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What, did the kid expect him to pull a megaphone out of his a** and start broadcasting around the crowd? Of course he wasn't going to be able to get the attention (or compliance) of everyone around him by simply shouting, but he couldn't just sit back and let all hell break loose. He was pretty sure he could lose his job for s**t like that, like if nurses didn't stop at the scene of an accident and help out the injured. Either way, he wasn't going to be standing on a narrow strip of rainbow when this s**t degenerated into mob mentality and kids started beating each other to death.

Ignoring Felix's quip, he gazed at the apparent storyteller for a moment before offering her a slight smile. Storyteller was... well, absolutely nothing that he had asked for, but at least she was listening. Maybe she could be useful. Hell, he'd find a way for her to be useful.

"Awesome. Since you don't have any medical training, if you could just... try to step in and keep the kids from killing each other somewhere, that'd be great." He was still waiting for the nurse to get over to where he was, but until then, he was realizing he had very little to work with.

Marienrode was present, which was weird and a little jarring -- actually recognizing someone aside from those dumbass kids was kind of depressing, too -- but the pickings were slim. She seemed busy just then, though, so he merely inclined his head to her and glanced around one last time to see if anyone else was stepping forward. Nope.

Raven didn’t squeal in disgust at the first opportunity or shove him away, which was… unexpected. Kinda nice, actually. She even tried to offer him some advice in a non-mocking way, even if he thought said advice was wrong. It was for that reason he attempted to explain himself.

“ If I did that, people would like my hair gel and tweezers.” Did that make sense? Darwin thought it did, but he added, “ My friends like me, not hair gel.”

There. A long explanation, but Darwin supposed it was best to be thorough and grasp the olive branch, so to speak.

“ And Dar is fine.” Not that anyone called him called him that, but he didn’t care. At least it was better then “Dork Face.”

“ Squirrels are numerous and fly under the radar.” Darwin said to Mary, nodding sagely. “ Ever read ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide?’ They’re the mice.”

As for coming up with ideas, Darwin shrugged. “ Drugs, dreams, magic, aliens, squirrels; take your pick.”

Jett shook Molly's hand and considered her request for a moment before he shrugged. Forgive? He could pretend. Forget? Not likely. He could use his logic to determine that she was under gread duress and didn't have control over her emotions, but that didn't really make him think too highly of her, either. She was apologizing, but her actions hadn't been that bad, so he decided to let it slide.

Dropping her hand after they'd had their shake, Jett seemed far more complacent now. Not that he'd worn himself out or anything, but he was really wishing that someone had some idea of what was going on that didn't involve mass kidnapping or alien abductions.

"Molly. That's kind of a cute name," he mused. It wasn't; he didn't really think names had the potential to be 'cute'. His eyes wandered up to the stars; the night sky wasn't something he often saw in the brightly lit city, and for as haughty as Jett could be, he could appreciate the sight--even if it was just because it was a nice break from all the colors of the rainbow road. His eyes drifted down to the girl again and he took in her appearance for the first time, engraving her face in his mind.

"I don't recognize too many people from around here. Raven, I went to high school with. I assume you know her. What were you doing before you got here?" he asked, trying to make sense--at the very least--of how they had arrived.

Bela nodded as Gilbert told her to help make sure the kids didn't kill each other, "Aye-Aye Captain." She couldn't help it, she was still in her pirate costume after all.

She was looking around to see which group seemed most likely to kill each other first. Pausing at the 'popular' kids, giving an owlish blink before sighing. Yup poplular kids and nerds... she frowned honestly hoping they weren't going to kill each other because she never was in good graces with the cheerleaders in high school.

Bela was making sure that was the only group that could potentially have problems... She wasn't bothering the LARPers, they were well enough on their own and she figured they could hold their own without killing each other when in a situation like this, at least she hoped they could.

((OoC note: I'm out for the night it's 3am. Sorry folks.))

