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[Attn: Restoration Room]

Immediately after the sand was removed from her clothes, the room around them shifted to a more comfortable setting. She took in the new surroundings, eying the doors behind her interestedly. She also began to hear laughter, which she assumed was the "man" in charge. As she was about to let go of Femaust's hand, he tightened his grip, and, when she examined her hand, she immediately saw the Roman Numerals for 71. Also, as the numbers appeared she heard a male voice enter her mind, sounding the same as Femaust's. She could hear each word explode in her mind, but it did not push one issue out that slightly bugged her. He now knew her ability. Granted, she understood his now, but she did not like it. With all privacy taken away, she wanted to get as far away from everyone in the room as possible. Not even his reassurance of his lips not spilling her ability did not comfort her.

She then let go of his hand and refused to make eye contact with Femaust from then on, though she smiled at him as though it was all alright convincingly. She deduced that, without contact, he could not hear or read her real thoughts. She then gazed at the food, but decided that she would not take anymore chances and refrain from touching it. I have gone longer without food, anyways. she thought to herself, remembering how her parents would neglect feeding her commonly.

Mariah then began to head over to the door, and approached them only, not opening them, yet. She was curious as to what would go on between Iggy and Trick. She listened to what each had to say, and turned to inspect the doors to hide her smile. This is odd material to use for a door, she thought to herself once again, Bone, perhaps? Nevertheless, this gives me enough signs to know not to take these doors. Just as she thought this, her decision was supported by two newcomers who warned them not to go through those doors.

She watched the boy and girl interact, and then stared as the boy sat down and began to stuff his face. What a trusting fellow. She again thought to herself. She then walked more into the center of the room and smiled at them both. "Hello, you two. My name is Mariah," she began, "It seems you enjoy this food well. Have you experienced any side effects after consuming any bit of it?"

[ATTN: Kyrie, Indigo]

While searching for a way out, Rae thought he heard Kyrie make a sound. He turned in that direction and found an opening in the wall, and Kyrie was nowhere to be seen. He hurried over and looked through opening and saw a very disorienting room.

Kyrie was next to a ceiling fan, as if she were on the ceiling. There were various other things in the room, all using different walls as their floors. He turned his head, trying to make sense of the mess, but once again this place defied logic. There didn't appear to be anything dangerous, however, so he jumped in.

He stood next to Kyrie; she seemed to be all right. "It's okay, I'll survive."

She then asked him how many rooms he'd been in. He had stop and think about it for a moment, a lot had happened.

"Let's see... First I woke up in a room with beds. Then I took a door which led out into a courtyard. There I burned some kind of animate black liquid. I then met Femaust and we passed onto a bridge which led out into the sky. We were attacked by harpies, but escaped them. We made it into another room, then I passed through a door there that led me to you and Indigo."

[Attn: Restoration Room]

Femaust wasn't about to keep up with Trick and Iggy's banter style fighting. Just as he went to open his mouth two newcomers burst through one of the doors. Taking a quick step back, both to allow room and to avoid any collision as they seemed to be running from something.

They both soon started arguing, Femaust keeping track of the conversation. Particularly now that he correctly identified the elven magus' protective spell. Her face tattoos where just decorative and not runic at all, allowing him to guess that she used vocal arcana, or possibly focus magic since she did have that purple staff.

The man however warrented more attention, perticularly at this moment. He was sporting several nasty burns and bite marks. A warrior by his armor and weapons, he didn't appear to be sporting any serious wounds otherwise he wouldn't be aruging so much right now. The elf ducks behind the warrior, and that is just before they introduce themselves.

'Corellia and Darian.'thinking them in his head heattempts to memorize them. The people in the room move, and Mariah who was studying the doors asks about the food. 'Easier to withhold it then poison us.'

'At least for right now it seems that they are beginning to accept this room and each other more. Hesitantly but still, progress.'

Slowly walking towards the two, he kneels down before Corellia. With his hands settled on his knees he bows his head subserviantely before speaking.

"As per Protocol: All Human Magus must upon meeting any of the Elvenborn must Identify themselves fully and offer their survices or be marked as renegades. Their Mana to be stripped from their bodies and slain." He practically quotes his masters instruction as his programming compels him, even though he doubts she is from his world.

