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15 February 2010 @ 12:49 pm
Who: Everyone on the 4th floor.
Time/Location: February 15th/Kurosawa Apartments 4th floor hallway.
Summary: Everyone on the brofloor is standing in the hallway and derping around. (8 If you live on this floor, feel free to join. or if you just hear the floor breaking above you from the collective muscle mass? also PLEASE TAG AS YOU ENTER, PLZ. if you're not on here already.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Status: Open, in progress

Ezio had long since exited his room and ventured down the hall in search of someone, anyone that might know what was happening. He was hoping he might find Federico while he was at it, but he was still pretty sure his brother was dead. Even if that 'dream' felt so real, and this...whatever this was, felt even more real. There was a little bit of hope that was driving him crazy. He wanted to be proven either right or wrong, but nothing was turning up. So after going down to the lower floors and startling a few women--aheh--he was now tromping back up the stairs two by two, only to find, when he arrived back on the top floor; that practically everyone and their mother was standing outside their doors now. If not that, most of them were open.
zombieproofed on February 16th, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)
Ellis was a little late to the party. When he did jerk awake, it took him a moment to figure out where the hell he was. Then he swore, loudly, and climbed to his feet, running out into the hallway without giving any thought to his state of dress. The important bits were covered, he wasn't fussing.

When he got into the hall, his eyes landed on the two he recognized from the Manor, although he did notice other people in the hall too.

"Holy fucking shit that wasn't a dream!"
Nick: Plans have changedventilatedsuit on February 16th, 2010 06:30 am (UTC)
At the sound of a familiar voice screaming at the top of its respective lungs, Nick opened his eyes.

Man, what a creepy goddamn dream.

Wow. Okay. He expected these military-sanctioned survivor cruise ships to be a little nicer inside. And expected them to have given him something more to wear than boxer briefs. There was his long-suffering suit, thrown over the back of a chair on the other side of the room, still stained to hell and back.

This was awful still for a cruise ship.

Nick wandered over to the door, unlocked it, and stuck his head out into the hall. Just what the hell was going on, anyway?
zombieproofed on February 16th, 2010 07:26 am (UTC)
Ellis glanced over at the sound of a door opening, and despite the fact that they were in some weird-ass apartment building with a bunch of people he'd just thought he was dreaming about (AND CHASED. BY. A. FUCKING. GHOST) he was VERY relieved to see Nick. He walked towards Nick's open door, raising his eyebrows as a thought occurred to him.

"Man am I glad to see you. Did you have a weird-ass dream that I'm thinkin' wasn't really a dream too?"
Nick: Facepalmventilatedsuit on February 16th, 2010 07:30 am (UTC)
It was kind of scary when Ellis' presence helped reassure Nick's sanity.

"You're gonna have to slow down, Ellis, because I am somewhere around last Tuesday in terms of 'what the fuck is going on' right now," he said. "Where are we?"
zombieproofed on February 16th, 2010 07:42 am (UTC)
"I don't have a damn clue," really. You're asking Ellis, Nick? Really?

He scratched his head, looking around the hall at the others moving about, and gestured around him. "This don't look like a military facility."
Nick: Suspiciousventilatedsuit on February 16th, 2010 07:54 am (UTC)
"Yeah. Doesn't look like any cruise ship either," Nick agreed. All right. Well, that was settled. They were not where they were supposed to be.

Any further discussion on the topic was pushed aside for the moment. "Whoa, Ellis, where the hell are your pants?"
zombieproofed on February 16th, 2010 08:32 am (UTC)
"I don't really-" Ellis frowned at Nick for a second, looking down. He looked back up, before glancing back towards the room he'd emerged from.

"Assumin' they're in the room I woke up in somewheres..." With that, the fact that he didn't have pants on suddenly became important, and he disappeared back into the apartment, until he emerged again a few minutes later. He'd managed to find his t-shirt, hat, boots, and coveralls. He was just tying the sleeves of his coveralls around his waist as he returned to the hallway, and looked up.

"I'm curious as to how we got here." And how exactly his clothes got to be not on him when he'd definitely fallen asleep with them on.
Nick: Shadyventilatedsuit on February 16th, 2010 08:40 am (UTC)
When Ellis disappeared to presumably get some pants on, Nick ducked back into his own room to have a look around and get some decent clothes on himself. Sadly, there didn't appear to be anything to change into other than his poor, mostly ruined suit.

