[So, this guy woke up in room 802. This guy has no idea what the heck is going on, or even who he is, which is alarming and scary and...annoying? So, after putting some clothes on, he wanders out into the hallway to get someone's attention. Now he could be quiet and civilized about it, but he is a Pendragon who is scared and annoyed, so of course he must be alarmist and loud and pushy]

To whomever brought me here, if you're not half as stupid as I assume you are you'll show yourselves immediately. [although, even if he's not sure why, there is still a gallant knightly streak in him somewhere] As for anyone else who was brought here against their will, there's nothing to fear if you come out now. I promise, you will be protected from whatever ridiculous games our captors are playing at.

[The people in charge have to be captors, right? He can't even recall who he is, let alone why he's here. But he has to believe whatever brought him here is also responsible for why he can't remember anything. The alternatives are far worse and make him feel far more helpless, so he's ignoring those possibilities for now]

[1007 was in her room, and was content to stay there. Until now.

Anyone on the 10th floor will see the door to 1007 abruptly slide open, much faster than it was ever intended to be opened, and it connects with its internal stopper with a "crack!" and a "slam!" as the black-haired occupant barrels out of there as fast as her short little legs will carry her.

To her credit, she doesn't scream - doesn't make any noise whatsoever, save for her heavy and rapid breathing, but her bright red eyes are as wide as saucers and she looks as though she's just been witness to something too horrible for words. She's also trembling so violently that she can't even keep her balance, and she trips, dropping to her knees in the middle of the hallway. That doesn't stop her. She spins around and begins crawling backwards, away from her room, until her back is pressed up against the entrance to the porch.

She's not moving. She refuses. She will sit here, trembling, knees drawn up tightly against her chest, and stare down the hallway with wide eyes until she finds somewhere safe to go. Anywhere... please...

And... it may be incredibly faint, but are there quiet whispers of a song coming from that room...? No, maybe you're just imagining things... ]


((OoC: Anyone who looks into room 1007 will see that it's been entirely turned into this place - the Crescent Chronicle, from her home world. In addition, there are grathnode crystals growing from the walls - just... pretend that picture is red in color. Since there are no good images of an actual grathnode crystal. sigh, obscure canon woes...))

[He knows what it is, and he knows that no one should have it- though he doesn't know why. He also knows that it makes him angry. He doesn't know about that, either.

But there goes 404 on the Plane, holding a device that he calmly carries over to the beach, puts on the ground, goes to find a rock, and proceeds to violently smash it.

Yup. No more of that.

He stands up straighter, throws the rock over his shoulder, dusts of his hands, and glares at the pieces with the pissiest look his face can possibly muster.]



OOC: Agent K got a cosmic integrator. Unfortunately his head is a little messed up when it comes to fear, as I babble about in his psychology, so he's just angry.