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So, I just thought of a thing. Namely, if it's actually in the middle of the night as far and Leon and co. care, then it's stupidly dark there.

Hylian, a question to you: Is there any lighting at night in the academy?
Actual fans don't do those kind of things though; only hooligans do. Nobody who goes there to actually enjoy the game would ever do such a thing.
Meanwhile in the Netherlands, 'soccer fans' (read: hooligans) decided it was a good idea to throw smoky fireworks on to the field. Twice. During the cup finals. *sigh*
After the second time this happened, the match was suspended for about half an hour in order to get some, well, order back. Just before the match was continued, the general president/ex-keeper of the offending team spoke to the supporters in general, saying something that roughly translate "Cut this shit out, you're fucking us all [the team and the actual supporters] over.", on live television. So yeah...

Oh, and for what it's worth; the other team managed to win with 5-1, which is doubly amazing due to said team being a major underdog in this match.
<Simon>

Simon shrugged. "Short version? Very little. We know that this place -- or rather, the convo that was held here yesterday -- is the only thing each one of us had in common, which is why we're looking into what's going on in here in the first place. As you might have noticed, there seems to be some kind of reality-warping thing going on down there," Simion answered, gesturing at the door leading down to the hallway. "No matter which door you take, you always end up at the same hallway. We -- that is, Daniel and I -- are assuming that you have to either go through the doors in a certain order, or that there's some other kind of secret to it. Either way, simply trying at random won't get us anywhere, which is why we went back up to go look somewhere else. The problem is what said 'somewhere' is going to be." He fell silent for a second, an idea forming in his head. "Wait a minute... Does anyone know who was responsible for this event in the first place? Some kind of festival commitee, the principal, whoever? And, more importantly, where would this person or group's private office be? Maybe we can find out some clues there..."
<Jonathan>

Jonathan's circle of reality was slowly expanding from the one metre radius around himself and his daughter to include the people around him, especially the Doctor. He turned his head towards him. "I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. Thank you so much..."
He then turned towards Simon, having caught the last bit of his conversation with an unknown girl. "I'm not sure. I think it was an outside event for the most part, but even then there has to be some kind of internal organisation behind it. The principal's office should be on the top floor, if I recall correctly; if nothing else, we could find out out who was organizing this to begin with. Anyone against?"

During this entire time, he never released Lily, nor did the latter let go of him.
I'll post a thingie tomorrow.
So... Where is everyone? >_>
"Three, counting myself," Leon answered, his view being almost magnetically drawn to the intricate three-dimensional map on GM's laptop. How did such a thing work, anyway? Then again, it's not like that's the weirdest thing he had ever seen... "There's Rose, who was with me when you... Never mind that. Anyway, they other guy calls himself Euclid. He picked the lock on the door -- So no, you didn't leave the front door unlocked, by the way," he continued, then stopped for a second to overthink GM's request. Could he do this? Could he really betray Rose and Euclid to this guy? To talk to the GM was one thing, and could easily be excused, but to actually lead GM to them was quite a bigger step. Still, what choice did he have? He had to save himself. And this, this being had already proven that they stood no chance if they tried to resist him.
"Either way, I'll try," Leon said. "Like I said though, I have no idea where they are. I'm assuming they're both still inside the building, but..."
With that, Leon got out of the bed and walked over to the door to the hall, opening it ever so slowly as to make as little sound as possible. "Wouldn't want to wake them, right?," he whispered.
Leon's mind was racing. Apparently this place was GM's personal base or something like that. There was still the question of how he managed to got in though; seeing as he was wondering how they got in and questioned about whether or not he locked the door, that logically meant that he didn't use said door himself. After all, if he had done so, then he would've seen the picked lock on it. That meant that he had some other ability to enter places, which in turn meant that not a single place in this entire area would be safe. Maybe GM's claim of godhood wasn't all that far-fetched after all. And to anger a god would be nothing short of suicide. Which left only one logical course of action...

"We... got in through the front door," Leon said, his voice far more normal than it was mere minutes ago, although it did betray an obvious sign of nervousness. "I'm not sure where the others are at the moment though; the moment they helped me into this bed, I went out like a light. For all I know they're long gone, although I doubt they would leave me behind." He then fell silent, not knowing exactly how to continue.
Well, there's a thing. Leon is such a butt monkey :P
For most of the time, Leon had no idea what was happening mere feet away from him. That is, until he rolled on to his side and, as fate would have it, placed his face straight in the path of one of the beams of light produced by GM's laptop -- something which, as you might expect, tends to wake up people pretty fast. With a moan, the young man slowly opened his eyes, then immediately squeezed them shut again while placing his hand in front of his face to block out the bright light. "What the... Turn that light off," he moaned, his voice still heavy with sleep -- this same drowsyness causing him to not realise the situation he was in since earlier that day, situation in which blindly calling out to people you have no idea who they are is a very bad idea indeed. What idiot is aiming a flashlight at me anyway? Still half asleep, he pushed himself upright and took a look at the source of the light from an angle that wouldn't blind him, hoping that this would allow him to identify said source of light.
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...Oh, fuck my life.
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