He took another few minutes to mourn for it as he put it on again. Goddamn, silk blend Armani, custom-fitted, now stained with mud and blood and lime-green Spitter goo and looking like somebody used it as a table cloth. Poor old girl never had a chance...

Nick reappeared in the hall at about the same time as Ellis. "You and me both. I told you we shouldn't have trusted the military."
zombieproofed on February 16th, 2010 07:27 pm (UTC)
"You're just bein' paranoid," he replied automatically, looking up and adjusting his cap on his head. "'Sides I'm pretty sure the military would not be dumpin' us all in this place." After a pause, Ellis glanced down the hallway and then moved closer to Nick, dropping his voice to a whisper.

"We got all kinds of people here, from the looks of it. Th' girl down there is from our neck o' the woods, but y'see the guy wearin' fancy armor? He thinks he's from 15th century Italy." Ellis clearly still thinks Ezio is a little off his rocker, even out of the dream world. "He's cool, though."
Nick: Catching breathventilatedsuit on February 16th, 2010 07:34 pm (UTC)
"I don't think 'paranoid' applies when the guys who picked us up have a proven habit of randomly gunning down people they're supposed to be saving," Nick reminded him, but he had to admit Ellis had a point. Why would they have dumped the two of them here in what appeared to be a group home for crazy people?

He spotted the guy wearing armor, all right-- and he sharply remembered his dream. "Oh, Christ, you're telling me there's more of these psychos? I was hoping that wizard reject asshole in my dream was just a nightmare."
zombieproofed on February 16th, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
Ellis raised his eyebrows at that, torn between asking more about the wizard and keeping his mouth shut.

...Really though, this is Ellis.

"You ran into a wizard?"
Nickventilatedsuit on February 16th, 2010 08:32 pm (UTC)
"I ran into an idiot with purple hair and an honest-to-god monocle who said he was the grand poobah of the sacred order of Dungeons and Dragons or some bullshit like that, and I'm going to blame it on huffing Smoker fumes," Nick said, in a tone of voice that suggested they leave it at that.

"I don't know about you, but wherever we are, I want to get the hell out."
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explosionafire on February 16th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC)
Well, he was standing outside of his--their?--door again like he had been, oh, ten minutes or so ago. Thankfully, he had on some clothes this time and wasn't strutting about in retarded Valentine's Day sale boxers or some such indecencies--not that he cared.

He had checked back in the room for a few minutes... which just consisted of him pretty much standing in the middle of said front room and staring at everything else from his position. Like hell he was going to touch something, like, say, a blender, and get warped to a galaxy far, far away.

Back outside the door, though, he said, "Damn, everyone came out of the wood-works now."

There was people he hadn't seen before... aside from Hoods who had just popped back up to join them. This didn't make a bit of damn sense.
playboyassassin on February 17th, 2010 02:51 am (UTC)
By now he had at least gotten over the unexpected surprise of waking up next to the silver-haired man. Thank God, or this next meet-up might have been awkward. Either way, he trudged past Nick and Ellis--and don't think he didn't hear the comment about him--to speak with Dante instead. Since he kind of, you know, ran out the door earlier after jolting awake without really telling anyone what the hell he was doing.

"Do you know any of these people, amico?" He could only hope so, but with the confused expression on the other's face, the assumption was 'hell no'. he took another glance around, folding his arms over his chest with a frown.
ZOEY;: in a tight spot ;called_shotgun on February 17th, 2010 03:03 am (UTC)
Zoey wasn't entirely sure when the hallway had become crowded with people, but somewhere along the line of her conversation with Dean, there were, indeed people milling about. And upon closer inspection, they all followed the same pattern that had occurred over the last few weeks of Zoey's life: they were all men. No matter where she went or what she did, more and more she was starting to believe she really was the last woman on earth.

Looking around, she realized that there was something not entirely foreign about it all. There was Ellis, at least. But that in and of itself was worrying. Did that mean the mansion was real? Was this real? What the hell was even going on? She half contemplated going over and asking him what was up, but interrupting whatever conversation he was having didn't seem all that kosher to her.

