[color=#fa7d32][u][h3]Flint[/h3][/u][/color]
This place is... bringing up some bad memories. Not the place itself, technically, but the unfamiliar environment and the strange people in strange uniforms acting friendly. He knows now that those men from back then were police officers carrying out some kind of religious persecution. It had been explained to him while he was under the auspices of the prophet of the god of stars, and father Dominic elaborated on the situation, explaining to him that the police can't be blamed for their ignorance. Though the god of stars ultimately failed him in the end, it was a shame to see how the police would harass a perfectly harmless place of worship like that. They act like the liberation of the root of all evil is a crime! He has father Dominic to thank for the god of love never having those people breathing down their necks, though he's always wary whenever he sees one of them.

In any case, the uniforms aren't the exact same, particularly for the man with the large nose that seems to be their leader or boss, and while suddenly waking up here didn't paint a great picture of their character, if they were like the police, it was important to show confidence in front of them. He had already paused, lost in thought, long enough for the other three people he saw in the beds to join him and the young boy, and long enough for one of the girls to beat him to the punch in addressing the man. Not willing to display any more loss of initiative to the long-nosed man, Flint waltzes over, pulls out a chair, and seats himself right next to him.

[color=#fa7d32]"I agree. What brings people like us to a place such as this?"[/color] Flint managed to keep the nervousness out of his voice and demeanor as he uses the first line of defense against cops: play dumb. Whenever they act nonchalant with their greetings or questions, half the time they're just trying to bait you into confirming that you did something they don't actually know you did.

[color=#0096c8][u][h3]Radcliff[/h3][/u][/color]
It takes a while to notice that the beds seem to just go on forever in one direction. It was the kind of endless abyss worth staring deeply into just so that you could see it staring back at you, but now really wasn't the time for non-Euclidean geometry. Everything seemed to take a backseat to the swirling dread above his head, but it was so opaque and erratic that it was hard to actually process. Was now really the time to try?

Like tucking an oil slick into a shirt pocket and feeling it drip down his chest, he reluctantly tried to ignore the thoughts about what actually happened to his friends. He was apparently dealing with, what, the supernatural? A technology indistinguishable from magic? A carnival fun house? It was, regardless, a level of nonsense he had to devote his attention to right now. It put him in a dour mood just to do so, but he supposes it gave him the flippancy to ignore the blue mist, the strange décor and stranger nose, the nonchalance the ratty-looking adult man seemed to be giving the situation as he took a seat, and the two girls who may or may not have been content with pretending this was all just a dream.

Cliff slams his palms on the wooden table like a lawyer hearing a contradiction. [color=#0096c8]"Answers. Just cut to the chase. You brought us here, [i]whatever[/i] 'here' is. Why, then how. [/color] he said, commandingly. The long-nosed man didn’t put them in binds or anything, which implied he needed their cooperation in some manner. That wasn’t to say Cliff believed them to be above reprisal, he just didn’t particularly care; couldn’t bring himself to, frankly.