Faelan Kincaid would grin wide to Fidgettes curiosity. "You will find out." He shot her a wink, his gaze turning once again to the floor below as he flicked his coin into the air. It crested at eye level however it did not descent, but rather continued to spin end over end in the air, faster and faster until suddenly... It stopped and a ripple passed through the air around them. The day would have been an ordinary day, one like any other. That is until new arrivals had decided to take their first step onto the crossroads. Whether arriving in a group or individually, once the were engulfed in the swirling mists, they were completely and utterly alone. The fog covered forest was the normal scenery to surround the silver Coin. But even the most regular of customers could sense something was off. Something was missing. Where the Hell was the Coin? Since it's creation, all who came -Either by accident or on purpose- stood before the lone building. Yet walking the path yielded no Coin, just the endless mist and forest. <c>
[15:35:35]Faelan Kincaid: To those already present, then something... Odd would begin to happen. It was subtle at first, glasses and small trinkets dispersing into nothing but a fine mist. Then the furniture, anything large and not tied down to the floors or walls itself. And even they would evaporate within a few moments. Everything disappearing until each one of them stood alone, on the wooded paths which made up the crossroads. To those common to the Coin, they would have felt sensations such as this at one point or another, Fae showing himself off to a potential 'client'.

Suddenly, a strange silhouette would appear in the distance. Walking towards it, one would be able to see a faintly glowing screen taking up the top portion of the large shape. Drawing closer, one would be able to tell that the odd box was, in fact, an old arcade system, standing proud in the center of the crossroads. The machine was plain and lacked any form of decal to tell which particular game it was. Where was it even getting power from anyways? Even the glowing screen was bare except for two flashing words. Insert Coin. A single silver coin stood on the screen's bottom framework, leaning on the glass. Again, no Silver Coin in sight.<c>
[15:36:02]Faelan Kincaid: If unsure, one could simply return the way they came, or perhaps take one of the three other paths which branched out in the four cardinal directions. But the futility would soon be discovered for no matter which route they took, a few minutes of walking through the mist brought them once again to the arcade and it's flashing words Insert Coin!!!... Were those exclamation points always there? It appeared there was only one choice. To pick up the coin and insert it into the machine. The words would change on the display, Ready Player One? replacing the last. For controls, there was no joystick, nor gun. In fact, all there was, was a single green button with "Ready" printed on its face. When pressed, nothing seemed to happen. Suddenly a blindingly bright light emitted from the monitor before their whole world went dark and silent. Even the earthly fresh scent of the forest gave way to the over powering stench of sewage and mildew.<c>
[15:36:33]Faelan Kincaid: They would all wake up to find themselves in a dim, glow stick lit room. Pipes from the ceiling occasionally dripped an uncertain liquid onto the ground around them. None of them were dressed as they had been but rather a mix and match assortment of twenty first century apparel ranging from business casual and high school chiqu, to wanna be military and clearly homeless. There was even a cross dresser. Poor Turk, drawing the metaphorical short straw and sporting a skirt -with torn hose- and a filthy tube top. Why? Why not.

Any which were more than human suddenly found themselves to be... Lacking, their innate abilities and magics. Where would the fun be if they had their powers? Instead, the room was littered with various combat implements. Baseball bat, crow bar. A bloodied four by four and more lay about. Three pistols lay on a table beside a wind-up radio. No spare magazines and the ones in them were fully loaded. One in the chamber. Just what was going on? Where were they and why the hell were they here?<e>

[15:38:48] Turk looked about while he adjusted to the light of the Coin and then looked down to his phone, call after call from a contact. He seemed to have not been able to be there for the person when they needed him, whatever. He sighed lightly as he kept his hood up and would cover his face, two deals going bad together one after the other. He was lucky the pole didn't break any of his bones. some of his fingers were wrapped as to let the cuts heal. He pulled a cigarette out and stared at it while he grit his teeth. It seemed since he started coming to the coin he had a string of bad encounters, maybe he wasn't focused? Nah fuck that! It couldn't be him. He lit up the cigarette and relaxed while he stretched his arms out along the back of the couch with the cigarette between his lips. "Mmmm... Fuck.." He said gently before letting the smoke escape. He would begin to flick at his phone and look at various different things. He had a few online deals being made and he would work through those.

