@Proleptic
While packing her clothing, she received some help, but more due to the fact that the person had thrown up and some of her clothes landed in the bile. She groaned "Cretin!" (French: Idiot) and tossed the clothing into the backpack, not caring for the stains on them. Then it escalated. One girl seemed very eager to fight, at least verbally. She was loud, she was impolite and she sure as hell was not giving a single piece for any one in this room, the way she just threw all the others in the same pot as herself.

There was also the mention of not allowing the group to leave. "No! You cannot do this. This is beyond humane." Dominique blurted out her discontent for the situation at Magneto, the one she would have never trusted out of all the humans and mutants she knew. Hell, she would have handed her trust into that Trask person before even considering helping Magneto in some sort of way. "If I had known, I wouldn't have taken this offer at all."

The girl took a deep breath. She won't let her composure get the best of her. Otherwise, her backpack would like to toss in their own opportunity to all of this. She would prefer to keep her things in that backpack for now. Her eyes moved through the people that were gathered here. She knew by now that Nightcrawler, the Blue Demon, was with Magneto and so the tough guy that gave the speech that Magneto ended with his little "Disclaimer". "I believe I am the only one that was offered some form of choice... Which I regret deeply", she muttered.

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He didn’t understand. Why? Why of all people was he taken hostage by this blue….demon and several others? Was he going to eat him? Were they all apart of a sacrifice? On top of that, he wanted to know more about what happened after his sight went dark and awaking to skeletons of his former co-workers. Was there a rescue team or search team that came through? Did they even know he was alive. Right now though his main objective was to establish communication. He attempted to talk to them once more, only for his words to fall on deaf ears.

He looked to the group with exhaustion before plopping down where he stood and rubbed his temples in frustration of the language barrier. "Це не відбувається. Це не відбувається. Це мрія, я перебуваю в ліжко, криза ніколи не сталося, і я прокинусь з моєю дружиною, приготування кави перед моєї ранкову зміну.” (This is not happening. This is not happening. It's a dream, I'm in bed, the crisis never happened, and I woke up with my wife making coffee before my morning shift.) He shook his head as he squinted his eyes closed and pinched himself. A few minutes went by before he slowly opened his eyes again and looked around. "Що ебать!” He slammed his fist on the ground, unaware he left a dent in it. Instead the Ukrainian laid back and looked up to the ceiling and sighed as he tried to find a ray of hope among this darkness.

Samantha waited for the woman sitting next to her to respond, but the lady just ignored her and followed the others off the transport. Nightcrawler had briefly mentioned that all this had to do with recruiting mutants to fight some cause, but Samantha didn’t really see why they would need her. She had no handle on her abilities, so she quickly decided to stick around for the training part of this craziness. Glancing around she saw that the last of the passengers were making their way out of the ship, except for one man who was sitting on the ground looking terrified. It took her a second to recognize that he was not speaking english.

She walked over to him and stretched out her hand offering to help him up. “Ти розмовляєш англійською?” She asked speaking perfect Ukrainian. The poor guy seemed on the verge of a brake down.

Michael looked up and shook his head as he laid back on the ground. “Я не роблю, але його добре знають, що хтось тут говорить мій мови.” I don't but its good to know that someone here speaks my language. He smirked as he politely waved off the offered hand. He sighed. “Я просто хочу знати, що відбувається, і що сталося після криза. Мені потрібно, щоб переконатися, що моя сім'я є безпечним. Що таке поточну дату, і вони зробили будь-які спроби прибирати?” I just want to know what's going on and what happened after the meltdown. I need to make sure my family is safe. What's today's date and have they made any attempts to clean up? He looked to her with an exhausted smile.

She wondered what meltdown he was talking about. “Ну сьогодні – 10 квітня. Я думаю, ми могли б з'ясувати, чому ми зібралися тут, якщо ми переходимо вулицю. Потім може бути ви могли дізнатися про вашу сім'ю.” Sam said calmly to him. They were the last two on the transport ship, and whatever was being discussed outside didn’t seem to be going over well with the others. “Єдина інформація, я була надана був, що ми були набрані для боротьби з деяких причин. Я думаю, що більшість з нас були транспортовані тут без згоди.” Sam said as she glance over at the open exit. Looking on the bright side was not something Samantha was very good at, so she just plopped down next to the guy, putting off the inevitable.

