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Jett’s nausea was the least of his worries. Somewhere in being transferred from the old rainbow road to the new rainbow road—wherever that was—his stomach felt like it had lurched into his throat. He focused on that for a split second—and then his world was pain.

He landed in this new location, hard, on his right shoulder. There was a sickening pop—not one he was entirely unfamiliar with, but not one he was in any way pleased with. He had dislocated his right shoulder once before and recognized the flash of white and the searing hot pain radiating through him. No sound erupted from his throat but he grit his teeth tightly and squeezed his eyes shut until he could bear to open them.

When he did, his vision recalibrated slowly, but the constant waves of burning pain from his shoulder hardly left him soothed. With a grunt, he rolled onto his back as he strained to catch his breath and settle his stomach. His chest was heaving and he reached over to clutch at his upper arm—as if that would ebb the pain. He blinked, staring up into the sky, and it took a vast amount of concentration—and a few long seconds of just lying still before he could even glance around.

He thought he’d been holding onto Raven and Candice enough that they wouldn’t have been separated, but even in his state of fear, he’d vastly underestimated the power of the space whale. He didn’t know where they were—or where he was. No longer gripped by the mortifying hand of fear, he focused on keeping his composure as he tried to identify the people that were here with him. He couldn’t see very well; the corners of his vision were still somewhat blacked and the pain—much as he hated to admit it—was quite debilitating. And Jett knew that it wasn’t going to get any better.

Layton let out a yelp of pain as she smacked back into the rainbow road. The arm with her broken hand (her right one) was now screaming out in pain all the way from the base up. Was her shoulder dislocated? Oh my god, it was dislocated.

With the yellow color slowly seeping out of her, Layton's true timid self took over. She screamed a bit more, and then stopped, tears forming in her eyes as she looked for Callum, or even Felix. "Callum? Callum?!" Where was her brother? Did he ... The whale didn't ...

Layton stayed on the ground on the account of she couldn't move much with her arm screaming in pain. She ... but she had to find her brother. She couldn't do this without him. She just couldn't. There was no way.

With her free hand, Layton adjusted her glasses, of which one lense was now cracked, and looked around. She didn't see anyone that was around her age- in fact, it looked like she was the youngest one here. There was a girl that looked sort of around her age, but Layton was far too timid to ask anyone. She just sat there with a meek sort of fearful look on her face that was becoming far too familiar for her liking.

The whale was too much for Wallace to deal with. Following his failed rescue attempts, he'd resumed his post on the ground, hands over his head, waiting for it all to be over one way or another. That their deaths were imminent was clear, but how were they going to die? Eaten alive and digested by a space whale? Flattened? Or maybe tossed out into space until they suffocated? Each new option was more depressing than the last.

He didn't even notice that he wasn't blue anymore until the whale had blown him, and everyone else away. This was even more terrifying than the whale itself had been. All Wallace could to was keep his hands over his head and hope to land someplace soft.

Rainbows, he learned again, were not soft. Once his head stopped spinning and settled into a gentle throb, he took stock of himself. His glasses were still on his face, probably because he'd been covering it. His swim cap was loose, but still there. His flip flops had flopped off somewhere along the way. The scrape on his elbow was now a nasty looking cut going halfway to his shoulder, bleeding sluggishly on the rainbow ground.

"I'm not paying for cleaning that," he said woozily. "You people must have insurance for this sort of thing."

In true Neso fashion, while the others fail and bruised and injured, he simply... bounced, for lack of a better word. The Senshi of Summer was a tangle of limbs, and then a grinning tangle of limbs. Same old, same old. It seemed like most of the others were not fairing so well, and despite training for camping disasters with some regularity, Neso was ill-prepared to heal any of these wounds.

Crisp, clear eyes flashed to Natalie. "What she said -- is everyone okay?" Jett and Darwin seemed pretty bad, and then there was Layton calling for someone who apparently was not there. All in all, people were being a total bummer.

Neso had taken notice of the Space Whale, but worrying about things like that was really more of the kind of responsibility a more goal-oriented Zodiac might have. Neso just wanted to sit around and braid hair. Instead, he had to chitchat with slimey, bloody people like Wallace, which was actually AOK by him.

