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"Good point," E-Two admitted, rolling his lurid pink jacket up and placing it in his backpack.

The question about friendly fire made him laugh a little inside-- his response was to tap his goggles.

"All our accessories are pink-- but a huge pink jacket is going to be a lot more of a target than our goggles. And I doubt the jackets-- or your leg warmers," E-Two paused to look down at the more feminine mole people's legs, "offer any protection? E-Seven has the right of it, we better keep them with us, especially if they prove useful. Or important... we don't know really anything here."

Standing up, E-Two brushed aside the tent flap.

"Great. Corn."

(You're welcome LP. ^^ )

ε III nodded again while people spoke back and forth across the tent. ε VIII had some good ideas involving the pink fabric draped on the men. Unfortunately the girls probably didn't have such a option of taking off their pink, as it seemd it was probably attached to their gauntlets. And taking off those would leave their hands unguarded, it seemed. It was probably the same with the lower leg areas on their armor. Hmm, a lot of 'probably's, but ε III didn't want to risk taking off her armor. Perhaps in a bit she'd try.

It was good to see they had more than just knives and a mace for weapons. A long range weapon would probably be a blessing in a place like this. But it seemed ε III was still the only potential healer. She wasn't sure if this alarmed her or not. Perhaps if there was another healer, they'd have a better chance of survival.

"I agree with ε VIII on the scouting matter. Some will need to stay with those who haven't woken yet." She said with a nod. Right after that, she heard someone mention corn. "Corn?" She asked curiously, turning to look at the boy and the opened flap.

And corn there was. Fields upon fields of the stuff. "Well, this certainly has a bit of a horror-film feel to it." She murmured aloud.

[ε XI :: ENTERING :: ε home base]

She sat up in bed. That she was indeed a she was one of the few things ε XI was certain of. The rest was all a blank. "W-where...?" she didn't bother to finish her half-whispered question, since she wasn't asking anyone but herself anyway. There were plenty of others in the room she might ask later, all wearing the same gas mask she realized she was still wearing. Then that dream was real? It must have been, since she was here now, right? And it didn't seem there was anything that came before, or was there? She couldn't remember.

All this while, she watched the others take medkits and bags designated to them and chat about the oddity of their situation, not to mention their names. She wondered what number showed on her mask and what kind of weapon she might find in her bag, but she didn't get up just yet. It was still too strange.

She listened to her own breathing and found it quite loud, though less labored before, in that dream she was beginning to doubt was a dream. She brought up a gloved hand and looked closely at it. She wondered what her skin looked like underneath. What was the color of her hair. She thought hard and tried to remember what she had been before this place. Was she still that?

Finally she stood up and walked over to the closest table, which happened to be the one with neither the medkits or the bags, and looked down. It was a map with five locations written across it, none of them familiar.

ε XI whirled around at the sudden question about corn. "Well, I believe the corn would be a reference to the cornfield on this map?" she said with a bit of uncertainty. She read the number off the mask for the loud one and saw that she was ε X. "Hello, Epsilon Ten." She extended her hand in greeting. "I'm... well... I don't know."

"Map?" She blinked, taking the hand of the person speaking to her and giving it a shake. Epsilon Ten? Weird name, but whatever. How did this other person not know who they were? She gave them a once-over and spotted the number on their mask, tilting her head a bit. "You're...er...eleven, I think? That's what ex-eye means, right? Was never good at that stuff...I think?" Whatever. She put the gun away and walked over to the map Epsilon Eleven was talking about, peering down at it. What a boring map! The other person was right; there was nothing helpful on this map. It wasn't even a very good map!

So they were in the cornfield? "Heh...so we're the Children of the Corn. Oooooooh~!" She wiggled her hands and fingers to make a gesture of ominous mysteriousness...or something. E-Ten proceeded to laugh and wander around the tent, looking over all the first aid kits even if she'd only be taking one of them. Huh? Something was vibrating. What the hell? She felt around until she found what was vibrating, a cell phone! Cool! Oh, someone sent her some texts.

Blahblahblah, nap, blahblah group...

KILLED?! What?! "What the hell is this place? We're going to die?!"

"Indeed." So she was ε XI.

"Only thirteen survivors?" she asked a little warily. Since there were thirteen cots, she surmised that at least one of the other areas, if not all, contained similar groups like this one. It was then that the phone in a pouch on her armor finally rang.

She took the phone out and looked at it. Sure enough, only thirteen survivors.. or else. "Oh. Oh dear." How on Earth could she have agreed to something like this in the first place? There must have been some sort of mistake. It wasn't that she felt she couldn't emotionally or morally participate in this sort of... whatever this was. How could she possibly... She eyed the table where the weapons were and chose her bag and looking inside, found... a wooden stake? What an odd weapon. What was she supposed to be fighting? Vampires?

Since it was beginning to become obvious she was going to need it, she picked up one of the medkits from the table too.

Seven pondered, as others woke up and others still seemed restless. He frowned as Two brushed aside the tent flap to show that they were in a corn field. "Iunno... the sky isn't green is it?" He asked curiously thinking about something that said green sky meaning there was a possible twister.

"Sounds like the place for bad weather." He chuckled "Oh that's true." He reluctantly pulled off the cape and put it in his bag where it easy to keep. He chuckled when four said something about vampires. "This is a right real fix we're in."

Ten waking up caused Seven to glance in that direction... lofting an unseen brow at the girl screaming. "Same person that put us in it I suppose." It was a logical answer wasn't it?

Seven was looking around. "Well... do you think if one of us was able to get a higher view point we could figure out where the lighthouse might be?" Lifting a hand up to rub the back of his head were they even in a position that was possible.