He sat up, shaking his head and repeated ”Niet”, no, and held his head. ”Ви кажете, десятий квітня? Це неможливо. Я був там, коли криза сталося, і це сталося на двадцять шостий.” He seemed to be thinking about something. ”Де вони їм переїхати?”

She didn’t really know what he was talking about, but he looked like hell. “Тільки хороші справа в тому, що ми будемо можливо навчитися контролювати наші здібності.” She said as she took her iphone out of her pocket to check the time. She had expected today to be just like any other, and she really didn’t really know what to do with herself right now. Weirdly she was totally ok with being teleported out of her bland life in LA.

”Sam...Michael. Спочатку ВЫКЛ не маю будь-який здібності. По-друге” He smiled until he saw her phone. ”“Коли чорт вони приходять на ринок?” he pointed to the phone. “Я не думаю, що ми мали технологія для щось на зразок цього.”

Who was he trying to fool claiming he had no abilities. Apparently he needed a good long look in the mirror. Based on the dented floor, and strange goop next to him, he had a number of abilities. She raised her eyebrows as she looked from him to the blobs. “Ви впевнені, про що.” She said to him quietly. A look of confusion passed over him as Michael glanced to where she looked. That was there the whole time wasn’t it? Sam was surprised he didn’t know what an iphone was, she was pretty sure every country in the world used them. “Це просто iphone. Вони не продаються в Україні?” She asked him opening the unlock screen to show him. The only conclusion she could come up with was that Eastern Europe must be behind on the times. She tapped the camera app, and it opened up the selfie screen. “Я думаю, що перший iphone вийшов в 2007 році.” Sam said remembering that her older brother got one for his 17th birthday, two months before the crash.

”Ні. Ні вона у 1986 році. Я народився в 1960 році. Немає ніякої можливості, що 21 років пройшло з тих пір…” His voice trembled as he looked to her with concern. Twenty one years. Twenty one years of darkness before waking up into an advanced world. He opened his mouth to say something but instead he just struggled to his feet, and made his way outside. “Я отримав, щоб подихати свіжим повітрям.” Shaking his head he went to stand but struggled up as he felt his sight starting to go again. The Ukranian heard voices coming from outside and made his way to them. It felt like the weight of the world fell on his shoulders as he dropped to the ground behind the group face first, the overwhelming news causing him to pass out.

Behind the terrified expression and the obvious anxiety, Ronan's mind was going a million miles per second. So. I am trapped indefinitely in an underground facility, with at least one known murderer, and I am expected to use my so-called 'powers'. He thought. Isn't that just peachy? I might as well just figure out how to use my....mutation well enough to commit suicide. He began taking deep breaths, becoming more and more calm as he logically assessed the situation. For some reason, this didn't seem as bad as it could be. After all, Ronan's biggest issue with the current situation would have to be the forced social interaction. Maybe I can just do what they tell me, and keep to myself, at least until I figure out how to get out of here.

"Can I go to my room? I assume I have a room." Ronan said. He was resigned at this point, and, though still stressed and anxious, he would do what he could given the situation. That involved getting some time to calm down alone. "It looks like I have no choice so I might as well cooperate. I've no desire for anymore forced traveling. I prefer to do that sort of thing at my leisure." With that, Ronan faced Magneto, despite his internal battle to have nothing to do with him, and held out his hand. "Ronan Carlisle."

Lamia gritted her teeth at the sound of the dark-haired boy as he gave up with essentially no resistance, even offering Magneto his hand. He knew exaclty who the man was and he wanted to shake his hand?!

"Right. You." She said, her jaw tightening and jabbing a finger in Ronan's direction, "I trust you about as far as I can throw you if that's how easily you give up, but you?" She turned to talk to the short girl with the colourful hair whose clothes had seemed to appear out of thin air, "You sound like you've got half a brain even if it's because of hindsight. That trick with your clothes, what is it? Teleporting? You think you can get us out of here the same way he brought us here?" she said, nodding towards Nightcrawler.

