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It is the year 2045. Since the year 2023, Singularity Technologies has been the single largest stock owners in the world. Known more commonly as “Sin Tech”, they a company based on creating solar-powered technology for the government and even the common citizen. This massive super-corporation has had direct involvement with the government since 2025. From that point on, street police and human military began to dwindle in number as they were replaced by SIN Tech War-Machines™ and androids.

Magic returned to the world during this time. Elves, orcs, dwarves, trolls, magicians and other such people were born to human parents. Strange magical creatures appeared throughout the world. Sin Tech was one of the major contributors in the organization of the ‘Underworlders’, or those born of other races. Underworlders live with restrictions in order to prevent them from being a danger to the rest of humanity.

Slowly, Sin Tech began to have more and more influence over the government; eventually the military and the working folk relied more and more on their technologies. Soon, Sin Tech devices became a major part of daily life for every citizen. This isn’t to say that Sin Tech is without opposition. Several have found the inner workings of Sin Technologies more than a little suspicious; people have protested the conversion of the police and military, fearing that next, androids may replace them in their day-to-day jobs. Since then, the media has turned its eye on the corporation and its functions.

For whatever reason, you find yourself going to the Sin Tech headquarters in the City of Inspiration. Upon entry of the blue and white spire, the doors lock behind you. A gas fills the entry room, and the world goes black...


Rules:

No godmodding
I am Gamemaster, hear me roar.
Please keep up be mindful of people’s posting rates; IRL takes time and all.
Feel free to ask me if you need help. It’s what the GM is there for.
Please stick to one to two characters. OR however many you can keep up with.
Post out of character using OOC.


Character Sheet:

Name:
Age: (you'll be 20 years old or younger if you are an Underworlder)
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:
Occupation:
Brief Background:
Personality:
Other:

Name: Farros Felvyn

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Gnome

Appearance: Farros is a relatively small creature, common for his kind, standing at a mere 3'3" in height and weighing 42 lbs. He is fairly slim, given to his active and fit life style. Despite being a very child-like height, his physique is more aligned to an adult, meaning his anatomy is more defined such as longer legs, toned chest, etc. His eyes are a dull and earthy brown in colour, and are by no means wide and cheery. His expression is often grim, his eyes narrowed on others. He has thick and ragged brown hair with sideburns well etched on to his face. He has a short, but thick beard on his chin, a beard which while he has no desire to grow out any further, he has even less of a desire to shave away. Unlike many other mythical creatures, he has no particularly non-human traits, given his kind is very human-like in appearance.
He dresses in often dull colour, brown being his favourite colour of choice. This is a combined reasoning of brown being a preferred colour of choice and a wonderful way to blend in to a natural environment. He wears a full body coat, a coat which he keeps buttoned at all times and held strongly in place by two thick belts. He does indeed wear a shirt underneath, but it is nothing more than a dirty, light brown t-shirt. He also wears pants of a similar light brown in colour to his undershirt which tuck into his tall, shiny boot - brown if you haven't guessed. He wears a large strap around his chest which holds several small satchels where he can store a variety of supplies, including tools, medicines, and food. He keeps a pair of goggles strapped around his head, goggles he primarily uses in crafting, absolutely refusing to remove them even if not currently being fully worn. Finally, he wears a very faded brown scarf, used to keep him warm in the cold weather he often travels in - though it also doubles as a fashionable accessory.

Occupation: Apprentice Engineer

Brief Background: When he was first born, his parents were none the wiser to his gnomish nature and he spent the early years of his childhood treated as a human, given not a second glance. At a very young age, he quickly took an interest in dissecting his toys apart. While his plan was to put them back together, his parents would often become frustrated with the young boy, thinking him to be destructive, and confiscating his toys from him on numerous occasions. As he grew older, though, his parents started realizing a drastic difference in the boy. He was not getting taller. As other kids sprang up in height, their little one stayed locked into a short stature, struggling to gain inches and slowly becoming dwarfed by other children. He was also developing oddly mature hobbies, seeking an interest in work over play. The final straw was drawn when the child started growing facial hair far too young. Much time was spent searching around before they finally got the answer. Their child was a gnome. His parents shifted the way they raised their child, applying him for crafting jobs and forgoing an education in favour of that. For many years Farros was distances from his parents, though by no means saddened by it. He spent much time crafting for others, and while many were wary to allow a child - nonetheless a mythical creature - build for them, he showed great prowess in it. At eighteen, however, he expressed an interest in challenging himself even further, denoting that small crafting jobs were entertaining, but did not make full use of his abilities. As such, he entered into a career as an apprentice to an engineer, and for the time - slightly over a year - that he was working there, he grasped the ropes quickly, and others started to see him as a threat. The young boy was learning too quickly, stepping ahead of the others, and professional engineers looked to the future, seeing he might one day derail them. Nonetheless, he worked on cheerfully.

