Flint opens his eyes and touches the ground. He pick up the soil "god where are we?" He stands up

Charles opens his eyes, taking in the new surroundings. Last he remembered he was admiring a rather quaint museum piece, now he was lost in some foreign land. A voice appeared behind him, asking a rather redundant question. Charles swung around, standing in a defensive position. "Damned if I know, now who are you." Charles had never been a big fan of strangers, especially less so during tense situations.

Flint puts his hands in his pockets "chill man chill! I'm flint Thompson." He reaches out his hand for a handshake.

A sharp whistling sound blew through the air.

Sin landed on his feet, temporarily raising a hand up to steady himself. "...Wat." He was in this strange...forest place, hidden amongsts bushes and twigs. He had been at the museum, flirting with a female janitor, when he glanced at a nearby piece of ancient articular stone and had passed out. Though, he was quick to adapt, and smoothly straightened out his thought process.

"I hate this already." He muttered in a thick Russian accent, hearing voices, one sounding similar to Charles'. Sin walked towards the voices, and stopped once he was a few feet behind a stranger, giving Charles a look that said 'should I knock him out?'

Flint slaps his forehead "why does everybody want to kill me. I'm friendly! The names flint Thompson." He smiles. "Who're you?"

Jacques followed quickly after his Russian comrade. He scanned the area
"I am concerned about where we actually are" He looked back down to the group
"and how we will survive without proper supplements" His accent made him not used to pronouncing the letter 'h' and as a result 'how' sounded more like 'ow'

Flint waves his hand "excuse me, but how do you guys know each other?"