"No need, I can cover the bill," he said, grinning stupidly. "I have the technology."

The massively tall boy grinned from ear to ear, clapped his hands together, and then said, "So how about them space whales? Pretty trippy happenings for your first venture out to the Surrounding!" Apparently Neso did not realize that they had all been in peril.

No, Jett was not okay. ‘Okay’ would have been back home, in bed, maybe snacking on something, or watching television—or his personal favorite, sleeping. His eyes were hooded as he stared up into the sky. He wanted to get up, and ask questions—or even open his mouth and respond, but words and energy eluded him for the moment. His stomach was still in knots from the fear, and he was disgusted at himself that he would have ever fallen victim to such emotions. Fear was a natural reaction in human beings, but Jett had scorned all fear—even logical fear—and looked down upon it with cowardice.

His head was spinning as he tried to wrap around what had happened, but at this point, Jett almost didn’t care. When everything seemed like it was ‘okay’, it just got worse. And yet—here was one of those costumed strangers chatting like everything was fine.

…Huh.

It wasn’t like Jett to be depressed or angst, so with a half snarl as he fought against the pain, he lifted his head and glanced around. Of the people there, he recognized several of them but knew only one of them by name.

Well, all be damned. Darwin. A familiar face that he had a name to, but that wasn’t entirely a good thing. Whatever relationship that stood between them was far from friendly, but Jett acknowledged that Darwin had helped him once before, and at the end of the day, it was as close to a ‘friend’ as he had here since everyone else was gone. His head flopped down with a slight groan; his eyes drifted to his shoulder and even though the fabric from his shirt covered it, he could tell by the odd lump that it definitely wasn’t where it should be.

He didn’t like just sitting here, but someone was going to have to jam his shoulder back into place—and he’d rather it not have to do it himself, but thinking about asking for help—or granting someone other than a professional the satisfaction of causing him immense pain—left a bitter taste in his mouth. His lip once more twisted into a sneer and he clenched his teeth. He hadn’t asked for help, but when Marley spoke, it was offered. She was near enough to him that he didn’t feel awkward speaking up as he grumbled in a turse voice, “Can you pop something back into socket or are you too squeamish?”

"Yeah, I kind of figured." Wallace looked around again, confirming his surroundings. "If you can kidnap people from out of nowhere and take them to..." He floundered for a moment. Where exactly was this, anyway? Now that he wasn't wallowing in his own sadness he realized that it probably wasn't actually space. "Well, wherever this is. Where is it, anyway?" The fact that he didn't know bothered him even more than his injuries, dizziness, or lack of proper clothing. The fact that he was talking to a guy who was barely more dressed than he was helped matters some. Until he started to wonder what kind of guy would willingly walk around dressed like that.

Performers would, depending on the performance. Extremely promiscuous men. Some sort of foreign royalty from someplace very warm. Or, most likely, terrorists. Wallace opened his mouth again, then shut it. What were you supposed to say to the terrorist that kidnapped you, anyway? Maybe he had already ensured his own death by being insolent. "Oh my god I'm sorry please don't kill me!" he squeaked, backing away as fast as he could, and knocking into a few people on his way.

Really? Roxy arched a brow at the very yellow suited soldier who was supposed to be ... protecting them? What was he supposed to be doing anyways? Right now he was making jokes and not being very helpful. Marley seemed to be trying to make good use of herself but right now the blonde was thinking the male blonde might be the better option.

"Frankly your pet whales suck," she replied. Her pun went unnoticed from her wince of pain from trying to get up while she spoke as calmly as she could to Neso. She held her side with her free hand, realizing she was not getting up right now.

"Look," she took a deep breath trying to subdue the pain that trying to get up had produced, "I will give you a list of every gay guy at my school, even the ones who are still in the closet, if you get me and Blue over there," she pointed to Wallace with her bedazzler while ignoring what he was saying at the moment, "out of here."

Virgo had mentioned earlier that one senshi person wasn't able to teleport so many at one time. But now they were fewer in one area, having been separated and now even more injured in the process. Home was really looking nice right now. Though... that castle in the distance also looked rather nice.