Personality: Despite the way he adamantly glares at a good portion of people, he is deep within a very pleasant man, if not incredibly serious about work over play. He is actually an adamantly good socialist, a friendly being who will respectfully listen and respond accordingly. He is, however, very distrusting of many species, finding foe in several other beings, mythical and not. Since he dislikes fighting, he opts to hide, scuttling past those who would do him harm. He will quietly watch others while going about his business, waiting to see how they approach him first. He is a very dedicated worker, taking every job given to him completely seriously. Even as a child, he was a worker in mindset, though still a bit of a rascal deep within. In his free time, which he honestly doesn't give himself enough of, he's a bit silly in nature, enjoying a good joke of even the lowest quality and finding humour in harmless pranks. Due to his mixed personality of serious workaholic and playful trickster, he can get along well with any age, as long as they're nice to him. He is easily offended, but usually will not retaliate verbally. Upset him, however, and you may be suffering an immature prank in the future, courtesy of the fellow you upset.

Other: He is very close to nature, preferring animals - particularly burrowing ones - and plants over people. As such, he gets along well with very animal-like mythical beings of the Earth or plant-like creatures. While he avoids combat, if forced to fight, he would most prefer a hammer as a weapon of choice.

Name: Owen Valentin
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Troll
Appearance: Owen is tall compared to an average human - stretching 6’3”. At 80 lbs, he is very lean and thin with a slight slouch, acquired from constant ducking and looking down. His skin is a pale brown and he has dark honey coloured eyes to match, but contrasting he has medium length black hair, that is licked up, backwards and down. He has two curved tusks shooting up from his bottom lip; the left tusk reaches to the same level as his nose whereas the right tusk barely sticks out above his top lip, about half the size of the other. A shade of dulled, weakened brown covers the horns above his ears that are very thick at the base, but as they curl outwards they get thinner to a sharp point. His facial features - especially his pointed ‘elf-like’ ears - are generally very sharp with the except of his thicker, rounded lower lip that supports his tusks with an underbite. Further down his body, he sports two small black and white tattoos on the underside of his wrists of two crocodiles in the style and form of yin and yang.
Typically, he tends to wears tank tops of varying colours, albeit they are all dark shades. To hold up his pants (which are normally jeans, sweatpants or board shorts) he wears leather belts with large designer buckles. Owen loves jewelry, and is commonly seen wearing a shark tooth necklace around his neck, as well as three matching gold rings; two on his right hand’s ring and middle fingers and one on his left hand’s pinky finger. For footwear, he simply wears whatever feels comfortable or appropriate for his day; chilling out? Socks. Going to be doing lots of running? Sneakers, etc.
Occupation: Drug cartel ‘Falcon’*
Brief Background: For someone born an Underworlder, Owen’s childhood could have definitely been considered pleasant. Raised in a slum town where humans were the minority, he lived with his single mother who was a struggling author, bouncing between customer service jobs. He loved his mother and his community very much, embracing the fact that they were all different and unique rather than fueling self-doubt. A very outgoing child, he would sometimes return very late from school sporting activities or from playing pranks on other families with friends and continuously worried his mother sick, but despite this was well received by other slum-goers.
One day, when he was 12, Owen returned from his school to see a very important person, that he of course did not recognise at the time. Christophe Martin, kingpin of one of the largest crime organisations in the cities, sat before him in an otherwise empty shack. Ignoring questions about Ms. Valentin, Owen’s father explained who he was in great detail, and sent the young troll to live with him in uptown. Sadly, after moving on from his past life, he never had contact with his mother again; with the exception of a 16th birthday letter and present. It wa a shark tooth necklace, accompanied with blank promises of a return.
The new prejudice and culture he was practically forced into made him resent his father and human society, and therefore bent every which way to ensure he was getting on people’s nerves - especially Christophe’s. Turning to drugs for fixes of comfort, Owen dropped out of his mixed school with a shockingly low GPA and an uncaring attitude behavioural strike, getting by on his father’s money.
He now works in his father’s drug cartel, using his status in order to get what he wants out of his life; happiness.
Personality: Owen has always been streetwise with a strong head of common sense screwed on him, tending to be against the mainstream. He says and does whatever he likes regardless of rules, and this usually tends to be well aligned with his carefree lifestyle. While certainly not an ideal social partner person to high-browed, stuck up, or strict folk, he can get along with most people due to his lax attitude and pleasantly friendly approach.
Unfortunately, he can be quite jittery. The majority of what this entails include impulsiveness in both his thoughts and actions, as well as a short fuse that is quickly lit usually by insults or naïvété.
When he is high, which he often is, he definitely mellows out due to a dulled and slowed sense of thought.
Other: He is, for lack of a better term, a drug abuser - he smokes at least marijuana daily and he would consider it his drug of choice. Whilst his father is a caucasian, he uses his mediterranean mother’s surname and refuses to change it.

