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Evan nodded to Keaira. "I'm Evan... and I doubt it will be that grand. It might be interesting though." Evan looked around at the rest of the group, who were busy arguing about the state of the world, and their location. "... thinking about all this makes my head hurt... what do you guys want to do? Its odd that we're on an island, and our situation seems to be unusual, but..." Evan furrowed his brow as he considered some things, before continuing in his usual low/quiet voice. "Isn't the more important question what we're going to do now? We're here. That's all that matters. We should probably focus on our training, or what ever Father has got us doing before we get any grandiose ideas of our place in the world, or the situation in general. It's not like we have anything to go on besides circumstance and speculation anyways..."

With that, Evan headed back to his room and looked through his possessions in the drawers. ... Sports magazines... a small (if heavily reinforced against puncturing) football... Interesting. He saw a small bottle of green tinted water at the back and, suddenly struck by hunger and thirst, started to drink from it. For some reason it helped both his thirst and his hunger pangs, though he thought that water should logically not do anything for the hunger part.