"I am Femaust 71, a human Sirmacerlum, created by the renegade Retho. I am a Runic Transmutation Magus. I am currently unable to offer my services, should I recover before your departure I am willing to rebuild or repair your equipment if able." As he finishes speaking he lifts his head so he utters these last words while looking at her "Is this Acceptable?"

'Am I never to be free from service Retho? Even after your death I am compelled. Makes it impossible to ever forget, I'm not human.' Despair and sadness entering his heart, the flicker of hope dashed again by his latent programming.

[Attn: Restoration Room]

As she speaks his assumption is confirmed, the bonds of compulsion fading away as she releases him from service. 71 becomes relieved and relaxes.

"Thank you. Those are favors and possible." he answers with a soft voice as he gets back up to his feet. "Are you sure there isn't anything you need made, or him?" he asks just to make sure. She shakes he head and answers in the negative, and doesn't speak for Darian.

"I'm intrigued by what he said, about Rules. New to this whole experience, but can't complain about being alive." he explains to Corellia. "I've got some preparation work to do, as my magic recovers. Saved those two, Trick and Mariah. The other two are Iggy and Alaya. You can feel free to sit with me while I work if you like" He says while casually informing her.

Walking to the fire he removes a few pieces of coal and then settles down next to his backpack and begins to draw a circle around the materials he set out earlier before talking to Mariah. He listens in as the others begin to ask questions and Darian talks. He notices Corellia barrier magic terminate as she dismisses her spell. He feels his mana returning faster then normal, the room aiding it somehow.

{Attn: Indigo, Rae}

As soon as Kyrie thought of the notebook, it appears on the floor. Included with it was a pen and pencil. As she bent down she was pushed on the ground by Indigo. She was pinned under him. She looks at him with a frightened look in her eyes. She watches as fangs appear in his mouth. She starts to breathe rapidly and her heart begins to race. She closes her eyes as she feels his fangs on her neck. She will not show him that she is scared.

Suddenly he is off of her; he shakes his head and yells at her. “Fine, but I thought you said you were fine.” Her voice shaking as she speaks to Indigo. She heals her wound while glaring over at Indigo. She will deal with him later. Now she needs to think of their situation. She picks up the notebook and begins to write.

“OK, so this is what we know so far. All of us started in the same room with the beds. Then we all went down the same hallway. Do either of you remember which door you chose first? I am assuming the yellow barrier that was put on them prevented entry as well as exit.”

When Rae mentioned burning the liquid Kyrie looked up at him. “What do you mean ‘burned the liquid’? What exactly happened? Did the liquid burn or did the room?” She wonders if the overseer has an adversity for fire. “What can you tell me about this Femaust? How did you guys get separated? Do either of you know anything about Zelda or Jason?”

[ATTN: Kyrie, Indigo]

When Indigo launched at Kyrie with his fangs bared, Rae’s body immediately became paralyzed. He couldn’t even think about actually helping her, he was too terrified that he’d be next. Flashbacks of his brothers attacking him played in his mind, causing him to tremble.

An instant later, however, it was over. Rae relaxed slightly, but the thought still nagged at him that Indigo could attack again. He had no idea what had provoked it, though Indigo mentioned something about Kyrie’s blood. Rae edged away a bit, eyeing Indigo warily.

Kyrie seemed to be all right and continued the discussion they’d been having before the interruption. “I entered through the gravel door, which led to the gravel road,” Rae replied, his voice wavering a bit.

“The black liquid was on the ground, and it followed me as I moved, blocking doorways when I approached them and such. I decided to try my fire starter, which you ‘ave seen, and the liquid… It shrieked and retreated when it was burned slightly. It was odd. The area itself did not burn, ‘owever.

I met Femaust shortly afterward, when I saved ‘im from an area below me. ‘e seemed to ‘ave no more knowledge about this place than I did. ‘e was capable of some intriguing magic, I wish I could ‘ave asked ‘im more about it…

Oh, um, we were separated when ‘e was sleeping and I tried the other door in the room. It sucked me in and dumped me on you.”

