"Gah!" yelped Lucille at being poked. She whirled to face whoever had done it but there was nothing in visible light, just a large blob of infrared. Wondering if she was hallucinating, she backed away with a trembling lower lip. The missed dosage and the unique situation worked together to create an absolutely apocalyptic scenario in her mind, and before Lucille knew it her breath was coming far too fast.

Her wide panicked eyes fluttered this way and that. Her stare bore into Chris again for a few moments but quickly moved on to Willow. Back to Chris. Back to Willow. Then to Connor, and her eyes stayed on him even as her chest heaved.

Slowly the gravity of the situation became apparent to Connor as he sunk to the floor in his corner, his back sliding down the wall until he came to a gentle stop, he was in alone in a room with other patients, ones with actual problems. How many of these people are dangerous. He thought, sullenly clasping his hands in front of himself, he didn't look forward to being hurt and inevitably hurting others, but time had made him accustomed to both.

"You have 1 hour, Project #456. This is your organiser speaking. You should know my name only as Darwin. Comply, make your teams, but whatever you do, DO NOT attack each other, or you will be forcedly removed. Do not try and override. This is standard precautionary."

Connor tensed up as the announcement came over the P.A. system, his brow knitted in a frown, as he mulled over the words. Teaming up with these people was not something he necessarily wanted to do, who knew when one would snap or melt down into an unintelligible mess, and he really didn't need the problems of someone else weighing him down in a place like this.

Bringing in his knees close to his chest he continued to watch from his corner of the room, staring intently at the others through a curtain of unkempt hair, hoping to god he went unnoticed by these people. Yet no such luck was with him as his eyes met with a red haired girl, who looked to be in distress, holding her gaze in fear of what would happen were he to look away.

Lester noticed the others interactions, some with staring or laughing but a couple seemed well able to carry a conversation. There were a couple others who seemed to know each other already having heard a name called out and one finding the other seeming to gain some small comfort from it. However the two newest entrants seemed a bit different what with one retreating to a solitary corner and the other gazing around as if looking for something. The room was a buzz of activity and having been alone for awhile it was slightly disconcerting to Lester who generally had no want to speak with anyone, though scientists and guards had been the only ones well able to listen then which left him unwilling indulge them.

Maybe conversing would help to ease this discomfort. He thought done observing for the most part as it seemed most if not all had arrived.

When the speakers spewed out they're drivel Lester had to admit it was something of a surprise that the scientists expected a group of experiments not all of which were sane to make orderly groups. It was a baffling proposition really but nothing to do but follow or have the Riders intervene to dish out punishment. With a sigh Lester moved from his corner to moved amongst the crowd trying to better make sense of who was more stable, there was little want for a less than sane human annoying him or worse provoking him. It dawned on him that he counted one more person in the room though maybe the other was just out of sight momentarily and if so it wasn't a worry. He decided on the blind one as a good starting point seeing as no one else currently engage him.

"This mess is entirely unnecessary. So many unstable minds in here that I think some of us will have to arrange the rest of the humans into the groups." Lester said deciding to make his presence known but wanting to convey his thought to someone who might understand as well.

His being in a human guise would probably be a point of confusion but honestly there was little to be done about it as he would rather not upset the others directly. However, gathering up the more intelligent of the bunch to take lead would be helpful as Lester knew one person trying to take control would be contested.

Eleen O'Lair
@Irisity@Satsuki

A voice comes seemingly directly into the back of Eleen's head. She looks behind her, then back at the girl who has an obnoxious smile on her face. Her lips had not moved. Has she had experiments too?...Then, that was her adaptation? Eleen's thought could not compete with her want for this girl, so a smile creeps up onto her face and she gives a slight nod. Next one. The girl with browny-black hair. Who paced up and down. Oh yes. Eleen gives a slight look at Willow as if to say, I'll be back in a minute, and heads off in Michelle's direction. She bops her head at Michelle and waits for her response.