* “Considered the "eyes and ears" of the streets, the "falcons" are the lowest rank in any drug cartel. They are responsible for supervising and reporting the activities of the police, the military, and rival groups.”

Name: Nico
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Bird-kin
Appearance: Tall and sleek in appearance-- Nico has black kinda spiky hair and a slender appearance. From his dark jeans to his dark black jacket; his appearance screams "edgy human" if it weren't for the odd almost bird-like appearance of certain physical features. Although he at first appears human... all one has to do is look down upon his black claw-like hands. Black and scaley from what one would consider their "wist".. the scales extend all the way to the tips of his fingers where one can see long claw-like fingernails. Though he usually tries to trim them for the sake of others. Furthermore-- a pair of black feathery wings rest on his back. Although they are small and stunted-- unable to be used much to his dismay.
Occupation: Unemployed; formerly a high school student
Brief Background: Abandoned at birth and thrown into the foster system, Nico was raised by human foster parents though segregated from most human children. He was almost generally cared for and pitied by his human foster parents-- whom couldn't have children of their own. Despite the prejudice almost immediately thrown again his human foster parents for accepting him... they tried to shield him and moved to more "underworlder-friendly" areas where he could interact with others of his kind. Still though-- he quickly realised how much of the world viewed him and was soon forced to attend schools specially made for his kind. Although he was one to defend himself if necessary-- he wasn't one to make friends and mostly remained alone when possible. Upon graduation, he would soon find himself thrust into the world. The world where humans and underworlds were forced to interact with each other...
Personality: Thanks in part to the prejudice against him and other "underworlders"; Noctis has grown to be self-dependent and not one to easily rely upon others. If the world care about him.. why should he care about the world? He could be considered slightly mature then others with an equal dose of rebellion.
Other:

Everyone is accepted.

Shadow-cypher, just some notes on how your character will be treated. While he is an Underworlder he will be treated like a human. After all little people have been around forever and most people would assume him to be a little person rather than a gnome. This means he will likely be exempt from a lot of the prejudice that Underworlders receive.

You're accepted, Red.

Tump the leaves, on the ground, make a real big crinkle sound.

OOC: Thank-you friend!

((OOC: Thank you kindly. It will be interesting to see how the different treatment of Farros plays into the RP))

ooc: Well, we've got enough players so I'm gonna go ahead and start the game. :3
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White light floods your eyes as you wake up. You awaken to find yourselves in a white room with tiled floor. Each of the four of you is in a different corner of the white room. The room is lit up by fluorescent lights in the ceiling. The room is silent and you can hear no sounds from outside the room. It is slightly cold. The room only has one wooden door to the north of the room. All of you are wearing a white shirt and white pants of a similar fabric to that of a hospital gown. You do not have any items that you may have entered the Sin Tech building with.

"Uh... where am I?," asked a very confused Nico who had just woken up. He found himself on the floor in which he had been apparently been thrown onto. He had awoken to find himself laying right on his small stunted wings. 'Uh... damn useless things.,' he thought to himself. He hated how he could never use them and that they only caused more pain then anything else. He slowly got up and rested again the wall. Across the room-- he could see three others in the room with him. On opposite corners. "Uh... what happened?," he then said feeling as if he had been knocked out. A theory that was supported by the raging headache he now had.