Rae chuckled a bit in spite of himself. “Jason and Zelda? I cannot say I’ve ‘eard of them. ‘o were they? People you met in ‘ere?”

Rae began to wonder exactly how big this place was. There seemed to be multiple people in here all going through different things, and he hadn’t even met all of them. What even was the purpose of this place?

“And what about you? What rooms ‘ave you gone through?”

{Attn: Indigo, Rae}

Kyrie shakes her head. “No, there were references that another person I met here made. Hmm interesting…So if my conclusion is correct, we each come from different, universes, for lack of a better word.” She narrows her eyes at Indigo. “For I have never heard of an undead parasitic creature, nor have I ever met anyone of your species, Rae. And I have met a lot of alien life forms.” She makes notes in her notebook. “I do not see any common thread either. We seem to each be different.

To answer your question, I took the mahogany door which led me to a room with a scale. It was a puzzle which I solved easily and saved two lives. My second room started out as a puzzle, but turned into a battle. I met Joseph there. He seemed like a normal human who could transform into a completely different creature, a ghost like creature.” She didn’t want to give away his true identity. She touches her necklace as she is talking about the second room.

“Joseph and I got separated in our next room of doom. Laser eyes on doors, and he made a Zelda and the Jason references. He called the eyes beamos. I barely made it out of that room alive. In the end he chose a different door than I.

Oh yes, then the evil puppets of doom room. They were controlled by an evil entity who loves spelling puzzles. Then I met Indigo in a pit stop room. It was nice to get a chance to have a break. Then we were in the room which he destroyed.” She points to Indigo. “Then we met up with you in the box room.”

She scribbles in her notebook some more. “I wonder if the rooms are truly connected, or if our ‘Overseer’ just thinks them up on a whim.” Kyrie looks up. “I would appreciate more rooms where I am not fighting for my life.”

She looks over at Rae and Indigo. “Do have any other observations to add. And how do we get out of this room?"

[ATTN: Kyrie, Indigo]

"Where I'm from, we call them "worlds"," Rae stated. "You can jump from world to world if you know 'ow to make a portal. I assume someone made a series of portals or one strong portal and brought us all to this place, for whatever reason. I 'aven't figured out why yet."

"'Overseer'? Is that who is running this place? What do you know of them?"

Rae was finding that he liked this Kyrie girl. She was very organized and thought things through well. He still didn't trust Indigo, however, and still glanced at him from time to time.

{Attn: Rae, Indigo}

“We have different planets, different galaxies even, and we travel using space ships. And ‘Overseer’ is the handle I gave to the being. I mean these collars didn’t attach themselves to us. I know no more than you do about it.”

Kyrie looks around the room. “I am really getting tired of jumping through the Overseers hoops though.” Kyrie looks at the wall lengthened bookshelf. “I say let’s relax a little and do some reading.” She hops on the sliding ladder, holding onto it tightly. It slides down its track due to her weight.

[ATTN: Restoration Room]

"As I suspected," Trick said, in response to Darian. "Her stars can hardly put up a show without rest, after all," he said, taking another bite of the apple. He hadn't realized how deep his hunger was until he had actually started eating. He finished the apple quickly, chewing it all the way down to the core, and set the core down carefully on the table. He reached out one-handed for the rest of the food - his other hand was still holding his gun at his side, ready for emergency use.

He pulled out one of the chairs and sat down across from Darian. "Let's hear more about these 'rules' then," he said, saying the word 'rules' as if the mere thought of it was painful. "Rule one, you do not talk about fight club?" he said, trying to be funny, feeling it fall flat even as he said it. Of course, most of the people in this room looked like they were from some other world entirely, especially Ms. Elf Mage over there, it wasn't like anyone would get the reference.

[Attn: Restoration Room]

Iggy flinched when the entrance of two beings into the room brought him out of his thoughts. Howl chirped, his small eyes locking on the pair, as Iggy's movement almost dislodged his footing. Iggy missed his chance to say anything to the newcomers, but listened with growing curiousity to the two speak. The man introduced himself as Darian; he was human, and he loomed over the woman, introduced as Corellia; she was an elf with intriguing markings that laced her face.