[15:46:11]Fidgette: - She had one minute been floating next to Fae, questioning him on his thoughts when the next minute, she was waking up the smell of leaking rot and the trickling sounds of old water from burst pipes. She had felt like she had been hit with a ton of bricks. Her body heavy, and stiff as she was no longer floating in the air but actually laying on the dank and dirty ground of the dark lit room. No.. This wasn't happening. The little pink haired Goddess sat up and looked around quickly. She didn't feel right, this didn't feel right. What happened to her powers?! Stolen! Blasphemy! And what in the living fuck was she wearing?! She seemed to be the first one jolted awake after they were sent to the strange new ' World' Or game as it seemed, standing to her feet and trying to brush down a skirt that was obviously meant for some pedophiles wet dream, down over her ass a little more. Her tailw as missing, hand flew up to her face, her horn was gone too. She looked at the bodies littering the room with her before noticing weaponry in the corner. - What in the hell..

[15:49:45] Turk blinks quickly as he feels different. He was laying now and was slightly cold at his thighs and arms. He was awake! What the fuck happened. He pushed off the ground and winced before he pushed his hands to his lower back and began to let it pop. He turned and saw Cuups up and then saw the others laying there. He blinked a moment and that rush of cold hit him again. He looked down and stared to his attire. He jumped and looked for a place to hide but sadly there was not one, though there was a dinged up bat. He picked it up and squeezed the rubber handle before swinging it. He felt stupid and looked to what Cuups got put it, maybe they could switch attire. "Is this one of your tricks Cuups?"

[15:54:31]Squeeker: -Her mouth kind of just hung open for a moment, staring at Jade. This woman, this very crippled woman, was very much alive in all aspects of living her life. Shaking her head, she motioned for her friend to wheel her happy ass around the bar, and get to sitting herself on the other side.- Trust me when I say, the boss will handle it. Because, he will. -She didn't have time to get her answer, because time and reality was ripped away from her. She had no idea where they were, or why she was suddenly waking up. Furrowing her brows, and rubbing her head, she went to look for anything, something, and she found nothing. What she did find, though, was her clothes were not as she remembered them. She was wearing military styled boots, with fishnet stockings that were ripped everywhere. She had on a pleated skirt with chains hanging around her and a baby doll tee that made her tits look way bigger than they actually were. Gasping, her hair was in pig tails on the side of her head and curly.- Son of a bitch! -Her fists slammed down on the floor, and she looked around to see a Turk, dressed sexier than she was, and Cupid...- You did this, didn't you pixie?!

[16:00:36]Jadena: She smiled faintly at her friend as she rolled around to the other side of the Bar. Just as she opened her mouth to say something amazing, reality started slipping away. She woke up collapsed on the floor of this new room, and groaned as she pushed herself to sit up. She looked around, as she tried to get her bearings. "Did I get.. really drunk?" she says, as she starts to look a bit worried and stressed out, "Where is my wheelchair? Where are my clothes?!" she says, as she realizes her clothes were completely different. She was wearing a black tank-top, loose fitting pants with leg braces on her legs, and thank the heavens: A bra underneath the tanktop. She pats her self down as she looks around in a panic still, apparently more worried about her missing wheelchair then anything else. She locks eyes on Meg with her slutty new outfit, "Megs! Where is my wheelchair?!"

[16:13:37] Isaac Kingsford III opened his eye and say up, his sharp perception taking note of everyone and everything in his surrounding, including his attire. He'd be wearing a sleeveless, white button up shirt with a red tie around his neck, a green hoodie tied around his waist, a pair of baggy and ripped black cargo pants, and fancy black dress shoes. His arms now bare all of his scars would be visible. The few that would stand out would seem to trail fully up his arms from some terrible accident and some from some sort of burning, the skin in patches raised and warped as if melted or shifted by heat. He'd raise to his feet and grab one of the novelty swords, giving a sigh of disappointment, these were barely even worth being called weapons. The only thing useful being their appropriate weight. He would make due, taking one of the pistols as well, seeming to know what it was to some degree. That being done he'd look to his company, "Bickering does us no good. If she had caused the problem why would she be here and as confused as you? Try not to jump to conclusions." He'd say with a smile, the confidence and peace returning to his character.

