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"No Anders, seriously, this is-" Hawke tried to find the right words. "Well to be honest, I don't know what the ******** this is. It isn't home, it's not Kirkwall, It's not the Free Marches, it's not Fereldan, and I am pretty sure this isn't even Orlais." Arms crossed at the teenager in homemade Cosplay LARP gear looked at the rainbow road. "..............It's kind of like the Fade, but...less misty, more spacey. And not as filled with demons. Or spirits." Grabbing on her companion's arm, Hawke was assuming this was like the time they had eaten food from the questionable hotdog vendor. All she knew was that the hotdog was amazing, and after blacking out for a few, she woke up with Anders and her half asleep in a cardboard box that was drawn to look like a race car.

She blamed Anders for that too.

"......" There were floating castles in the distance however. She was awake..ish judging by the fact she could feel stuff. She also didn't taste anything funny in her mouth and was pretty sure Anders wouldn't have gone and actually have done anything. So while she wanted to blame him, Hawke let him go and sighed. "I will only say this once Anders." If those castle were the Golden City... "If this is the ******** Fade and those Castles are the ******** Golden City don't you ******** dare turn into a ******** darkspawn." It was her way of telling him she would deck him if this was some kind of joke and he had done magic. She saw those bookmarks on his computer. Research indeed.

Apparently people around them were introducing themselves. Eyes flicked over to Anders, a brief show of concern. She was upset and honestly had no idea just what was going on. Still, she was supposed to be Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall. So-

Marching over to the group, the LARPer stood, puffing out her chest. "Sup. Angelica Hawke Jones. I have no ******** idea what is going on but I vote going to those Castles." Her LARP gear jangled as Hawke looked at the rest of them expectantly.

Bela was watching everyone freak out. She shook her head, "I really don't think smashing a wall that keeps us from falling into nothingness is the answer here." She replied to Ricky.

Rolling up her sleeves on an outfit that almost made her look like some Caribbean pirate. "Like in all stories we have to follow this to the end." She watched as the teacher Marienrode commanded for everyone to stay put.

"My dear miss, I hardly think I should be over riding your authority here since you seem to be a teacher... However, This is not the woods. I hardly doubt we'll get lost if we follow the given path." She paused.

"I'm also pretty sure this isn't Little Red Riding Hood. So there are no wolves to eat us." She paused again. She saw a face she recognized right off the spot and moved down the road towards him.

"Oh I remember you~ I had a cat I brought to you once." She smiled as she stopped in front of him looking the vet over. "Steven right?" Bela seemed to nod at this. The rest of the people seemed to be busy freaking out, shouting orders or profanities, or being LARPers? Bela still hadn't figured out if she considered them their own breed of story telling or just something stupid.

Someone was kneeling down next to her. Her ivory-blonde hair ended at her shoulders, and she was looking at her with pale gold eyes. Sheila turned her frightened gaze towards her, another shriek muffled behind her hand. Werewolf! The gold eyes, white hair! She was a werewolf! A werewolf that was... calming her?

Marienrode’s soothing voice encouraged Sheila to take deep breaths and lower her hands. “A... A dream?” Sheila asked her, looking at the teacher for reassurance. “But this isn’t any sort of dream I’ve ever had! Mine are... are... I mean, that is to say, they’re not like this at all.”

Sheila swallowed, nervously twisting the dyed pink streak in her hair around her finger as she thought. “M-miss? How... How long will it be before we wake up? I-I don’t quite like this place. I mean it’s very pretty but I’d like to go home please, there’s a lot of other people here.”

Gilbert Hennessy was not impressed to find that the hot, twenty-something-he-hoped young woman who'd had a pool stick in her hand was no longer leaning in front of him and offering sneak peaks to the night's entertainment. He was annoyed enough to find himself grasping at the air in front of him, brow knit in more than mild consternation, even though there was nothing around except a bunch of underaged kids and space -- endless space.

And rainbow roads.

Had that broad slipped something in his drink?