The room had exploded with activity but what mattered at the moment was the hand that was out stretched before her. Kane was a name that wasn't exactly one that promoted trust....Wait It must be the game, perhaps he wished to play rock paper scissors? No, even if she where delusional that was a stretch in any reality. He wants to greet her formally, but that is a man thing is it not?

Her hand started to reach for Kane's trembling with obvious trepidation. When the shy one called out and then suggested that they where a couple her hand recoiled and her face blushed. Touching her models is obviously unacceptable at least till she had a canvas. Wait the shy guy called out! HE is not shy! He is obviously a shade of green like Kane! They are deceivers, tricking people with words and laughter. Tricksters are fun though, it is like Peter Pan....

"I will let you get back to the not so shy guy, But worry not I will offer you a proper curtsy." Even though it was far from a dress she bowed slightly and pulled at the legs of her pants, as close as one can get to a proper curtsy considering the situation. As she stood it was with a victorious "Ha!" She was not about to be tricked yet, only Men handshake!

She turned and skipped away from Kane she had neglected the quite girl that came with the scarred one. Clearly her color needs to be determined, along with the strange men. So many paintings to doooooooooooo.

"Urk?" Wait how many siblings where here? She was pretty sure they had not been so plentiful right? It is not like they could be multiplying, wait rather than a shattered spectrum would it have been better for black and white, similar to bunnies! Thanks to these Important thoughts and the victory over the tricksters she had forgotten the fact that she was supposed to find a team for the game. Though when it comes to art, the world can wait.

Her mental image of the sibling got really clear, it was like one of their faces had been right in front of "VAN GOD IN HEAVEN." Her brain caught itself up with her vision instead of her mental wonder just in time to dodge a face first introduction with the other girl. However her posterior had become very acquainted with the ground. Her eyes once again brimmed with water, she arose to greet the siblng but was using a hand to rub her ruffled rump.

"Well Hi!"

@Tip@Burningcold@Inertia[@any character that takes notice]

@Inertia Kane stood there for a moment, dumbstruck at this girl's strangeness. Then he began to chuckle to himself as he turned towards Christopher. Kane ceased laughing and looked at Christopher with his signature lazy smile. He had to be cautious around this man, one who could pick him out so easily from across the room was someone to be reckoned with. "What?" Kane said lethargically. He was unconcerned with most of the other people in the room, but the multiplying girl was someone he ought to keep an eye on.

Willow

Willow probed around the girl's mind to see that her name was Eleen.

Willow's smile dropped as Eleen walked off to recruit.

"Willow," Warren's voice hesitantly called out to her. "What did you do?"

Willow glided forward, caressing her brother's cheek. It was back to his pale skin now. It seemed paler than the last time she saw him. These dark asylum walls have only made his skin brighter.

"Oh, Warren," she cooed, dropping her hand to take hold of his. "You may not have a team, considering you're blind, but don't worry big brother." She paused, moving loose blonde hairs from his face. "I will take care of you."

"After all," she whispered into his mind. "How would I let you go see Mommy and Daddy without me?"

Christopher Freidrich

After the girl who was talking with Kane suddenly pulled back with a face as red as a rose, Chris could slightly chuckle at the lovebirds. Noting Kane ceasing interaction with the girl and then turning to Christopher mouthing off, with a lazy grin "What?"
Just from his disposition, he could already tell that he was becoming more wary around Chris, "Why are you trying to smile infront of a blind guy, heh. I am already amused, so go and run back to your wifey."

"This mess is entirely unnecessary. So many unstable minds in here that I think some of us will have to arrange the rest of the humans into the groups." resounded a voice from a corner of the room, Chris couldn't help but feel the unknown voice say it to him. "Well, I mean, we have no rights in this god forsaken place, so necessities aren't exactly going to be kept." he replied with a shrug, he then taps his 'walking' stick trying to make a beat due to the boredom.