And then she spotted Ezio. She started a bit, and she wasn't sure why, but she was suddenly and inexplicably nervous. Her conversation with Dean hadn't really made her entirely comfortable, and she had the nagging feeling that it was about to get even worse. The only thing she could think to do was stand perfectly still and hope he didn't recognize her.
Federico Auditore da Firenze: -23-  Wait wait wait... wait.is_the_eldest on February 17th, 2010 03:22 am (UTC)
After a rude awaking, Federico had taken a bit of time to mill around his new setting. Well, other new setting. Waking after that strange dream, what he could only guess was a dream, Federico had no idea what to think of things now. How did a dead man dream? He didn't, so he really must be alive. Trying to figure out how that was possible only proved to be more frustrating and confusing than he needed right now, so he decided to figure out where he was first. Step by step, one foot in front of the other. Perhaps it would give him answers he wanted later on.

It was as he was looking around that the eldest Auditore boy heard the sound of people milling around outside and he moved to the door of the apartment, pressing his ear to it to listen. Deciding he should investigate a little, he had to struggle a bit to figure out how to unlock the door before opening it, he stepped out, finding the hallway crowded with many people. Standing a bit dumbfounded for a moment, Federico doesn't recognize anyone until... ah!

"Ezio!" shouted as he moved to push towards his little brother. If Ezio were here... did that mean that dream had actually been reality? He bumped into someone and put a hand out to steady them, before noticing it was a woman.

"Ah, scuse, signora!" usually he would be up for chatting and flirting but lucky for her, he had something else on his mind. Perhaps another time.
explosionafire on February 17th, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
"Uh..." He took one pretend look around, in a kind of quick, sweeping motion. Those two dudes over there. Some chick who was looking like she wanted to become one with the wallpaper. Ezio. "Other than you? Haven't seen any of them in my life."

Then there was a loud call of the other guy's name. Oh, and some guy who looked kind of similar to the assassin dude. "Nope," he reiterated. "None of them."

He was sort of getting the feeling that he was the don't-belong in the Something-Here-Doesn't-Belong game. I spy with my little eye, a half demon in a stupid red coat, chaps, and who had a let's-tease-him-for-compensating sword strapped to his back.

Yep. Kind of feeling looked at.
playboyassassin on February 17th, 2010 03:40 am (UTC)
Well that didn't help. He was hoping Dante at least had a relatively good idea where they were, since he knew what kind of building they were in. When he turned to look around, he couldn't help but spot the familiar female, and he would have been happy to see her if she hadn't just been in his DREAM. So she was real, Dante was real, and APPARENTLY his brother was real because HOLY SHIT he was actually walking toward them now.

"Federico." he couldn't hide his surprise--again--when the elder Auditore approached. This just got so much more confusing. It's pretty much game over when you see your dead brother after waking up in some weird-ass apartment building next to a guy you thought you imagined. He reached out for his brother this time, grasping him by the arm to make sure he was real.
Federico Auditore da Firenze: -22-  Listen well baby brother.is_the_eldest on February 17th, 2010 04:22 am (UTC)
This was real. He could feel Ezio grabbing at his arm and he in turn grasped Ezio's other arm. Not sure if he was happy or confused or both at once, Federico couldn't decide if he was going to smile or not. It was an awkward smile if anything.

"Baby brother, so... it was real? This. This is real." It was more Federico trying to convince himself than anything. Squeezing Ezio's arm he goes to pull his hand away but then places it on the assassin's shoulder, patting before resting it there. Touching and feeling how real his brother felt made things continue to seem real.

"I suppose you have no idea where this is?" Glancing around, eyes peering out into the landscape... more the fog hiding the landscape. As his eyes moved back to rest on Ezio, he did notice the strange man close by. White hair was not unusual... on someone who was old. This man did not look the age to have a full head of white hair, not at all. Quirking a brow, Federico nods his head at the strange man, speaking to his brother.

"A friend of yours, Ezio?"
explosionafire on February 17th, 2010 04:38 am (UTC)
...way to leave him by himself, just standing there. CoughthanksZoeycough. But he didn't seem to phased by it--when was Dante phased by anything except pizza and nice rack? And maybe his brother.

Coming out of his daze, he blinked at the man who was now motioning toward him. His lips parted, but he looked at Ezio since the question wasn't asked at him really.