He thought about it, fingers closing around empty space, and pursed his lips. His heart was settling in his chest and he was no longer filled with a sudden, unquenchable desire (though to be fair, he'd had his mind on a pair of very desirables only moments before) and, all around, he actually felt pretty normal. Well. Except for the fact that he was surrounded by kids.

Some of which were screaming. Jesus.

He went to reach for his badge only to realize that he didn't have it, and he muttered an oath under his breath. Well, that would make all of this seem a lot less legit in a minute, but he hoped his extreme aura of Presence and Command was not too hindered by the fact that he was irritated beyond believe about not getting any booty that night.

"Excuse me!" he shouted. His voice boomed, and not just because he was yelling -- he'd done crowd control a few times back when he was a beat cop, and he knew how to get attention. "Will everyone please be quiet and calm for just a moment?"

He lowered the hands cupped around his mouth, pitching an amiable smile about the... room? ... space room.

"I'm Gilbert Hennessy. Homicide, DCPD. I don't have my badge on me, but I'd appreciate if you'd take my word for it." He bobbed his head, speaking over the top of anyone who was still causing a ruckus. "Are there any other police officers? Emergency personnel? Nurses, fire fighters, doctors? If so, please step forward and join me over here."

As he said this, he began to wave his arms, indicating a space beside him. Hopefully there were a couple other people who had some experience handling crises on hand, anyway.

Mal was finally able to wrench her attention away from infinity, but only because the surrounding crowd was becoming a more pressing and irritating issue. They were understandably upset for a group of strangers stranded in space, but man, they didn't have to be all uppity about it.

She stood, frowning over her lack of shoes. She felt as if shoes might be important in space. Judging by some peoples' lack of clothes, she knew she should consider herself lucky she had on jeans and the shirt she had been wearing for the past two days. And judging by some peoples' choice of clothes, she knew some members of the group should consider themselves more unlucky than the people who didn't have any.

At least she could finally say she knew what a rainbow felt like. Smooth. Surprisingly firm.

Mal looked over everyone, regarding them with a detached sort of amusement. Some of them immediately labeled their surroundings as a dream, but she knew that couldn't be right. If this was a dream, Colin Meloy would be in front of a fire place wearing nothing but his glasses and holding two cosmopolitans and a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

She looked up as a girl [Hawke] in a medieval outfit apparently fashioned out of things she found around her parents basement spoke up with what had to be a completely ironic sense of authority.

"Oh, thank god, you guys," Mal said with a sigh of relief. "Legolas here totally knows what we should be doing. No reason to panic."

Worst dream ever.

In one moment, Jarold was rifling through the open packet of potato chips on his desk with one hand, and furiously typing away with the other, reading glasses perched on his nose. In the other, everything seemed to blur before him and he felt like his chair was yanked underneath him, except that gravity had failed and he was falling up instead of down.

And then it stopped and all the reporter could do was to raise a skeptical eyebrow and stand right up to analyse his surroundings. Apparently he was standing on some rainbow road thing, with many other people around him. "Living in Destiny City and this is the first time I get caught up in this magical s**t." He drawled. "How terribly interesting." And he meant that too. Immediately, he whipped out his phone and then made a new note. 'Have been kidnapped. Could be a hallucination. Or a dream. Loads of people are here too. Why do they want us? Is it a conspiracy? Are we hostages? Who is they? Which side is truly responsible for this? Where the ******** are we, exactly?'

Flannery yanked off her eyemask at the familiar voice. "Shhhhhh!" she said, holding a finger up in front of her lips theatrically. "We've been kidnapped. We can't let our kidnappers know our real names." She paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully at the discarded eyemask in her hands. Red was a good color. Her eyes were red, after all. And it was bright and begged for attention.

"I'll be Red for now," Flannery told Wallace. "And I didn't set this up." And she hadn't. She was excited to find herself in space, since it was really the great unknown. The final frontier. She'd always wanted to explore it. But if it had been up to her, there wouldn't have been any kidnapping. She couldn't explore if she wasn't free.