But where are we going to find food in a place like this? It looks like a lot of doors here."

Al still checked his clothes because they did just find them and you never know... unfortunately the search did not find any money. All he found was a scrap piece of paper in one of the pockets. It was a little worn and crumpled and simply had 'love u' written on it in what looked suspiciously like his own handwriting. "Well, we were kidnapped, so... maybe it doesn't matter if we have money?" He did show Noah the note in case he had any ideas. "s**t just gets creepier and weirder."

Al's eyebrows softened a little at Noah who seemed to decide to panic just a little and then very clearly wilt. He tried to be very careful not to come across as too forward while attempting to pat Noah on the back. "Hey you know hotels better than me it seems, where would that sorta s**t usually be at?"

"Let's do that!" Al intentionally had a perkiness to his tone. Noah at least had ideas, Al hadn't any of his own. "You think they have crisps too?"

Al followed closely and eagerly behind Noah. But hopefully not too closely for Noah's liking.