Just the miniscule action of forcing his eyelids open was enough to send a sharp pain into the back of Owen's head, the intense white room certaintly not helping. After rubbing the ache out of his eyes with his knuckles, he used his elbows to prop himself up against the corner he was closest to, as the tiles send a shrill sense of discomfort into his back. The clothes were loose yet thin on him, letting in the cold every opportunity it had. Slowly, he turned his head from left to right and mapped out the room, and the people with him. "What in hell? was the general meaning of his scrambled thoughts as he struggled to piece together the situation. Rubbing his arms for warmth, hoping the friction would be enough to shed the chill, he curiously eyed the young man who was to the right of him but did not respond due to his own confusion. A sinking feeling had given his chest some weight, and he dropped the straight-edge position he was unknowingly in to a lower slouch, reaching his left hand up to push the jungle of hair away from his face.

The young gnome finally awoke, his eyes assaulted by an aggressive shining light. Reacting to the light, Farros brought up his hand quickly, holding it in front of his eyes to shield from the furious glow of the light. His head was spinning, his senses assaulted on the spot. His mind attempted to piece together what had happened, what events had led him to this encounter. He didn't recognize the room he was in, nor the people he was with, and this discomfort was further served by his missing gear. His heart felt lost without his equipment, his mind swirling as it attempted to answer numerous questions. Where were his things? Who had tossed him in this room? Was there a way out? He pondered if whoever put him here even wanted an escape to be possible. The sharp chill of the room was the next feeling to assault him, one discomforting sensation after another as his eyes finally settled in with the light. His eyes scanned the room, but he found his eyes were constantly wandering back to the other inhabitants. He remained still in place, observing, wondering, and waiting for another to move. Part of his mind was paranoid that if he moved he would not like the result, and another part was concerned the other inhabitants of the room would possibly be unfriendly.

The room is about 20 feet by 20 feet. The walls are made of white dry wall. The floor tiles are one foot by one foot squares with white and grey dots that blend into a single white mass. The ceiling titles are long white rectangles much like the tiles in a school or a doctors' office. There is only the wooden door in the room. There are no cameras or any other such devices.
From outside the room a female voice echos in the distance. "Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?"

Nameraymen. "Dakka" Mcarroy
Age: 20
Gender:male
Racerc
Appearance: Large, Bulky mostly bald with a black pony tail. Green skin and two largr tusks growing in his vottom jaw.
Occupation: Boxer and partime commedian
Brief Background: Being as big as draymen meant a few things. One, the number of things people expect you to be really good at is small and all physical. Two he was easy to pick a fight with. During his younger tears he was always a little more agfresive than the other kids. So his parents put him in sports. Football, wrestling, ect. But what stuck with him was boxing. After school it actually made him a good earning even for being such small time fighter. Although he is. Ot without wit, amd commedy clubs are a great way for him to unwind, however most wont take him due to... well him beig an orc
Personality: Optimistic, bombastic, excitable, although his humor is a little dark sometimes being that there is litterally nothing he wont talk or joke about. "Trigger warning! Im hillarious"
Other: He was going in to sin-tech, looking for a sponsorship. Hoping that would boost his carreer tenfold.

ooc: Accepted, jokerstix. I'll go ahead and type you up a starter post.
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@Drayman: White light floods your vision as you awaken. You find yourself alone in a white room with white tiled floor. The room is approximately twenty by twenty feet. You are on the floor in the middle of the room. The room has no other feature other than a single wooden door to the north of the room. The room itself is slightly cold. You are wearing a white shirt and white pants of a similar fabric to that of a hospital gown. You do not have any items that you may have entered the Sin Tech building with. From outside the room door you hear a female voice echoing in the distance, "Hello? Someone answer me, please! Is anyone there?"

"I don't know about you guys, but there's one way outta this room..." Owen said with a slight husk in his throat, pulling himself to his feet before coughing softly. "...And I'm gonna take it." he continued, walking over to the avian-human, all the while watching the other two people to see if they made a move. A low sigh escaped his lips when he made it to the rather disgruntled man, looking him dead in the eye as he outstretched his arm as an offer of help.
"Anyone else hear that chick tweet?" he asks to the others in the space, referring to the female voice that echoed in the distance. "No offence, crow." he stated in a serious tone, his hand still hanging in front of Nico.