[16:20:06]Bali: She had just entered the room when suddenly she was whirled away to someplace different. It almost felt like one of her teleports but...much more painful. With a thud she would sit on the ground, leaning forward to rub her bottom before the stench would hit her nose. "What the..." And much like the epidemic going on with the others she was now not in her normal attire. She pulled herself up against a cold wall and looked down at herself. She was no longer in her bunny hoodie and jeans but a full footsie pajama bunny outfit complete with a cotton tail. Her eyes then wandered to the others as she only found one familiar face....Tuck....and he was in a dress. She covered her mouth about to bust up in laughter. "Oh god...Turk...you should wear that more often." She teased.

[16:22:52] BerserkerGreen had just closed the door behind him, and began to turn around to dowse his sorrows in some booze when ......The cold floor reaked of something death itself with cringe its nose at, it was cold and was kinda sticky...Letting out a soft breath, he opens his eyes staring right into a wall.."The fuck?"He thought to himself, as he tried to recollect the last few moments and try to begin to understand the situation, he hears various mumblings and movement behind him.."Fuck..." He knew he was not alone..were they friend or foe...? Rather than take the chance right away and get up and move, he decided to lay there staring at the wall pretending to still be out for the moment..He kept his focus on his ears. the wall in front of him becoming a blanket of darkenss as he tried to try to discern words and try to make out just what the fuck has happened.

[16:48:27] Simon Fink stumbled around in the darkness, making his way to the nearest wall and began to violently vomit. Dimensional travel always messed with his stomach. Well at least that explained the change of scenery, Simon tried desperately to clear the fog in his head. He vaguely remembered traveling on a strange path and an old Arcade Cabinet. The words "Silver Coin" fluttered in his brain for a moment but they held no meaning to him. When he finally came to his senses he found himself in an unfamilar sewer, dressed in rags. A drab old miltary jacket hung losely over a tattered shirt, a pair of soiled sweatpants completed the look, "What... what in the fuck!?" He exclaimed, tugging at his greasy black beard, "Could have sworn I shaved this morning... where in the hell am I?" The sound of other voices broke him from his thoughts, "Well it least I'm not alone in this hell hole," he absent mindly scratched his stump of a left arm, the cold always bothered the old wound. Three years and could still fell the phantom limb, "Well now," Simon exclaimed picking up an iron pipe he found on the ground, "Let's go meet the neighbors." He walked toward the sound of the voices hoping to finally get some answers.

[16:52:03]Faelan Kincaid: The words Isaac spoke were true. However the concept of everyone blaming the Goddess for what happened was more than amusing to the only notable character not there, Faelan. No, the silver eyed male was no where to be seen, though the only one who had even witnessed him at the Coin was the Goddess everyone blamed, which even increased the amusement of the ever watchful Story Teller. As they all came to and began to look around their surroundings more. They would noticed that the door -which seemed to have been barred from their side- had splattering of blood around the frame and edge of the door. Just what exactly was going on? If they decided to wind up the radio, they would receive mostly static on all stations, possibly thanks to being underground, however they were able to find a station which seemed to be repeating an emergency broadcast alter, no particular subject mentioned. Could have been a test...<c>
[16:53:14]Faelan Kincaid: Whenever they had decided that it was time to finish introductions and wanted to leave the room, they would have to first remove the boards nailed into the frame awkwardly. The outside was not the sewer some would have suspected, but what appeared to be the sub basement of a parking garage. Three flashlights lay on the ground, pointed outward in an arc away from the room and into the darkness, the LED's being the floors only illumination. All was still, all was quiet. Few cars were scattered in the parking spots on the floor. All were empty. One however had a busted front window, its door slightly ajar and smatterings of blood on the ground which headed up the ramp. Painted numbers and letters on the walls and columns indicated that wherever they were, they were definitely on 3B.<e>

[16:58:03] Turk grit his teeth at the remark he would receive before looking to Isaac. He grit his teeth as the man got something masculine. He relaxed and then spoke. "Shut up Bali." a few of his fingers still wrapped and fresh cuts along his face, neck and arms, now all visible. He clenched his bat and scoffed at them before he spoke. "I gotta get out of here." The hot head would reach to find no pockets, which meant no cigarettes. He was about to collapse and cry but instead he looked to them and rose a brow while he stared at the group and then turned to the door and grinned. He was angry and he saw way out and so he walked over and examined the wood before he tested to see how old it was. Either way he used his hands and began to tug at the wood and feel it begin to wiggle, the street thug grit his teeth and swung his bat to hit the sides of the wood and it would loosen further till the boards were falling off and he would push through the door.

