[h3] Map Room~~!! [/h3] [hider=TamTam~~<3!!][img]http://ow.ly/Ke37c[/img][/hider] [color=00aeef]“What the actual eff...?”[/color] she whispered. Tamara Jane rubbed her eyes again before checking that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. Because this was crazy. She had felt her head get smacked and white explosions of pain had woken her. At first, she thought she was in the back of her friends car, most likely Chels' since that chick was all queen bee controlling and had to be the driver, just had to! So most likely, Tam Tam was all passed out and heading home after some stupid party which involved horny football players flirting and feeling up all the chicks again. Most likely at Max Pederson's place... Ewww. Shudder, no really, ewww... But at any rate, most likely Tam Tam had passed out, lulled by the sounds of the radio, the rhythm of the wind shield wipers and the sound of Chelsea and Morgan arguing up front while in the back seats, Diana had an arm draped over Tamara Jane, rocking her friend gently, singing along softly to the words of the song playing on the radio, when the tractor trailer blared out its horn and the bright headlights of a demonic, out of control, on coming SUV glared into Chelsea's cute little red car, and into the faces of four teen girls. They most likely did not even have a chance to scream. When the black monster vehicle plowed right through Chels' cute little red car, the last thing TamTam felt was pain from her head when the force of her being thrown forward into the dashboard of Chels' cute little red car crushed her skull. But no. That did not happen. Because she opened her big blue eyes again and saw what she was actually seeing. It was crazy. TamTam made a small gulping sound to moisten her dry throat. [color=00aeef]“No, like seriously, chick... Wat. Da. Fu--”[/color] She steadied herself as the room lurched again. Pale hands pulled gently at the soft chutes as she knelt, feeling their complete and utter 'realness.' Blue eyes fixated upon some shiny pendulum on some exotic and chaotic table. She was in some kind of messy, madman's plotting and scheming room, she surmised... but some kind of plotting and scheming, leaning and rolling room made with growing shrubbery and surrounding some kind of post shoved through the middle of it?! This was crazy! At first, Tamara Jane thought she might have been abducted by her friend Matty and his con-going, cosplay-loving boyfriend, Amir and she had partied and passed out in the middle of some weird cosplay setup LURPS or wut-evs it was called...? But no. The people around her were way too freaked out to be acting. But that was not the huge tip off. No, the neko kid... he was speaking, but the words she heard did not match the movements of his mouth. And not just TamTam understood, but so did everyone around her. Crazytown up in here, up in here. Then she thought it was a dream because... well... what do you get when you grab: a Les Miserable chick, a Neko, a nerdy-looking dude, a cheerleader and a lumberjack (a freakin' stereotypical lumberjack too! I know, rite!) then stick them in a nature-loving, map happy, plotting and scheming mad man's (or woman!) room made of trees? You get crazy 'realness' because it's not a dream. It's just crazy because Tamara Jane Winstanley does not dream in colour nor does she pick up on the smells. It smelled like craziness in here... a stand-off between [i]Les Mis[/i] and [i]Neko-chan[/i] there, [i]Shrek the Lumberjack[/i] talking with [i]Mister Interlulz[/i], so TamTam decided to stay out of it... but it also smelled of something else... something else that made her heart skip a beat. Something else that made big blue eyes glisten with hope and a wish, so close, oh so close to being fulfilled... Yes, it was crazy but they were on a boat of some kind. The rocking motion... the nailed down table and its maps, inks and X's and free-roaming globes... and the smell... oh the smell of-- [i]Mister Interlulz,[/i] the nerdy-looking-dude opened the door and as the wind blasted in, TamTam stood up and turned towards the direction of the shape of the bright opening, tears streaming down her eyes. Wind ruffled through her neck length black hair, through her half-top jeans jacket and up her white halter top with the cheap knock off rainbow pony print on it. The stuffed bunny slung over her shoulder did not seem to mind the wind; its dark eyes reflected the glint of the single eyed stuffed bear in the column as if giving it a wink. Her baggy blue jeans pulled taut against short, but strong legs and her white sneakers were blown clean of dust. Her exposed mid-riff tightened as she clasped both rainbow fingernail-tipped hands over pink cherry-balmed lips, leaving her big baby blues, now cartoonishly large, peering over said hands. She had never known the smell of the sea-water. Until now. They just had to be on a boat sailing off the coast! It was her ultimate dream to be able to afford plane tickets to the coast and buy cruise tickets for herself and-- [color=00aeef]“I'm so sorry, err'body! So sorry, but TamTam just can't stay here no more, cuz this soooo cray!” [/color]she said in a high-pitched, hysterics borderline sounding voice, [color=00aeef]“No, like really! The shh is bananas! Like, c'mon! 'The actual eff are we all doing here?!! You're all crazy! ...and so am I... but, okay, okay...? I'm soooooo sorry but I need to get out on that deck! I sooo needs to see it! I needs to asee the big wet out there... the water!! And her! She's out there! I sooo knows it!” [/color] Tamara Jane wiped away at her tears as she rushed towards the partially opened door.