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23:30:00
Silent dormitory rooms are lined with bodies--not dead, just sleeping. Throughout the tower it is pitch black and silent. At the base of the tower, countless shining eyes, watching.

23:45:00
The tower hums to life. Lights blink on in one by one; only the dormitory rooms remain dark. A small army of blank-faced humanoids appear and spend the next ten minutes taking various positions around the tower.

23:59:00
An order given. The dormitory room lights blink on.

00:00:00
You are awake.

00:00:30
You can move.


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Re: ROOM 1-07

[diamondcross.livejournal.com]

Then, a step away from leaving the room, she realizes she's without the weight of her ring on her hand. She can't have that, so strides back.

Where is it?

She opens the chest at the foot of the bed she'd been laid on, and finds it right on top of everything else. The trunk contains a few interesting items, including a handgun. That's something strange. Why would their captor leave her a weapon? Her brow creases, and she takes her folded uniform from the pile of clothes, and tucks it under her arm as she loads the gun with a practiced ease. It's all in working order, unmodified and unhurt. But then there's also the matter of this collar...

Her back is turned to Ros, and she does not turn to look her over.

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

Estonia is already on her feet, long blonde hair loose and falling down her back as she looks around the room, trying not to panic. As a result, she just looks cross.

"Who are you all?"

[rangefound.livejournal.com]

"What --" Her voice rasps in her throat, and she swallows hard. "What the hell is going on?"

She's never seen this room or its inhabitants in her life (in her death, she can't stop herself thinking; Juliet killed her). It's a nightmare, it has to be, one last surge of brain chemicals before it's all over.

Her hand flies to the collar around her neck, tugging and fumbling for a clasp.

[diamondcross.livejournal.com]

"Kidnapping," Homura says to the room. "I cannot imagine why or how, but we are here all the same. I am Homura Akemi."

She's nearly done loading the gun. Once she's done, she's off to explore.

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

"I'm Estonia." She pauses, looking appraisingly between Homura and the frantic woman. "Tugging on that probably isn't going to make matters any easier on you, madame, for the record."

[rangefound.livejournal.com]

There's no clasp. Ros lets her hand drop and takes a deep, shuddering breath.

It's a nightmare, but it might be her last chance at something like life. And kidnapping is something she can force herself to deal with.

"Right," she says, and clears her throat. "Any bright ideas thus far?"

[diamondcross.livejournal.com]

"Whoever took us left me a weapon," Homura replies. "Check your trunks, you too may have been left something. If you would excuse me, I'm going." And with long strides Homura leaves the room.

An exit. An exit. She needs to find an exit, and to return home-- the more time she wastes here, the more likely it is that Kyubey may have formed a contract with Madoka. And that can't happen. She can't let that happen.

*late to this party ;3;*

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

She was silent for a while. Busy checking everything in that room. Was it the paranoia of war? Perhaps, but she rather be safe than sorry, and that there may be a clue to their whereabouts, and why this happened, and why there was a collar around their necks. Their trunks already had things from home, and even some items she never thought she would bring with her.

"More than just unusual..."

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

At the mention of a weapon, Estonia moves to her trunk and pulls it open. Everything in there seems useless. And then there's that portrait of her sister... She holds it in her hand for a long while before putting it back and closing the trunk again, not looking up as she speaks

"Akemi might have had the right idea. We should explore. Perhaps formulate a plan to check in with one another with progress. It seems we're all in the same situation."

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps." Vietnam finally turns around to greet the others, normally she would've first, but she was not thinking straight enough. Still, she nods politely,

"I am Vietnam, it is nice to meet you both." It then dawned on her; the bespectacled blonde called herself "Estonia". Vietnam's eyes shot up to study the female much more closely; if it wasn't for the fact that her hair was a little longer, and that she was very much a woman, she might as well been Estonia.

"Did you say you were Estonia?"

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

If Vietnam has ever been mentioned to her, Estonia's quickly forgotten about it. She's on the other side of the world, as far as she's concerned, and Estonia has enough local people and nations to worry about. She simply looks to the dark-haired woman and replies, "I am Estonia, yes. A pleasure, Vietnam, I'm sure."

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

"It's nice to meet you, Estonia." It kept kicking her in the mind, how much this woman looked almost exactly like Estonia. Although, she did say she was Estonia. Actually, this was just confusing, Vietnam might as well spill it.

"The strangest thing is, the Estonia I know is...male. But you have, almost all the same features and mannerisms that he does. Only female. Oh goodness, this made more sense in my head."

[breastonia.livejournal.com]

"That... doesn't entirely make sense, I have to say. Unless some brainless region has adopted Estonia as some sort of personal name and the coincidence is simply a strong one." She tilts her head slightly. "You're a kingdom or something of the like?"