[17:01:35]Fidgette: -Her eyes widen at Turk as he woke up and stood, finally getting a good glimpse at what he was wearing. He looked sillier than she did, although the skirt and thigh high stockings she was wearing actually looked good on her. She giggled, putting her hands up to her mouth to try and cover it up.- Nope, this isn't one of my tricks..- She noticed Turk grab a weapon and shuffled over to the supplies. Glancing around the things given to use before she found a set of bow and arrows. This would do her nicely. The pack of arrows were draped over her shoulder as she gripped the bow in one hand. She heard Squeeks stir to life and start accusing her for all of this. Why on earth would she be here, dressed like a punky school girl if she was the cause? - Obviously, this is a lesson learned type thing, and we've gotta figure it out. Why I was drug into it, I don't have a clue, but I'm not liking it any more than you are, Barkeep! -She eyed Megan. Flicking some of those pink locks behind her shoulder with a faint smirk tugging up at her lips. Hearing the others start to moan and groan around them as they came to.- If this was my fault, you and Turk would wake up naked, laying atop one another in the corner, just so I could watch the surprise and awkwardness between you both when you woke up. So maybe you should take a good look around and tell me who's not here right now. We just need to work together, as awful as that may be. Standing here arguing isn't going to get us anywhere. -She agree'd with Isaac, thankful that someone wasn't pointing fingers at her, although she didn't have a clue who he was. She watched as the Delivery boy seemed to get claustrophobic and antsy, quickly finding a way out of the room they had been dropped in.-

[17:07:04]Squeeker: -Jade came into view for her, and she shook her head slowly.- I don't know.. hey your legs! Look at your legs! -She squealed, pointing her slinder finger in the direction of the braces.- Can you walk? I mean, can you do that?! -She'd never once in her life seen Jade walk, and this was a moment to be cherished if she got to see it. That didn't stop her from taking in the rest of the room. They were a strange bunch. Some she knew, most she didn't, and Fae was nowhere to be found. Her earlier assessment of the Cupid playing a love game on them was diminished into something else entirely. She thought to herself that perhaps it was the Cupid, working for Fae to punish them. But then, them would only be Turk and herself. Who were these other people. Turk wasted no time. He was pounding on the door with his bat, and the wood was splintering and breaking around them. The Pixie was right. She was blaming the wrong person, but she was piecing it together much too late. Standing up herself, she avoided some of the falling debris and pushed herself over to the table. She didn't even bother dusting herself off. No need to look good in a world like this, though, her gothic attire wasn't all that bad. Cupid took the bow and arrow, so she pulled off the crow bar. It was heavy, but that was all right. It just meant that it packed a punch.- Hey guys, there's weapons here. Take your pick, if you can somehow get around the wild woman in the corner over there.. -She motioned to Turk.-

[17:17:15]Jadena: Jadena looked down at her legs, and wiggled them a little bit, then frowned, "This is wrong! All wrong!" she said, her face becoming beat red with angry and frustration. She grabs onto something and pulls herself up, and stands on her legs. She looks very unsteady, "These are -not- superior to my wheel chair." she says, hobbling over to the table and resting herself against it. She grabs one of the pistols and checks it over, making sure it was functional and or loaded. She clicks the safety on and holds it at her side, "I really hope we find a wheel chair out there." she said, tapping her braces with the piston frustratedly.
[17:24:15] Isaac Kingsford III would sigh a bit, the crowd seeming familiar with one another for the most part, himself seeming to be the odd man out. That didn't matter right now though, he turned his eye to a loose pipe and put the pistol away into the folds of his tired hoodie. He'd walk over to the pipe and take hold of it, ripping it free from the wall. It's be nearly as tall as he was, a temporary substitute to his staff for now. That being said he'd also tuck the horrible sword into the side of his tied hoodie on his left hip, now turning his attention to the outside world. Now prepared he'd step out after Turk, scanning the area with his keen eye, bending down to pick up a flashlight to quickly scan the remainder of their surroundings carefully. Perhaps he would search the strange wagons in the area, not understanding what the cars were, assuming they were carriages without horses.

