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[friskmanagement]

Who: Thyme
When: Day 1, Morning
Where: Thyme Car

[Wow that sure was a pleasant nap let's all just wake up stretch and what the hell is going on.]

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[friskmanagement]

[After stumbling out of bed and trying to figure out what was going on with that broken-up PA announcement, you look around your room until you come to the door. You try to push it open and it doesn't budge.

You realize it must slide open, so you grab it and pull. It moves maybe an inch and then budges no further. You scowl at the door for a second.

You roll up your sleeves. You spit on both your hands. You rub them together. You grab the door and you pull with all your might.

It gets about half open and then slips out of your grasp and slams shut while you fall on your behind.

You begin to realize you might be in a little trouble here. So you call out to anybody who may be on the other side of the door.]

Uh...

...Help?

I'm kinda stuck.

[bowtiedbones]

[after a few short seconds— the scrambling sounds of footsteps and a tapping on the door. someone's out there!]

Hi! Hello? I heard a door slam!

[friskmanagement]

Y-yeah. That was.

[You look over your shoulder.]

That was us.

The door is kinda. Heavy. It slipped when I tried to open it.

[bowtiedbones]

Oh geez! You didn't get pinched or anything, did you? —hold on, I'll get it open again, so can you grab a chair to keep it open?

[friskmanagement]

Oh. Uh. Yeah, I'll try to find one.

[You look around and see a chair at a desk next to the bed and go get it.

You acquired CHAIR.

You drag CHAIR over to the door.]

Okay, I've got one!

[bowtiedbones]

Okay, and...

[prying the door open and wedging her leg in for leverage]

Go go go, chair chair chair!

[friskmanagement]

[You consider doing nothing and letting the door snap her leg in two.

....what? You didn't do that?

You immediately, without hesitating, slide CHAIR in between the door and the frame. In the process, you lost CHAIR. But the door is staying open enough for you to see each other.

You wave.]

Hi.

[bowtiedbones]

[claps and steps back from the door, waving with both hands]

Hi! You weren't in there too long, were you?

[friskmanagement]

[You shake your head and climb on CHAIR, using it to exit the room.]

Nuh uh. I woke up, listened to that announcement. [It's starting again right about...now.] Then I looked around for a way out and tried to open the door.

So um.

Where...are we?

[bowtiedbones]

We might be on a train? But that's all I've got besides the announcement. A really expensive train.

[friskmanagement]

Huh. [That's about as much as you've been able to figure out, too. You scratch your head.] Can I ask you something else?

[bowtiedbones]

Sure, what is it?

[bowtiedbones]

[first things first! ...speed-rummaging through the fridge to get out the less perishable items. eggs, some vegetables, condiments. things that can be kept on the counter instead of opening the fridge again and losing the cold.]

What is even going on here... this is a mess!

[axeboyfriend]

Ugh....

[ The teenager wakes up with a groan, blinking blearily as he looks around. ]

Ugh... I feel nauseous...

[ He looks around, but-- everything is unfamiliar. ]

What the--

[ He stumbles out of bed, and the door-- won't open. With a scowl, he starts slowly tugging on the door. You might even be able to hear the grunting as he struggles to pry it open. ]

[bowtiedbones]

Oh geez, all the doors are like this, aren't they?

[surprise help pulling the doors open from the other side!]

[axeboyfriend]

Looks like it.

[ Not that he has any idea what anything outside this room is like right now. Oh well, that's not important.

With the two combined, the door opens-- not easily, but far more rapidly than it would have otherwise. He looks at his rescuer. ]

...Thanks. 'ppreciate it.

[friskmanagement]

[You approach with another CHAIR you found in the carriage.]

Do we need to hold this one open too?

[bowtiedbones]

No problem! And gosh yeah, the less times we have to open these doors, the better.

[axeboyfriend]

Agreed.

[ He levels a scowl at the door. ]

[friskmanagement]

So.

[You look at the tall guy. Well, tall relative to you.]

Do...you know anything about where this is?

[axeboyfriend]

[ He's tall compared to a lot of people. ]

Not a damned clue.

[ The words come out gruff and with no small amount of reluctance, but they're honest. ]

[bowtiedbones]

That makes three for three on having no idea what's going on. Cool!

[could be sarcastic, but she just sounds stressed. cool cool cool cool cool.]

[friskmanagement]

I'm starting to feel like there's a pretty good chance we were kidnapped.

[This seems like the textbook definition of kidnapping.]

Does anybody know what's going on with the voice in the PA?

[axeboyfriend]

Nnnnnnope.

[ He drawls the word out. ]

All I've got so far is "kidnapped and the power's out." Which is pretty self-evident.

[bowtiedbones]

We might have been voluntold, but... same difference, really.