Stage 1: Roll Call.

Amber slipped through the large clear glass door quickly, looking back for only a moment as it slid shut on it's own accord. Her eyes scanned the area quickly before stopping on Chronus, wielding a mass of plastic and metal that seemed so foreign now. "since when...... did lawn chairs fly through doors?!"

"no. we are scattered. I am simply the only one who understands why we are here. It will take time for them to be released from the weight of their lost memories and filter in." As she spoke she nonchalantly allowed her strength to flare alter shifting the twisted mass of plastic and metal back to it's natural shape, an open lawn chair materializing in her hands, allowing her to skip the frustrating step of fixing the damned seat. Placing the item on the ground she took a seat resting her body against the plastic, wondering why it was so ungodly uncomfortable.

Kass stumbled in laughing like a stupid drunk and pushed his hair back. He flash his hands at his allies with a lopsided grin. "HEY! Sorry! Sorry! Traffics' a bitch!" For a minute he poked his head around every nook and cranny looking for something to sit on. Turning up empty handed he flops into an indian style sit on the floor and lays back, catching a long strand from Amber's hair and tugging it very gently in greeting like a bell pull. "YO!" He smirked charmingly and let go. "SO! What's up?"

I follow close behind the outlandish redhead whose name I don't bother to ask and shift past him only because he stops short and blocks my way momentarily. I fid a reasonably place seat atop a counter and cross my legs turning my eyes to the rest of the room patiently enough. "We obviously have a lot to discuss but is it really safe for us to all gather in one area?" Even to me the question seems bland. I dare to elaborate. "Don't we have enemies in the area? Or is that memory too a hoax?" What is real and what is not in my own head? Am I the only one beginning to question everything at once?

"worry not of our safety. This place......" She wanted so much to say safe haven, though something seemed not quite right. The longer she interacted with these people the more apparent it became that her previous romp through this dimension left very little of actual use in her current situation.

"if they are in a situation even remotely similar to ours, they wont attack. As it stands we all seem lost in this world we call home, i believe until we recognize our niche both sides will be hesitant to create conflict."

I look away. "Shiata, Negumi," I murmur for the sake of being friendly and nothing more. I don't feel it necessary to know the names of our collection. Trust is built through action not familiarity. Regardless I say nothing and shift over to tower over Kassa. The man sticks out even amongst his own kind and that amuses me. From his spray of flamboyantly red hair to the almost obnoxious habit he seems to have for gum I'm entertained....and annoyed. I stoop forward and shoot out a hand beside his cheek.
"Give it."
He's been chewing like a horse since he entered. There can be nothing more irritating.

Walking the streets of this foreign land,Looking up at this blank sky that holds no light but that given off by these man made structures he scratches his head in disbelief not knowing how he got here or what he is or was. It's all messed up he thinks to himself "WHERE AM I?" He screams to the top of his lungs.

"Tch, I dont know why but i feel this urge and drawing to this building..." I pull my scarf back up to my face, let out a sigh into the wind, and slowly push the doors open with my hand to walk in quickly taking in my surroundings and these strange looking people. "they all feel weird to me" he thinks as he tilts his head down walking over to a corner to patiently gathering his thoughts...

He made sure to get a few really good final chews out of the gum before turning his head and obediently spitting the pink wad into the woman's hand. "Geeze what are you, my mother?" he grumbled already starting to pick another piece form his pocket. It was okay, that piece had already started to lose a lot of its flavor. He crammed the new bit into his mouth and continued on staring at the others. "Names' Kassa!" he introduced himself quickly. With a wayward glance up at the woman hovering near him he added simply, "I like gum."

As he slid up from his corner he glanced in the general direction of the "allies" of sorts,"Im going out no use in sitting around waiting for fun,I'll make my own"

With that he walked towards the door motioned his hand through the air in a farewell expression and slid through the door into the void.

I slit my eyes in the direction the boy exited and frown. Someone reckless and headstrong much like myself. I know the beginnings of trouble as they occur and move to follow him discarding the slobbery mass of edible rubber I've confiscated from one of our own before making trails from the room. It is likely the boy will be a source of public attention in the most negative way and I dread the publicity he may unknowingly harvest. "Youth," I mutter darkly, "They'll be the death of us all."

"wakefield, amber. They call me the demon of chance. " She looked across the rag tag group of accomplices holding back laughter at the ironically horrible fate she had been dealt. The one time....She thought, The one time i get a second chance in a world to actually succeed in my goal and this is what i get?!