[17:36:05] BerserkerGreen as the group fuddled with the door, blaming each other and figuring out that everyone else was in the same boat, he slowly got up on to his knee, his head still a bit foggy, shaking his head he then realizes he is even wearing different clothes, He scoffs at his new threads. A button down long sleeve white T with light blue pinstripes rolled up to the elbows, a pair of light tan cargo shorts and a pair of white Addidas, and a hemp necklace to boot he perked his eyes at his attire, slowly getting up to his feet, feeling more like a Alpha Phi Gamma reject, he scans the room at the random group of people, some of them that appear to already know each other, taking note of everyone, He would nod at any who would look his way, He saw some by the front door,"At least someone was already working on a way out" He thought to himself as the clanging of metal heard in the corner drew his eyes to the weaponry scattered about, nodding he walked over to pick his weapon of choice "Obviously we're going to have to fight something...at some point" he thought to himself as he reached down and picked up a 2 headed war axe,"What if its each other?"He paused for a moment hoping that wasn't the case reaching back down he picked up a pair of short daggers one in each back pocket"Just in case"he thought to himself as he walked over toward the group by the door.

[17:49:36] Simon Fink struck his pipe against the wall a couple of times, trying to get everyone in the rooms attention, "GOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM!" his voiced boomed in the confines of the room they were in, "Now that I have your attention.... would someone kindly just explain what in the fuck is happening here?" He eyed everyone in the room individually, sizing them up, "And is anyone else curious as to why the door was sealed from the inside? Something don't feel right about that."

[17:53:12]Faelan Kincaid: -Everything seemed to be going as planned, one gun remained unclaimed, and two flashlights still sat outside the door, three items which would be ill advised to leave behind. A few miscellaneous close range weapons remained, however everyone seemed to have selected their choices so all would be well. At least, for now that is. Fae pondered idly to himself if they would check any of the car's during their search of this level and the others. The majority of them contained junk, useless and unimportant. However, if they were lucky enough to not only search the cars, but search these, even after the other failed attempts, they would discover a sum total of 4 first aid kits found in the trunk, along side spare batteries and tire irons. The sudden banging of pipe on wall and the loud yell echoed from the open door of the room and into the dark parking garage beyond. Was that the smartest idea of grabbing everyone attention considering the barred and bloodied door he had just himself pointed out? Probably not... At least for now it seemed that none but the rest of the group had heard.

[18:02:04]Fidgette: -She wasn't quick to leave safety of the room, letting a few of the guys go out first before she stepped out, Picking up one of the flashlights outside of the door and tying it to her belt loop. It was a good way to hold it while her hands were full. There were some things you just don't run head first into and that was dark unknown places. Specially when you had no camouflage reflexes anymore. The cupid couldn't just vanish in thin air like she was used to doing. She drew one of the seven arrows from the pack draped over her back and notched it on the string, drawing it halfway back as she studied the surroundings they had stepped into, noticing the finer details, the blood and smashed up vehicles. What in the world was happening here. She would suddenly hear the banging coming from the room and jumped. Turning on her heel to glare at the man causing all the ruckus.- REALLY?! Shut the ever living fuck up mister, you're going to attract whatever it was that we had tried to keep out in the first place!