OOC: Is Jokerstix / Drayman in the same room?

"None taken.," Nico said as he accepted the stranger's help. He was used to such comments and tried not to let it get to him. "I heard it too.. I think it came from outside the room.," he then said eyeing the same wooden door. He looked at the one who had helped him up as well as the others. 'A troll, a dragon-kin, and... a knome? All underworlders-- like myself.,' he thought to himself. For whatever reason they were here-- he doubted that selection was an accident.

ooc: No, he is in a different room.

The others were speaking with each other, discussing things in short, but friendly enough tones. Farros felt at ease with the notion, stepping forward and making himself known. "I heard it as well," commented the gnome quickly, his head tilted a trifle back as he continued to scan the other Underworlders. "It sounded like someone's voice, someone other than the four of us." Part of him was still a trifle disconcerted, not only at the situation at hand, but of the eyes of the other inhabitants of the room. He tried to keep his muscles at ease, but the concern and unease made them tighten back up sharply.

Take slightly aback by the almost threatening display of confidence by the girl, Owen raised an eyebrow in her directly. "Ye'h..... I mean I suppose you're right." he responded with a shrug, after pulling Nico to his feet. There was a split moment of a pause from Owen as he repressed another sigh from the inconvenience of his situation, before he finally took action. He began to make his way to the door, the temperature of the white tiles beneath his feet inducing a chill up his spine with every step. A single, almost unsure look was shot backwards to observe the other three people when he had wrapped his hand around the handle. Finally, with a swing of his neck back to business, the hand was eventually twisted round and Owen tried to push it open; eyes set directly ahead of him.

Farros has not expected the abrasive response, given the rather calm silence displayed otherwise. He did not comment, did not react upon a slight widening of the eyes. One part of the young gnome didn't really want to help out the unknown voice, given it was likely a stranger and very possibly someone who would dislike him. Not to help would be rude, for as far as he knew, this person has brought him no harm, had done nothing to warrant being ignored when they needed assistance. "At the very least it might take us a step closer to getting some answers," hummed the gnome in response, and with that comment he finally moved, proceeding behind the large troll. He was an intimidating creature in height, a thought that would be terrifying if he turned out to be a foe, but comforting if he ended up an ally. He weaved his small figure around the troll, stepping clear as though he were afraid to be in its shadow. His head was held on its side, watching the door, wondering if it would open. Ten to one said it didn't.

Opening the door lets in a gust of colder air and reveals a long white hallway. On either side of the door there are three other wooden doors spaced twenty feet apart that appear identical to it. At the east and west sides of the hallway there are two large double wooden doors.
Walking from the east side of the hallway is a small, frightened looking girl. She appears to be around twenty years old, 5" 2' tall, and has chocolate colored skin. Her hair is long and black and falls in small curls to about her waist. Her eyes are round and light brown in color. She is wearing the same white shirt and pants as the rest of you. Upon seeing Owen she lets out a sigh of relief. "Finally, I found someone else!" She says as she hurriedly walks over to see the rest of the group. "You have no idea how long I've been looking for other people in this... place."

"Speaking of this place... where are we? One moment I'm walking into Sin Tech and the next--.," Nico said retracing his steps out-loud. He looked at the others and at the girl. He could only imagine how long the poor thing had been there. He studied the newcomer-- looking for any signs of underworld origins. Part of him tried to theorize what they could possibly want with them or if maybe... maybe the girl was a distraction or trap of sorts.

Instinctively, Owen stumbled back a step or two, eyeing up the girl who just approached him. "Calm down there, cocoa bean. Who are you?" he asked, showing his palms as to signal that he means no harm and tensing his shoulders a bit, bobbing his head down slightly. His reaction was caused by shock rather than reason, and he passively hoped he hadn't scared the girl.
"Ehhh, and yeah, where are we?" he continued, seconding the question asked by Nico. Scanning the room for any other sign of person activity, or for any point of interest, he dropped his guard quickly.

"I...," The girl starts only to fall silent and grip her hands together. After a moment she takes a deep breath and starts again. "I don't know where we are. I've been here about a week now and I just know that this place is... wrong." She says and shivers either from the thought of the place or the cold.
"Anyway, I'm Aria... Aria Sho." Introducing herself, Aria slowly extends her hand towards the group.

