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@KahleenCuthald

Thanks! I posted my reply before I saw your post in the IC tab, sorry about that.

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@KahleenCuthald

Another quick question - do we have anything in our pockets or with us? I had my character check his pockets, but I don't know if he found anything. Thank you!

Edit: Whoops, ninja'd.

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William Jones

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Another man bursts out of the entrance nearest to me, surprising me. I had hopes that he would have some explanation - hopes that are immediately dashed when he asks what's going on. At least he seems glad that we're awake.

At almost the same time, the third person stands up, yawning sleepily, and quietly asks where he is. Harley replies by introducing us.

"Hey," I smile at them, "Good to have some more people join us. The more the merrier, right? Could you please tell us your names?"

Then I attempt to summarize our current situation and bring them up to speed.

"Harley woke up first, I think. Then I woke up, and neither of us knew what was happening, so we were thinking of somehow getting to that letter on the tree for clues. That's really all that happened before you two came."

Suddenly, I realize that I am incredibly thirsty. When was the last time I drank water? Of course, I can't remember - I always try to stay hydrated, but anything could've happened yesterday. Spotting the well, I walk over to it. The sun reflects off the water, causing me to wonder what happens if we're still here by nightfall. Do we have any light sources? Feeling slightly foolish for not doing so earlier, I check my pockets. I usually keep at least my phone, wallet, and a portable charger on me at all times, but who knows what could've happened before I got here.

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I decide to put on my clothes and search under the bed and on the table for any more items.

Orphanage for Supernatural

@Polaris North

Brooke had hoped that they wouldn't notice her slip-up, but it appeared that they had. In response to Leo's question, she clarified, "Kind of. If it was complete, you'd be able to see the other side." After all, light could pass through her portals just like anything else.

When he put his hand on her shoulder and whispered to her, she jumped a little, surprised by the contact. Slightly indignant, she wanted to protest that being chill was much easier said than done. She wanted to defend herself and explain that it was an accident, and that it was natural for her not to be in complete control of the powers she'd just gotten. But instead Brooke nodded in acquiescence, because he was right. Worrying wouldn't help anyone, and she could've endangered them by doing so if it made her powers go out of control. "Ok. I'll try."

Then she turned to the others in the room. "I'm sorry. I won't lose control again," she apologized.

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William Jones

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@Flightless_Soul

The brunette makes a little sound and claps her hands over her mouth. Oops.

"Ah...n-no I don't. I was hoping you would know. Who are you?" She replied, stammering a little. It seems that she'd been brought here like me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I apologize sheepishly. "My name is William Jones, but you can just call me Will. It's, um, nice to meet you." I briefly wonder if I sounded like a dork, then quickly decided that it didn't matter much in the current situation.

I look around at our surroundings again. The other two people still seem to be asleep, and I don't want to stray too far from this garden until they wake up. However, I can investigate those mysterious papers in the branches. They're too high up to reach from the ground, and I'm not much of a climber, but maybe we could get to them if we work together.

Addressing the girl in the flannel, I ask, "Do you want to find out what those papers in the tree are? I bet that you could reach them if you got onto my shoulders."

I'm fairly tall - 5'11" - and our combined heights would probably be sufficient. Of course, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable...

"No pressure, of course," I add hastily. "You don't have to. I'm just curious about them, that's all."

Orphanage for Supernatural

Brooke followed Leo to the gym. On their way, they passed a redheaded girl and a boy whom Leo waved to. Then they were at a massive, open room with polished floors - the gym.

Brooke stiffened as she took in the others - a girl, a bit taller than her, and a boy with light blue eyes. There was another boy, looking about her age, a little further away. One person was ok, but she didn't do well in groups of strangers. Distracted by her mounting anxiety, Brooke barely noticed Leo's introductions. For a moment, she wanted to crawl into a hole, to be anywhere but here. A rectangular patch of space beside her visibly shimmered, a portal starting to form without her conscious decision as her power responded to the desire to escape.

No. Brooke willed the unfinished portal to disappear. She didn't know where the other end of the portal led - besides, there was no place left to escape to.

She could do this. She could. It was just meeting a few more people, who had barely been here longer than she had. They might be nervous too. They were probably nice.

The other boy, Leon, was smiling and introducing himself again. Brooke thought that she was supposed to respond, but it seemed like Leo had already said everything about her that needed saying. What did people usually do in these situations? Brooke couldn't remember, so she took a guess and awkwardly stuck her hand out for a handshake.

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William Jones

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I was lost and alone in a void. Though I walked for what seemed like ages, I found nothing except darkness and silence. It was so cold. I wrapped my arms around myself.

"Is anyone there?" I yelled desperately. "Hello? Anybody!"

The silence boomed around me, and I shivered, huddling into myself. Then, like a light shining in the darkness, I heard an answering call.

"Hello?"

I felt an enormous sense of relief. There was another person here, and I wouldn't have to be alone forever in the dark... Except, that wasn't quite right, because I wasn't standing in the darkness, I was laying on a soft, slightly damp surface...

I slowly open my eyes, sleepily looking up at a bright sky. Then I jerk awake. This isn't my bedroom ceiling. This isn't my room. I sit up, panicking slightly, but calm down immediately - there's no way I can remain tense with such beautiful surroundings. I sit on a cushion of soft green grass, daisies springing up from it. The sky is a pure, unblemished blue, so different from the usual gray drizzle of my home. In the distance is a tall tree with a piece of paper caught in its branches, hanging among ripe red apples-

Wait. How did I get here? I search my memories, but find the past 24 hours utterly blank. I go further back. My name is William Jones. I'm a nursing student. Last Tuesday, I had scrambled eggs and coffee for breakfast. Retrograde amnesia, but I'd only lost one day. Why? I mentally list possible causes...blunt head trauma, alcohol or other drugs, emotionally traumatic events... I hadn't woken up with a headache, but I felt my head for the bumps that would indicate blunt trauma just in case. Then I check my arms for needle punctures by which a drug could have been administered. I can't think of a way to check whether I'd been through psychological trauma in the past 24 hours, and I probably wouldn't want to know about it if I had.

It is only then that I remember to search for the source of the voice that had awoken me. I look around and see two other sleeping figures around the tree. There's also a brunette woman standing by a well, looking in my direction.

Is she the one who brought me here? Or was she brought here herself, like me?

Either way, it wouldn't hurt to be friendly. "Hi there!" I call, waving. "Do you know where this is?"

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@KahleenCuthald

It's not entirely similar, but there's a tumblr webcomic called Streetcrows where you can send in suggestions, and the author tallies up all the suggestions and has the main character do the most popular or interesting ones.

There are also 4chan quest games, which Streetcrows is based off of, but I haven't personally tried any of them so I can't vouch for their quality.

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@KahleenCuthald

Yup, I'm still interested.