[18:07:36]Squeeker: -They were stupid, the lot of them. Or she was stupid, because she didn't take any other weapons. She'd find something else later. What she did take, though, was some of the splintered wood. She picked it up, and wrapped it in one of the the bandannas she had around her thigh. Clever girl, whomever this girl was, and then followed suit much like Cupid and placed it on her belt, tying it in. They might need that for help with a fire later. Nobody could know for certain. She followed right after Cupid did, moving out the door to explore the territory. There were abandoned cars in the area away from the ... hospital? This didn't seem good. She'd seen enough ghost hunting shows in her life, and participated in enough of the paranormal to know that nothing good ever came from mental institutions. Shuddering, she wondered if Fae secretly knew that she'd vowed to never, under any circumstance, investigate one of those wretched hives of scum and... well, nevermind. She lingered too long, eyeing one of the vehicles. Tugging on Cupid's arm, she looked behind her to Jadena and motioned forward. The boys would be boys. The girls would be smart.-

[18:15:14]Jadena: Jadena fumbled around a bit trying to find somewhere secure to put the gun, eventually settling on wedging it between her leg and leg-brace, and securing it in place, using the brace like a makeshift holster. Assuming no one else wanted it, or knew how to use it, She grabbed the other gun that no one wanted, and holstered it in the other leg's leg brace. She made sure they were both nice and secure as she walked, and frowned as she followed the others out the door, practically having to relearn how to walk as she hobbled. She knelt down to pick up the remaining flashlight, and turned it on and off pointed at the ground to make sure it worked, then clutched it close. She hobbled as fast as she could to catch up to Squeeker and Cupid, stumbling a bit here and there. Her brow furrowed as she scanned the area visually, searching for something, anything, to help her.

[18:25:04] Isaac Kingsford III would look among the rest of the company, assessing their values individually. Turk seemed strong but his lack of caution was, frankly, disturbing. Squeeker seemed a natural leader, or perhaps a banner carrier, not quite sure of how to advance. Fidgette seemed out of her element, though she had a cautious head on her shoulders. Jadena seemed eager enough but she wasn't going anywhere fast with those bracers. With these things in mind he would beat Squeeker's group to the punch, quickly going through each and every vehicle, as if he was used to such activities, though in a less modern setting. Upon finding one of the medkits he'd only take one for himself, lifting his up to the group, "Here. Found something useful." With that he'd turn his attention to scavenging as much as possible, getting into one of the vehicles with relatively durable seat covering and started desecrating it, using his sword to hack and cut up the leathery substances weakly, the edge barely good to shred the pieces. But it'd do the trick as he opened his medkit and grabbed the needle and thread, using it to sew together a make-shift backpack for himself, which upon completing he'd place his medkit into along with a bunch of stuffing from the back seat he tore up, along with a few of the springs and belt mechanisms he found. He'd even rip out some of the wiring and keep that as well. All before emerging back to the small store room to grab a few more items and place in his bag.

[18:27:25] BerserkerGreen had stepped right past the girl with the bow and arrow, taking note of those with the flashlights...It's not that he didn't need it, of course he did, He just didn't want to be a beacon and attract whatever it was that was lurking out there.As long as he kept track of who had what, if they fall, god forbid, He knew what he neeeded to scavange or inforom someone to get. When the sudden booming of the pipe landing against the wall, and the loud voice erupting from the vetran, and the voice of the girl yelling back at him filling the place with an echoing alarm saying "DINNER TIME" made him jump, He perked a brow at the man, everyone else seemed to be fending for themselves, but teamwork..that's what will get us out, so he replied to the loud voice "We're just as lost as you my friend, but I'd advise against alarming anything else out there, if it's not already too late" He turned back to the outside world, following the few that were already ahead of him,"Not first, not last...that's how you make it "he said to himself as he continued on, clutching the firemans axe in his hand.He continued walking looking over the cars as he walked past"Surely, these have already been rummaged through"he thought, picking up his pace to keep up with the group.

[18:57:41]Faelan Kincaid: He chuckled silently to himself, watching and listening to everything that unfolded with obvious amusement. their interactions were something, old faces mixed with new, it was going to be interesting to see how they all worked with each other. He was pleased when some began to search the vehicles for supplies. Isaac was one to keep his eye on, the male was a natural scavenger and was certainly set to fair better than some of the others considering what was in store for them all. Everything remained calm and quiet -albeit oddly silent and the darkness did not help much- as they continued to move. By the time they reached 1B, one floor below street level, the scent of smoke and burning was starting to become prevalent. The gagging smells of plastics, hairs, and skin mixed with the slightly hazy air around them. Was that screaming they heard in the background? Suddenly the sound of... something hitting the side of a van came from the left, the only windows of the vehicle were blocked y newspapers, some of which had been splattered in blood.