(yeah it says everyone is welcome :))
Alys opened several doors slightly, each held a random room, one seemed to bee a greenhouse area where something that appeared to be sunlight showed through the slightly cloudy glowing walls, they noticed there was no natural light anywhere else in the house, they shut the door and opened the one across the hallway. "this place is huge" they said quietly looking into the room, inside was a dimly lit library area, books filled the dark bookshelves, several desks with small lamps, seemingly untouched, everything seemed so tidy, so uninhabited. they closed the door and opened to reveal several bedrooms, each a different color, a few bathrooms, a kitchen, and finally a medium-sized area with large couches, a wall of cd cases, and a rather large tv, "hey, i found it!" they called to the group, opening the door wider. "whoever or whatever put us here obviously had plans for a large group"
A 7' tall man with a smile reminiscent of Bendy from Bendy and the Ink Machine, and terrifyingly crimson eyes, was walking around the house that he appeared in. He was very attractive. His name was Vozreal. He sounded like an relaxing 1930s radio. He began humming.
Myra scanned the shelves looking for an interesting book, she picked one about talking frogs and sat down. "Might as well get comfortable," she said looking a bit guilty.
"ok do we need to redo our introductions or is everyone caught up, like with names and basic information, like name, age, etc. We might as well get to know eachother a little better. Also a head count would definitely help me try and figure things out, like what the hell we are doing here, seeing if we have a connection etc." Alys looked around the room at the many faces it held, they were all different, they didnt see the possibility for a link. "i guess ill go first? in case some of you didnt know, im Alys, im 20, and i use they them pronouns" they looked around the room again "whos next?"
Frances sighed and raised her hand. "I guess I'll go next. I already introduced myself, but it doesn't hurt doing it again. Hi, My name is Frances, I'm 18 and I use she/her pronouns." After her introduction, she went back to hiding in the shadows, like she was doing before all of this happened.
Arwood positioned himself in the back of the group where he could visibly see the door. When no one else made a move to speak, he tried to break the awkward silence. “Well met Alys, Frances.” He nodded his head in both of their directions. “I am called Hemlock, I have lived 110 years and hail from Nýr.”
"I'm Vozreal! I come from Tartarus and I'm 13.8 billion years old!" Vozreal said, walking into the room where most of the people were. He sounded like an 1930s radio; it was very soothing and relaxing.
Azami stretched, finally coming to on the floor. "Oh, we're doin' introductions?" The woman rubbed her eyes, looking around the room. "Azami. Uh… 21 years old, was born on Aquin, grew up in Goa, now live on the Sunny." Azami yawned and lay back down, snoring softly again.
Teigi, still perched on the counter, couldn't help but giggle as Azami fell asleep. "I'm Teigi. I'm twenty, maybe? Nineteen? Don't remember where I was born, I use he/him pronouns."
"Ooh, introductions? I love those!" Gatzi said, mostly to herself. "Well, my name is Gatzi. No last name. About seven billion years old, don't bother asking how life was for me growing up because it's more than likely that I don't remember it. Not that I'm forgetful or anything, it's just I probably voided it from my memories. As for the pronouns I answer to..any will really do, I don't care too much; but most refer to me as she/her." She paused.
"Pleased to meet new faces!"
Korb hadn't much luck with wandering the house, so he returned to the room where he caught wind of introductions. He debated internally if he should, and eventually, decided to bite back his initial fears and speak. "Uh..Korb, I'm Korb. No last name either. I don't know how old I am..adult or something, I think. And I live on planet Seron." He'd never met other people from different places before. Aside from Father, but that was a different situation. This was all pretty interesting, he realized it could prove an opportunity of knowledge to him; as he made his way from the corner and back to a spot by the walls.
"My pronouns are he/him…" Vozreal said, humming a familiar song. It was 'I can't decide' by Scissor Sisters
"Melanie Rodriguez, 47, going on 48, and I go by she and her pronouns." Melanie tapped her foot. "Oh! and I come from Earth, 2065. Not that it matters, anyway. I rarely visit then." Mel peeked around at the unfamiliar faces, offering an uneasy smile at the plethora of people.
"I'm Myra, but you can call me anything you want I'll just respond to loud noises," she glanced at each of them feeling uncomfortable, "I'm 17, from Denver, but I live in New York. I'm a human, from Earth, so…" she trailed off and went back to her book.
"Anyone want any food? I know how to make all types of delicious food!" He said, heading to the kitchen.
Coralynn looked around, and finally decided on introducing herself. She looked almost normal save for something you couldn't quite place, and that something would be maddening to figure out. It was like her skin was stolen. "Hello? I heard voices. Is there anyone here who knows where we are?" she asked.
"No," said Myra not looking up, "Pretty much everyone's as confused as you."
(She's an skin thief, isn't she?)
"Hello, whatever your name is! My name's Vozreal. I think we are in a house in the middle of nowhere! Want some food?"
(She's an skin thief, isn't she?)
"Hello, whatever your name is! My name's Vozreal. I think we are in a house in the middle of nowhere! Want some food?"
(No. Ever heard of Frankenstein's monster? She's loosely based on that)
"I am hungry… but I don't trust you, any of you. Why are you being nice to me? Nobody is nice to me, ever. As a rule." she said, glaring suspiciously.
"Thats too bad! I was about to make some tacos!" He said.
(No one can resist tacos)
(You do have a point. No one can resist tacos.)
Frances popped up at the mention of tacos. She smiled, but then narrowed her eyes at him. "What type of tacos? Like the type fast food restaurants make or the other type?"
"I have no idea what those are, but they sound evil." Coralynn said, making her way into the room. She sat down in the middle of the floor, her tall frame taking up quite a bit of space.
"Which one do you prefer, Frances? Did I get that right?"
"The ones that fast food restaurants don't make. Those are crap. It's pretty much just hard tortillas. I prefer the other one. Y'know the one with cilantro, meat, etc." She laughs at the funny comment. "Tacos ain't evil They're food."
