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A nurse! Good, thank God, excellent. He had basic CPR training, but it was nice to have someone else who could tell his head from his a*****e in a situation like this. Well, presumably.

Offering a friendly smile toward Steven, Gilbert gestured to himself and called out, "Come over here! Excellent. Any other medical professionals? Anyone with emergency training? Leadership training? Teachers, parents?"

He was trying to set up some kind of command unit that would separate all the hormone-driven teenagers and keep them from gnawing each other's faces off before they figured out what the hell was going on, but if it was just going to be him and Stutter over there, he might as well consider himself going it alone. Maybe he was grasping at straws, but it was better than nothing.

Felix Blanc had been hunched over his desk, diligently scribbling down notes as he read through his textbook, but now the befuddled college student found himself in the middle of a massive crowd of strangers. Eyebrows furrowed, he stared at his empty palms. One hand carefully closed as if to confirm that yes—his pencil and books were no longer with him. His gaze looked past his hands and gawked. Rainbows? Rainbows were images created when the light hit droplets of water in the atmosphere. Or products artificially colored to appeal to its audience.

“Is this a dream?” he wondered, cautiously pinching his arm and wincing at the dull pain. To Felix’s dismay, nothing changed. “This is real?” His mind wanted to adamantly reject everything around him. If he was seeing right, he was in space, along with a sea of strangers. However, he couldn’t deny the fact that he was awake. He heard a girl (Felicia) mumble about dreams and he turned his head toward her. “I wish, but at the moment this appears to be real.”

Nearby he heard someone (Gilbert) shout for emergency personnel. “I highly doubt you’ll be able to properly organize a group of this size without, say, a megaphone or something to stand on to grab people’s attention.” He raised his voice in an attempt to be heard above the crowd. "A valiant attempt, though."

Darwin was smart enough to get that Raven was playing some sort of game with Jett, though he didn’t get what or why. He figured it was typical cheerleader nonsense, and as long as that arm around his waist didn’t try to squeeze him in half then he figured he could play oblivious. At least, that had been his plan until Raven directly addressed him. Then, for safety’s sake, he figured he best play along.

“ Uh… sure.” It sounded more like a question though.

And then Molly was screeching again and slapping the one part of this whole crazy scenario that wasn’t, well crazy. Not that Mary was normal, but- oh, whatever.

Darwin’s bushy eyebrows drew together as he frowned at Molly’s retreating back. At last, the harpy was going away. Jett was still around though, and Darwin couldn’t think of a decent response to all the nonsense spewing out of his mouth – it’s not like he asked Raven to kiss him – so he just stared at the boy blankly until he too left.

Shaking his head, he looked back at Mary.

“ I still blame this on the squirrels.”

Mal quirked an eyebrow at Hawke, only to unquirk it and give a shrug. She could certainly fault whatever force had brought them all together for sticking her with a few pasty-faced Lord of the Ring-rejects, but she couldn't fault said rejects for just being themselves. Or other people, as it were. At least they remained committed to the whole sword and sorcery act in the face of such dire circumstances. That was kind of admirable, right?

Looking around, the other members of the group didn't fare much better as sparkling examples of DC citizenry. The group of teenagers looked especially worrisome, where an apparent spat had resulted in a kiss. Mal had been so over high school when she had actually been in high school.

Mal reached into her back pocket, fishing out her lighter and a crumpled pack of cigarettes. She tapped the box against her palm, regarding the spires in the distance with interest. "Maybe you're onto something, Gimli," she said to Hawke, pulling out the smoke she had popped free with her teeth. The LARPer - a term Mal was loathe to use, even mentally - was the only one offering a suggestion that didn't come in a patronizingly maternal tone or from a cop, so Mal was inclined to listen to her.

She slid the box back into her pocket and raised her lighter to the cigarette's tip. She was about to spark a flame when she suddenly stopped. She starred out at the stars. Didn't fire need oxygen? Wasn't there no oxygen in space? How were they all breathing? What the <******** were they doing on a rainbow in space?

Mal lowered her lighter, disparate thoughts jangling around the fog in her head. She was still incredibly high and incredibly hungry, and the absence of her snack filled pantry filled her with as much dread as the thought of never seeing her friends and family again did.

Raven felt her knees threaten to give out when Jett's lips graced her cheek. She took in a deep breath, then squeezed Darwin a little tighter for support, waiting until Jett had taken a few steps away.

What the hell. Here she was, in the company of two nerds, one who...clearly had a slightly awesome bit in her from slapping Molly, and one, who she had already made out with, and was now clinging to.

Huh. She was somewhere over the rainbow, all right.

The girl shook her head, then sighed, seeming almost unwilling to release Darwin's waist, but did so, then sat down. "So...That was...so many levels of strange...Why don't we try to figure out where we are and what's going on now, also, Dar? Do you mind if I call you Dar?"

She hesitated for a good long moment, looking him over. "If you did something with your hair and eyebrows, you'd be rather attractive. And, Agrabah, (Mary) nice b***h slapping. I approve."

“Do you think I’d let some girl hit me and not repay her the favor? Forgive me, but chivalry is dead,” he shrugged. “…Besides, she’s half crazed anyway. I take it from your ramblings that you’ve never met Darwin in your life, hmm? Raven sure moves fast,” he said, a slow smirk growing on his face. He didn’t bother to glance back at Raven; he hoped it was worth it for her to kiss that boy. He hoped she was enjoying her lie.

Still, he really didn’t care. Raven was a friendly face in an uncomfortable environment, and if she’d rather be with some clearly deranged strangers, let her. He wasn’t her caretaker—hell, he was hardly even her friend.

He had glanced around and once more assessed the groups of people that seemed to be forming; everyone was slowly making their own numbers, and he decided that if he wasn’t going to keep Raven by his side, it might as well be her snobby, crybaby friend. “I’m Jett,” he said, holding out a hand for Molly. “What did you say your name was?”