Glancing about, the 'twins' had become more, again. He could only watch and sigh at the oddity of whatever she's up too. Curiosity made him stay and just look onwards. Remembering that they had to be in groups, he slowly got up, 'feeling' the ground with his walking stick, he got infront of the man who he thinks called out to him. (Lester) "Y'know I don't really wanna screw with the Riders today, so wanna make a 'group', as they so delicately call it?" he said to him, not looking in his particular direction and then proceeding to hold out his hand in a mock handshake.

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@Burningcold @General Scales @Satsuki

@Athoriel

The boy was staring back. Lucille narrowed her eyes in suspicion and made her way slowly over to Connor. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Where are my meds?" Somehow, somewhere she knew that he wouldn't know anything about her medication but it seemed necessary to ask anyway. "I really need them. They keep my head clear. I don't want to be like how I was when I was admitted. I need them, they don't understand!" In the course of the rant her heart rate had shot up. "I'm not supposed to miss doses," she whispered.

Lester was a little perplexed with the answer he got though he supposed it was warranted from someone who saw the captivity as a bad thing. For him this place gave him a new better form, shelter and food so there was little to complain about other than his memory loss. It matter little as he noticed just how perceptive this blind one was compared to the others and it caught his attention well enough. The blind one's offer helped to solve the group issue in a more favorable way that could be approved.

"This arrangement sounds agreeable, but I assume we will need more as well." Lester said accepting but realized that he didn't know the human's name. "I am Lester, or so they tell me, yours is?"

It took a moment for Lester to move slightly to directly in front of this new acquaintance to return the handshake being prompt though the humor was lost on him. There was definitely a serious aura about him one that seemed not aware of how awkward he likely sounded or acted. He wondered just how this was going to play out what with some of the more unstable humans ending up together or with them though he hoped not.

@Inertia [@Anyone else who hears]

"Oh Good!" Lance called out amongst the now active crowd."Teams are- Hey!" He was stopped by tow guards and pulled out of the room before even getting a chance to talk to anybody. "What is going on? Why are you doing this?" The gaurds, as was usual, gave no answer or any indication that he was even speaking. Before he know it he was shoved into a room and the door was shut behind him. "That was rude." He said looking back at the door whilst straightening his clothes. Lance's attention was grabbed when someone began speaking, and by the tone he knew right away what was going on.

"So, have a seat. You... You are Lance, yes?" He said, after glancing at a list, "Now then, let's get down to business..." His voice was resolutely calm, "Your adaptation?" He inquired.

The man speaking sat at a desk and only looked at Lance waiting for an answer to his question. Lance smirked ans he strode over to the chair and sat down. "My adaptation? Well you gave it to me." Lance quipped. He didn't like the scientists nor did he care about their achievements with the others. "Or do you mean to tell me that after all the trouble you went through you still don't know what you have created within me? It seems odd that you would run a facility like this, test like you do, and yet you have no clue what it is you do to people... you could even give someone the power to release uncontrollable amounts of radiation and kill everyone here... It is amazing the mental incompetence of some people, and yet they think they are sooo smart." It would seem to the man that Lance was simply making fun of him, but in actuality he was just warming up to once again deceive them to think he had a power he in fact did not. "But I guess not everyone can be smart and knowledgeable." Lance held out his hand and on the table placed a Red Apple. "There you see. I can make apples. pretty cool right." The apple was just a trick, but to the scientist it would be as real as though he had just picked it from a tree. Lance awaited the man's response with a blank expression while his mind began very slowly to fill with dark images of wonderland.

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@Tip

@CLIW

A sinking feeling came over Connor as the girl approached him, forcing him to rise carefully from his corner, so as to not look weak and frightened, although the latter was most certainly in effect. He was careful to keep his hands at his sides and continue to look passive, as the panic in this girls eyes now burned brighter than the red in her hair. A barrage of questions and statements rained down on him, half of which he could not answer, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor soul, but also more weary. She hadn't taken this medication that she deemed so important and seemed to be worrying over the implications it would bring about, perhaps she sought comfort of some sort, he just really wished it hadn't been him she came to.