Farros kept back, carefully examining the newcomer. She didn't initially seem intimidating and he wasn't even sure she was an Underworlder at all, but this didn't stop him from being cautious. After all, he found it rational to consider that having been dragged into this situation, he had the right to be suspicious of any strolling into his path. Still, he wouldn't be outright rude. "I wouldn't mind having some answers if they exist," denoted the gnome quickly, though he kept his voice gentle. He lowered his gaze a little. "I dislike how easily we encountered another person." We. It sounded odd. He didn't even know the names of these other three Underworlders, only their species.

"Owen," the troll had briefly introduced before Shaunda took the situation into her own hands, knocking the hand he tried to stretch out back down to his side as she passed. Watching the younger girl intently, he thought her actions strange but did not comment. If anything, he considered the pledge to be playful and lightening, allowing his guard to fully drop into the slouch he usually sported. With a half grin he turned to the little person who had been shuffling around him.
"Chill out, there's not much point in being tense anymore. I highly doubt this small bunny is going to harm one of us, let alone all four." he insisted, with a shrug. With a grin wide on his face, he squatted down to eye level with Farros. "I'm sure if each of us stick together we can all go home. I don't know about you all, but I got things to get to," he began, standing up tall once more and shuffling his way just outside the door, "so when you're all ready, I see doors."

Farros stepped back a little as the troll spoke directly to him, temporarily joining him at his level. He kept himself calm and collected inside, reminding himself intensity was not always necessary. "I'm just being cautious," the gnome denoted simply. "I think we can at least agree that being alert to our surroundings would be good." He kept a rational tone to his voice, knowing that if he spoke too intensely, others would be taken to dismissing his comments. "We do need to return home, though, or at the very least get our belongings back. I greatly dislike being without my tools." He turned his gaze now upon the young girl. "I mean you no ill will, young lady. I'm just" he paused "uncomfortable with this situation."

"Oh, well I'm very thankful that you would go out of you way to protect me... who exactly is Xar'tharnius?" Aria replied to Shaunda before her slowly took her hands back from her. Once she had reclaimed her hands she turned to Farros with an understanding smile, "No, don't worry about it, I completely understand." She said, giving a small wave of her hand as if to brush away any misunderstandings. She then pointed down the hall towards the east. "I came from the 'area' down there. It's a garden of some kind... I'm not sure why this place has a garden." She steps out of the way so that the others can enter the hallway.

"Nico.," the crow-like man introduced just after Owen did. He found Shaundia's over-extenuated introduction colorful to say the least. This Shaundia was certainly an unique individual.
"If this place has a garden-- perhaps there's a way out? A window perhaps? Or some sort of ventulation or large pipe?," he then suggested thinking this garden might be exactly what they needed. At the very least.. it would provide a source of food and/or water if they were to remain here.

Farros lowered his gaze further, feeling bad that he was last to give out his name, especially given he had spoken up earlier. For some reason, giving out his name hadn't initially crossed his mind. "Farros Felvyn, at your service. Apologies for not telling you earlier. I'm a trifle forgetful." He smiled now, eased a little. "I feel a garden would be a great place to search. It's the only different thing we've heard of thus far." A good portion of him was largely on board because a garden meant nature, and a natural air of some calibre would put his mind further at ease.

All Owen needed to hear was the implications of an exterior, and he was softly making his way to the direction that Aria had pointed in. "Time is money, friends" he trilled, pushing open the doors to the garden and immediately stepping in a few feet. He gazed around the room, taking in the surroundings and waiting for the others to catch up to him.

OOC: short post I know, but I gotta get that ball rolling. apologies for this one.

Nico followed the others-- going ahead of the others and making his way towards the garden. 'There's gotta be a way out somewhere...,'he thought to himself as he entered the room.

Farros trailed in the back, though he was not bothered by the notion of holding the rear. The other three had already taken in the sights of the garden fairly well when the gnome slipped in, inhaling deeply, and hoping he would be greeted with an Earthly sensation flowing into his nostrils.