"My name is Iggy." he had slipped the words in, bowing in his over-the-top fashion once more. It was the proper way to acknowledge someone, after all. If he remembered anything as vibrantly as the night his childhood was engulfed in glorious flames, it would be the decorum that had been carved into his way of conduct as a young boy.

Restoration room? Of course. You can't simply let your dolls wither away to nothing, can you? It would be such an awful waste. he thought. His yellow eyes immediately flicked to the ceiling, as if the one in charge was indeed looking down into a dollhouse. Testing us, are you? Did too many show up for the number of roles in the script? he laughed inwardly as he broke his upward gaze and once more looked at faces of the newest characters.

In silence, he observed the inhabitants of the room as they interacted with eachother. When he overheard Trick referring to the mismatched gang of characters as "stars" and referencing the '"show" they were performing, Iggy had to suppress his laughter. The man called Darian then spoke in a voice that could only be meant to address everyone, a general statement of... rules?

Don't stay in large groups? Don't start fires? Don't cause explosions? Iggy's thoughts were approaching a state of complete discord at an alarming rate. Why, in the name of all things deceased, would breaking the characters apart be of any entertainment value? This is not at all how Acts are to run, directress. Not at all. Unless, you have other ideas? Perhaps.. A more private look into your cast? Is that it? his thoughts were slowly returning to their normal amused and content state. And, the latter... it means.. you don't allow... art? No such thing involving beauty? an unstoppable grin snaked its way onto his face. Try to keep me from my art, directress. You will find that it simply cannot be done. Pain is not a burden to this body, nor a punishment through these eyes.

Iggy approached the table at which the others were sitting, selected a piece of fruit from the mass of food, and held it up to Howl. The bird nipped greedily at the morsel, and a low purr-like noise came from the creature.

"One question, if I may." Iggy said, his eyes on Darian, "Would you happen to know whom it is that is in charge of all of this?"

[Attn: Restoration Room]

Mariah listened to Darian speak as he answered her question in a rude manner. She actually chuckled at his words, not offended at all, as that most likely was not his intent in the first place. He would remind me of Felix if he had reworded his answer a little. she thought to herself smiling.

As she was about to reply, Trick began to speak to him. She decided not to interrupt, watching quietly. As he spoke, she reached gingerly for a slice of watermelon, taking a bite out of it. The watermelon reminded her of her hunger, and she began to munch on it swiftly but delicately, much more elegantly than Darian's way of eating. She was then convinced the woman/man in charge would not poison their food... yet.

She stood there quietly, listening to the rules. All of them seemed very simple enough to follow. Avoiding large groups would be the most enjoyable rule of all. She then began memorizing the rules in her mind, repeating them over and over for safe measure.

As she looked around, the aura around Iggy seemed to swell as though something was wrong. She did not understand what, but she assumed his abilities conflicted with one of the rules. Pushing that out of mind, she watched Iggy compose himself and begin to speak. He asked a very sensible question; one she would like to hear the answer to. She then turned her eyes to Darian, waiting patiently for an answer.

[ATTN: Kyrie, Indigo]

"I see," Rae said after Indigo's explanation. It was odd, but each world was different, he supposed.

He then walked over to where Kyrie was at the bookshelf. Rae loved reading, he'd spent much of his time reading in Unvanter. He was interested to see what kinds of books whoever ran this place would have.

"Toss one to me, would you?" he asked.

{Attn: Rae, Indigo}

Kyrie looks at the massive amount of books as Indigo gets up. He apologizes to her. To which she rolls her eyes, and continues her search. She cannot explain it, but there are a few books that stick out to her. She takes the book off the shelf. “Hey Rae catch. There are some more I need to grab. She pushes herself along the track. She cannot explain it, but she is pulled to some books on the shelf. She grabs a few more books before sliding back to the ceiling..err floor..whatever.

Kyrie loves reading books so she excitedly opens a book. She gets a puzzled look on her face. She looks at the book again. She can read the words, but they don’t make any sense. It is like the words are in the wrong order. She tries holding the book upside down and sideways thinking the gravity may have affected it. She finally shakes her head. “Well I can’t read it, Indigo can you? What about you Rae?”