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For Dominique, the case was clear. Straight kidnapping. The thought of having to stay here, against her will, brought her mind to a race. She was cooking, her mind forming vicious thoughts of murder and battling. Groaning in discomfort, she stomped the ground and turned. She heard people talking, which invoked her curiosity, only to find a couple talk in a language she could hardly identify as 'Eastern European'.

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"Would you two be so kind as to cooperate here?", she barked at the two with anger, only to see the guy fall to the ground. She was taken aback for a moment, but the situation around her did not change her awareness. Her eyes were filled with rage, similar to a caged beast. Something out of the ordinary from a girl of her size and stature. Her feet tapped the ground in a quick rhythm, the petite figure gaining in agitation. "You seem to grasp the situation at least", she muttered to herself, before she was approached by someone.

@Hjalti
The girl was just as in rage as Dominique herself, but that was something she did not like. Despite being in such condition herself, she found the girl in front of her aggressive and overreacting, to which she only responded with an even more aggressive glare. "First of all, who do you think you are just talking to me like that? Huh? What is your problem? You are just as stuck as me." She grabbed her bag that contained her clothing and held it towards the girl's face. "I can only make room in boxes and bags. There is no teleport. Go to that blue demon for that." In her fit of rage, she expanded the room inside her bag a little more, which tired her a little. Her breathing got erratic and her heartbeat rose, but she did not notice in her adrenaline fueled anger towards Magneto and her surroundings.

@Proleptic
Only then did she notice the guy that had thrown up moving towards Magneto and offering him a hand. She groaned in hatred, stomping over to the young man. "Did you listen to him? He has kidnapped us. All of you against your will, mind you! Now you want to shake his hand? URGH, sacre bleu." She walked her way back to the transporter, only to lose her footing halfway and dropping to her knees in fatigue. She noticed her weakness and began pulling her things from the bag and neatly stacking them in front of her, all while slowly removing her powers from it. Her eyes are dilated by the time she was done and her hands were shaking. She dropped on the pile of clothes with a groan and was knocked out for a moment.

People argued, chattered away in languages he didn't know, confrontations were sparked. In general, Derrick was pretty sure this was one huge clusterfuck.

He kicked his helmet in a fit of rage and walked over to the chick with the exploding backpack, she seemed to be just as pissed as he was about the situation and figured he'd have an ally in the coming confrontation. Until she passed out on a pile of folded laundry. He shrugged and stepped between her and Magneto, and the tool bag trying to shake the terrorists hand.

He reached into his jackets inside pocket and pulled out a cigarette, slightly bent and battered, but still fine. Tucking it between his lips he lifted his hand, index finger extended and a moment later a small spark of bright green light leaped from his fingertip to the end of his smoke.

Taking a deep drag off his cigarette he blew out a small cloud of smoke toward Magneto in a blatant attempt to irritate the powerful mutant.

"Look, Bucket Head. It seems petty clear we'd like some kind of an explanation here. Cough it up." Derrick didn't feel as brave as he sounded, or as confident, but anger offered one all kinds of ways to ignore fear and common sense. He just hoped it didn't get him killed.

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Michael came to, and the muffling arguments became louder until his hearing returned to normal. A girl with a small frame was yelling at him and he stood back up in his tattered clothes and looked at her confused and frustrated. He simply raised his hands up and screamed at her. "SUKA BLYAT! NIET AMERICANA!" He throw his hands down and just rolled his eyes as he looked at Magneto and Nightwalker. Where the hell was Samantha when you needed her.

"Mewtant" He pointed to himself and shook his head.

Hewman. No Mewtant. Home. He pointed off to somewhere in the distance even though he didn't really know where how was. On top of it, he seemed to struggle with what English words he knew.

He looked to Magneto and repeated the same thing only for him to chuckle and shook his head.

"My dear boy you are most certainly a mutant and I specifically told Nightcrawler here to be careful when retrieving you. You have very interesting powers that could have killed him should he have touched you."

Michael, not understanding a word of what Magneto said minus the word "mutant", simply rolled his eyes and gave them all an exhausted glare.