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Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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What for? Unless you're responsible for us all being here, which I doubt, an apology isn't necessary. Simply be more careful.

[Her hand moves absentmindedly to the back of her head where she rubs gently at her skull, an unconscious attempt to ease the nagging headache. The action lifts her cloak somewhat, giving glimpses of stylish, well-tailored clothes that wouldn't have been out of place in the salons and parlours of the forties and fifties.]

Perhaps less force... unless you'd care to apply it in assisting to find an exit.

[Sam doesn't miss the flash of vintage clothing, but doesn't think much of it beyond finding it a little unusual.

...Not... that any of what was happening seemed normal to begin with.]

Hey, I'm all for getting out of here as soon as possible. [He catches her rubbing at her head, and frowns softly.]

You all right?

[A small frown is directed at the rubble and disoriented people in the room. Some tiny part of that frown is because she's a snob and he's an American, by his accent, but that's habit more than anything else.] You and everybody else, it seems. No one has managed it thus far, though I do believe I spy some doors on that far wall...

[With her hand still in her hair, Narcissa realises she can't bluff her way out of this one, so opts for non-committal, instead.]

Hmm? Oh, it's nothing that isn't bothering everybody else, from what I gather.

[She's sure he has a headache, too.]

[At the mention of the doors, Sam glances over at the far corner of the room. He frowns thoughtfully, then sweeping his gaze to the other side of the room to fix on other set of doors on the far end.]

I see them. [And they're all wide open. What sorcery is this.] Weird. It's almost like they aren't even trying to keep us locked up.

[He turns back to Narcissa.]

So everyone that woke up... woke up with a headache?

Edited 2012-01-22 09:27 (UTC)

Others have mentioned there to be corridors and such, so it would seem we're in some sort of castle or fortress. That in itself suggests defensibility, which I'm sure translates into "have fun trying to escape".

[Irritation quirks the corner of her mouth.]

As near as I can tell, yes. [Which is all the admission she'll make of her own throbbing skull. Without her magic working, she has no wish to claim weakness in front of those whose offensive abilities she knows nothing about.]

Guess so. [He puffs out a breath. A castle or fortress. Damn.]

Whoever managed this has some serious manpower at their disposal. [He doesn't mention the second and third conclusions his mind jumped to (magics and the involvement of really powerful gods, respectively) because he doesn't know how Narcissa might take them.]

There's easily forty people here.

[She gives him a measuring look. He appears to be relatively calm, so she's not too worried about dropping this particular bomb.]

One person I've spoken to is from a time eight hundred years before my own. I think it's safe to say that something more than manpower brought us here.

[He wasn't expecting that, but he's honestly glad that Narcissa's suspicions seem to be along the same lines as his own.]

..Oh. [A beat.]

You're sure they were sincere? Not to disregard what you experienced, but it's a little hard to believe, you know?

His clothes and manner of speech suggest he was, and there's no reason, given current circumstances, for him to have created an elaborate ruse.

[She wrinkles her nose, and smoothes her cloak.]

I daresay we've more immediate concerns, though.

[He can't imagine a more immediate concern than the idea of waking up in the past, or distant future.]

Wait. [He makes a gesture, as if stopping her from moving the conversation onward.] I'm from 2008-– What year are you from?

[It did occur to Narcissa that since she is from the future for some people, there'd be others who are further along than her - but actually thinking about twenty years from now is a little startling. She doesn't show it, though, other than a slight widening of her eyes. It's swiftly covered with what might be considered a rueful smile - for her vanity, if nothing else. She'd be in her forties by then.]

It's nineteen seventy-six at home... or it was when I awoke this morning.

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herp derp sorry, tagging at 4AM is clearly a bad idea! ;;

bleargh so early! or late, as the case may be...

by that point i think it'd be fair to say "both" 8(

aww, that is no bueno

Eep, sorry for the epic late! ;_; I was dealing with my first and second weeks of school.

RL is important!

Important but terribly inconvenient :(

Just like work and my timezone? :) back tagging ftw