Hawke suddenly realized who was there. And just who was trying to organize them. Turning to face him, the 16 year old armed with a sword made of Styrofoam, PVC pipe and ducttape, knew the man called Gilbert. However, in-character he wasn't Gilbert. Or even Officer Gilbert. He was Templar Gilbert. The one who chased her group from the Gallows or sent them to the Hanged Man when battles got messy. Okay not really. He'd only really bugged them once. But when you were 16 years old, and a cop was telling you he was going to call your parents...

Either way, Hawke stood and faced him. "Templar Gilbert." She smiled. "I am happy to inform you tonight we are not loitering or causing a noise disturbance?" She let a nervous chuckle. Many times they had been threatened to leave the parK or risk being brought home by patrol car for breaking curfew. Gilbert once. Others? A few times. Still, Cops were like templars. She didn't want to tango with them.
"Anders and I are off to the Golden City." She smiled at her friend. "Right Anders?" Hawke was wearing her, 'Oh god we are so under leveled for this ******** flee' face.

Kes had been about to go fly Pepper, a harris hawk with an attitude. She adored him though no matter how many times he made her bleed with those talons, she adored the bird. However she never got to his enclosure and instead there she was on a bloody rainbow road, dressed all ready to take Pepper out flying, the falconry glove on her hand and bits of mice in her pocket. She probably looked odd, especially as she had the rear end plus tail of a mouse in the glove that she had on. She was always ready before she got to the enclosures.

To say this was all weird was an understatement of the century. There were quite a few people here and they were in space. They were in ******** space. Kes looked round and just shook her head in disbelief, it made no sense, none at all.

She listened as a few people introduced herself and was surprised by the theme of names going on. Part of her wondered whether it would be worth thinking up another name just so it didn't seem creepy but then if anyone asked she would just be Kes. She never let anyone really call her Kestrel it just didn't seem right for some reason.

She shoved the bit of mouse in her pocket and took the glove off, shoving half of it in her jeans pocket, the other half just hanging out. She pushed her hair behind her ears and then headed over towards the others, feeling slightly queasy. She had never really had a fear of heights before but then this was something entirely different.

"This is some kind of trick. It has to be a trick." Holiday "Holi" Jones noted into the hands she had clasped over her face. Apparently this was supposed to help keep her from hyperventilating... or sobbing with hysteria, which is what she really really felt like doing.

One minute she'd been in her kitchen, carefully dipping the bodies of would be marzipan mice into melted chocolate, the next she was... oh God she was sure she'd dropped the chocolate mouse on the kitchen floor, and her dipping tool. There would be chocolate everywhere! Maybe she was dead. Waking up had felt awful enough... but she couldn't figure out WHY. It was horribly unfair, she was perfectly healthy. Anyway she'd never heard anything about the afterlife including rainbow roads and stars and distant castles. Did that mean she was screwed?

Oh god what if she'd developed a sudden crippling chocolate allergy and was lying on her kitchen floor like the chocolate mouse doing... whatever one did when you went into anifa... ana.... alergic shock.

It was a very small comfort that no one else seemed to know what was going on, though some of the reactions made her debate if she should start laughing instead of sobbing, or both. A Dream? A GAME? The technology didn't -exist- for this sort of game. It was more likely that they'd been kidnapped and were drugged out of their minds, but shared halucinations? She didn't know any precident for that either, and as best as she could tell, everyone from the ones who were acting like this was a fantastic game, to the adult calling to try and organize any emergency personel (There was a reasonable sort at least), seemed, SEEMED to be experiencing the same thing.

"******** I'm going completely crazy." She swore, blinking back the burning sensation of tears at the corners of her eyes. "I want to go hooommmmmeeeee."

She felt like a five year old saying it, but it was true, no matter how much she hated it. She didn't know where she was, she couldn't think of anything to rationalize this, and this should not exist. There were no magical castles in space. They should be dying horribly in the vacuum of space.... not... that she wanted to do that... but it was what should, rightfully be happening if this wasn't some kind of amazing elaborate construct with technology she'd never heard of. Maybe it was a warehouse somewhere. Yes. A werehouse. That was it...