"A family reunion," he said, finally, parting his arms. "How sweet. I wish my brother was this civil when it comes to seeing me, or this happy, really. All I get is a stab in the chest."

That was really going to get him some weird looks. Double Auditore HUH? looks.
playboyassassin on February 17th, 2010 04:46 am (UTC)
He would have objected to the woman leaving their little group just as she arrived, but was too busy marveling over the fact that his brother was actually standing in front of him again. And not while he was dreaming in some strange bed. There was that moment where he felt overjoyed, then confused, then a whole slew of emotions he couldn't quite keep track of.

"More real than that manor, Federico. But still like nothing I've ever seen before." and he'd seen A LOT of things since the last time he spoke to his brother.

Dropping his hand slowly, he looked back over his shoulder to the other man. Almost forgot there were other people in the hallway for a second there, "Do you remember the conversation we had in that...dream?" Still felt weird to say it like that, but, "That is the man I spoke of. Dante. He's apparently just as lost as we are." he paused when Dante spoke of his brother, a brow lofted at the latter part of the sentence. Well, there was one Auditore 'huh?' look for him.

Edited at 2010-02-17 04:47 am (UTC)
Federico Auditore da Firenze: -6-  Hm? Oh right yes.is_the_eldest on February 17th, 2010 05:03 am (UTC)
"More real... yet I can not be sure what is real anymore." Not after coming back from the dead, but he offered his brother a smile anyway. His hand lingered a moment longer before dropping and he nodded as Ezio explained things to him.

"Well then, I suppose having others to be lost with is better than being lost alone." He nodded to Dante, in greeting, "Un piacere [A pleasure], Dante. I would offer my name but my baby brother has spoke it enough for your ears I'm sure." Feeling a bit more himself, Federico's tone is friendly and slightly teasing as he mention's Ezio. Though at Dante's interesting explanation of a reunion the man gets another 'huh' look, both brows raised.
explosionafire on February 17th, 2010 05:11 am (UTC)
Exaggeratedly, he kind of twirls a hand as if to say, The pleasure is mine. Of course, he wouldn't have--okay, he did. He laughed. He couldn't help it. Look at their confused faces! He loved getting weird looks because no one knew what he was, save Ezio here.

"I don't think we're the only ones lost," he said, then smiled and nodded past Ezio and Federico toward what looked like a girl and Chris. "Muscles seems to be here, too, apparently. I guess we weren't part of someone's dream. Maybe we should go ask him if he got the door open, Hoods." He grinned.

He glanced in the other direction a moment. The three people he hadn't met yet, save for Lucius, were still there talking amongst themselves. He figured they'd be wondering over if the three of them didn't first.
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A wild 'Muscles' appeared! 8) - notzombiebait on February 17th, 2010 06:05 am (UTC) (Expand)
It's muscles were very effective. - explosionafire on February 17th, 2010 06:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
only not on doors. (8 - playboyassassin on February 17th, 2010 06:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
hey now stop picking on the poor guy D8 - is_the_eldest on February 18th, 2010 05:49 am (UTC) (Expand)
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the_softest_sun on February 17th, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)
Lucius had woken up in such a panic that he'd bolted from his room dressed only in his white shift/under-robes, tomes clutched tight against his (extremely thin and pre-pubescent girly) chest. Then he'd calmed himself and gone back in to get dressed; however, the layout of the room just meant that he'd gone from panicked to extremely confused. So out he went again, marveling at the structure of the walls and the general unfamiliarity of it all.

"This is so... Where did I... I really don't..." Sad trap, too confused to even form proper sentences.
Chris Redfield: Standing.notzombiebait on February 17th, 2010 04:37 am (UTC)
Today was not what Chris would have called 'the best day ever'; in fact, so far as it went, this day was pretty damn low on the roster of what Chris would call a good day. Waking up in bed with a perfect stranger- a perfect male stranger no less had been odd enough. At least they'd both handled it pretty well; and Chris was counting himself lucky that he hadn't woken up in his boxers.

Confused, Chris decided that some further exploration of where he'd woken up this time was in order. Stepping out into the hallway he took a quick look around, and was all at once relieved to see familiar faces, and confused. So much for this all being just a bad dream.