Through the door a world of green is visible. On the other side of the door is a room much like a green house. It is fairly open and has glass walls and a glass ceiling. The floor is still the same white tile. Despite the sun coming in from the windows the room is still cold as the hallway. Outside in the windows is a sunny grassy field that seems to go one forever. Around the room are a large amount of plants in potters and plants hanging from the ceiling in planters. The plants in the room range from flowers to fruits and vegetables to plants commonly used for decoration. On the other side of the room there is another door similar to the door you just opened.

The plants were still beautiful to Farros, and very much real, which already made the room feel far more comforting than anything he had encountered thus far. The inhale had rewarded him well, the scents of many different flowers and edibles soothing him inside. He gazed to the window, gazing past it, and feeling as though if anything were a lie, it were the fields he was gazing upon past the barrier. The plants within were real, but it was as though they were the last friendly greeting. He listened, but the room was silent for now. There were so warnings, no indications of danger. The flora seemed at ease, which brought him similar peace.

If that field was real, he would be amazed.

"You woke up here, cocoa bean?" Owen asked, a sense of bewilderment and sudden confusion tuning his voice to a low whisper. A sense of vulnerability shrouded him because of this, causing him to scrunch his fists up tightly while walking around, leading to uncomfortably tense arm muscles. His eyes darted to several aspects of the room as he tried to take it all in; while he didn't know why, the uncomfortably fast switch of scenery carved a pit in Owen's stomach. Something was definitely wrong, but he could not put his finger on it. The teasing freedom of the open fields gave an unfitting backdrop to the constrictions of vines and chained, hanging plants. He bounced a ripe tomato in his hand snapping it off the plant with a swift action, observing it very closely for any sort of abnormality.

"What is this place?"

Aria shook her head. "No, I woke up alone in a room pretty far from here." She said, pointing towards the door on the other side of the room. "I came from that way. I can tell most of what's in the rooms I went through, but there is still a lot of this place that I haven't been to." After saying that Aria walks over to the window and places her hand on the glass. She stares off into the endless field and waits for the rest of you to finish up in the room.

"Are there other rooms you have seen? Other than a garden. And are we still in Sin Tech?" the young troll questioned rapidly at the girl, before suddenly a lump in his throat stopped him; one caused by better judgement as to not interrogate the poor thing. Chances are, Aria didn't know any much more than Owen, but still he desired answers. Closing his eyes and bumping his forehead against the glass, he nervously fiddled with the tomato as if it were a stress ball. Thoughts raced through his head about how angry his father would be for sabotaging the potential deal between the Black Crocodiles and Singularity Technologies. Part of him grinned at the thought of Christophe fuming mad that his deal (clearly) didn't work out, but anxiety still carved a pit in his stomach. Even as his son, there's a limit to how much you can piss off a crime lord.

Farros watched as the young troll tossed question after question at the girl, and while initially he was satisfied to simply allow the troll control of the situation, eventually he noticed the number of questions and stepped forward. "One question at a time," Farros interrupted. He glanced to the troll, softening his expression. "No offense intended. I can tell none of us are comfortable with this situation." He straightened his gaze and raised a single hand slightly. "However, we need to keep each other relaxed. If one person gets anxious, others will follow. I've learned that negative emotions leads by great example. Plants are the best teachers of that lesson." Farros himself was feeling a little nervous, as well as surprised at himself for the sudden gusto which he commanded, even for only a few seconds.

"You're right, man. No offense taken, I kinda realised that Cocoa Bean probably has non'a'tha answers I'm looking for," he began, rotating around to lean against the glass rather than sulk against it, "just a moment of freak. Air's sorta thick n' building up in my lungs." Owen started to play a small game with the tomato as a means of distraction, throwing it up in one hand and catching it in the other, eyes intently watching it as he did so. Patiently and silently, he waited for the others to get ready before they passed into the next few rooms.

"I... I can tell you what most of the rooms are leading back to where I woke up. I don't know if we're still in the Singularity Technologies building or not." Aria answered quietly before she turned back towards Owen. "I'm sorry that I don't know anything." She eyes the door on the other side of the room before she looks at all of you. "Where do you want to go? Somewhere has to lead to an exit."

Sorry about the absence works been killing me.))

"Hello? Hello?! Is anyone out there are you ok!?" The bulky ork yells as he rushes to the door. Not a thought to himself or safety. As he looked through the cold room he wondered why he was here or what was going on. "HELLO!" He yelled again almost with panic. He never liked being cooped up bit this rings every alarm in his head.