"Hey, you'll be alright, I'm Connor." He said in soothing tones, managing a half smile before regaining his look of concern.

Gingerly he held out his hands to hold her by the shoulders in a reassuring way. "You just need to relax until we find a guard, and then we can sought out getting your medication, hm?" He suggested, trying to appear confident, although he found it hard to stop his hands from shaking ever so slightly. "Just take some deep breaths." He added, returning his hands to his sides, it had been a common tactic for dealing with his issues when they became to much to bear, he imagined it would do the same for her.

Christopher Freidrich

His hand being shuck rather strongly, he felt something was off about this patient. He did feel human with something else, or vice versa. Before he could finish his own doubts, "This arrangement sounds agreeable, but I assume we will need more as well." he mouthed off, and then proceeding with "I am Lester, or so they tell me, yours is?"
"Oh sorry I was lost in thought, It's Christopher Freidrich, Chris or whatever you like." he replied in a casual tone with a slight smile. "Two people isn't a group, it's a duo, we need to find more people to join." he said in a bored voice,"Hmm, what about that couple over there" (Connor and Lucille) attaining his smirk back.

Quickly scuttling off to the two couple who 'appear' to be having a breakdown over meds? "Well, it really doesn't help that you're shaking too buddy." he said to them, leaning on his 'walking' stick. "HEY, would you mind getting her pills, Rider, she's basically vibrating." raising his voice and glaring with his 'eyes', in the general direction of the 'patient'.

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@General Scales @CLIW @Athoriel @Tip

"Yeah," muttered Lucille. "Yeah. Nice to meet you, Connor. Sorry about..yeah." She took a couple of deep breaths, and they helped a tiny bit. Still, she'd never missed a dose before and she was terrified of what would happen to her mind if she started missing them today. She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice Christopher approaching them; she jumped violently when he spoke to Connor. He'd been shaking? She hadn't noticed. Lucille huffed in an attempt to breathe deeply. It will be very, very embarrassing if you have a full-on breakdown right here and now, she reminded herself, giving herself an extra incentive to try keeping herself calm.

Her signature stare switched back to focus on Chris. "Why are you talking to one of them?" she whispered in horror.

@Inertia @Athoriel

"You're lying! You're lying boy, AND I KNOW IT!" The man's voice is seething with rage. Now he seems not to be your average scientist. With a signal of his hand, two Riders strut in through a door which Lance had not seen when he entered. One was brandishing a needle filled with a deep blue liquid. All. Lance can see as the liquid is injected into his arm is an innocent smile on the man's face. (P.S The liquid is supposed to send Lance into, a, what? A deep sleep? It's like a really strong anaesthetic but completely not dangerous.)

@Master Crim

(Will edit this to add my numerous other people communicating.)

Lester would dedicate Christopher's name to memory so communication would be easier later on for teamwork though it was far easier just to know his name than not. He listened in return coming to that same conclusion that they did need a couple more people to make an actual group though this wasn't exactly his area of expertise. When Christopher mentioned two more humans and he followed looking on and seeing the distraught girl from before and one guy who had barely made his presence known, it left room for doubt as to if they would make for a good team as the girl's condition seemed to have deteriorated from before. It appeared there was a lack of medication having been employed which would explain the issue leaving a question of why or what use it would have to the scientists who usually were more careful about experiments.

"I believe he is trying to help. Though I suspect the Riders won't intervene until something goes wrong, they are quite rude about that." Lester said providing an answer to the girl who questioned Christopher casting a glance to the guy who was shaking. "Is it cold in here? Very hard for me to tell sometimes."

He wasn't sure how his response or question would be taken by either of them but he felt it was appropriate enough in his head though he was a bit unsure if it was the right one.

Conversation...not something I remember well. Lester thought with minor annoyance at being less than optimal about something simple.

@Inertia @CLIW @Athoriel

Kane walked back over to his corner and leaned against the wall once again, his arms crossed over his chest and the same smile from before set on his face. If people wanted to work with him, they'd have to ask him themselves. After all, he was capable of working on his own just fine. His brow furrowed when he heard that Riders were in the room with them, but it was to be expected.

Connor stared down at his hands, making a mental effort to put the slight tremble at ease. His eyes quickly flickered back to the new arrival, attempting to meet his gaze only to find the stranger was merely looking in his direction, seemingly disconnected from the visual aspects of conversation. That, coupled with the walking cane he carried, led him to believe the man was blind.

"You see an awful lot for a blind man, either you're faking or..." Connor bit down on his cheek, cutting off the rest of what he was going to say, his face turning to one of careful consideration, studying the stranger like one might study a poisonous snake.

Connor was contemplating snatching the cane from him, when he was snapped out of his thoughts by the offhand question issued by the one who had followed behind, a pity really, he might of done a lot of damage to the riders that were mentioned, that is if he could lay his hands on one. Which was odd that he had mentioned them, a usually invisible force which this man could somehow sense, further confirming his suspicion of all the occupants in the room.

Frowning to himself he replied "No, I'm just a bit... nervous is all." Shaking his head slightly at the discomfort he was feeling being surrounded by so many strangers.

Lance was at first shocked that this scientist saw through his trick. No one had ever been able to see past his little game, and now there was someone here that could. "What do you mean? I just-" He was cut short when a door he had not noticed before opened and two Riders walked in. His surprise turned to fear and his blood to ice as the approached with a rather large needle containing a blue liquid. "NO!, Wait I don't think- What did I-" With his mind already on the decent to darkness from using his ability, and his anger managment problems, Lance's fear turned to rage as the riders closed in on him to inject the liquid into his body. "TWO CAN PLAY THIS WAY!" He yelled as the Riders took hold of him. With his last moments of conscientiousness he channeled his rage and gave the scientist at the desk the darkest visions and thoughts he could come up with. The apple on the desk slowly melted away into blood oozing across the table and over the edges. Suddenly a body fell from somewhere unseen and landed with a thud on the desk; it's neck was broken and head was turned in an ungodly position. It's face was sliced and scarred beyond the point of recognition, but the worst of it would be the missing arms and legs that followed by falling onto the scientist. The open parts of the body were still fresh and dripping blood all over the scientist and the room. Then as Lance fell asleep it all faded away.

Once Lance was asleep he was once again dreaming, but it wasn't the same nightmare as before, rather; Lance found himself back at home with his family. They seemed to be eating, but Lance could not make out the time because the clock had all kinds of funky numbers and letters on it and no hands. The food seemed to taste alright, but he could not make out what that was either. His mom and dad looked to him and smiled before his dad began to speak. "We are very proud of you, son. You have come so far from when we had to leave you." Lance was confused, but then his mom began talking. "We love you, honey, and are waiting for you." Now lance was really puzzled, but this being a dream he didn't really have control over what he did as his mind just went with the moment. "Where? Where are you waiting?" They didn't respond. "I want to see you again. Where are you?" The dream faded to just a simple mashing of colors lights and sounds and time became irrelevant for Lance.

Christopher Freidrich

"Right! As uhh, Mister shy Lester said, I was trying to help." replying to her with a grand ol' smile. Taking his time to analyse them, he knew they also had adaptations like him. "My friend (Lester) over here isn't exactly the most observant type, y'see. And I no i am not faking, i am blind as a bat." he said while motioning to remove his scarlet, rounded glasses showing the white pupils in his heterochromial eyes. "I digress, would you mind teaming up as the announcement called for, I have no idea what for but it'd be best if we listen huh?"

He could heart their fluttering heartbeats, all beating fast which showed their caution around Chris.
" Well I guess I could tell you all my adaptation, it wouldn't really hurt. he said "Well, I was blinded at a young age, my adaptation I guess amplified my other senses and here we are. Anyone can see without eyes y'know?" after he explained he did a small mock curtsy, "Well is that enough to make you people trust me?"

@General Scales @CLIW @Athoriel