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[This guy at least isn't objecting to the leopard PJs ~~(perhaps because he's already got a leopard look going)~~, he's leaving it on and throwing a coat+boots over it. Anyone standing out in the hall will witness him having a little trouble with the door, though. He'll get it open eventually, just... it takes a few separate heaves to force it all the way.]

[ yeah. no. shiro is not a fan. well, okay: recap. waking up in an unknown bed is never a good feeling ( not that he knows much about that, thank you ). waking up in an unknown room to an alarm blaring is a step closer to terrifying ( but actually, not that unusual ). but waking up in leopard print pajamas? that takes it.

~~also, it’s a bit snug. #holdstronglittlebuttons~~

grabbing the dead smartphone! not bothering to change ( where are the men’s clothes in that closet?? ) annnnd out of the room he goes. admittedly, a touch panicked and immensely concerned, but ultimately, curious and determined to map out the lay of the ship ( or whatever this is exactly ). so. off he goes to find –

oh. um. a person. in matching pajamas. n e a t. ] Hello? [ and with some more confidence – ] Hi. Do you need help with that?

[whoa, big stranger. so big. and they match!! this guy (who is like a full foot shorter than Shiro) waves at him through the small gap in the door.]

Hello and please and thank you!

[Nauseous: yes. Confused: definitely. Scared...? Not yet, anyway. Depending, this could be a good thing. Sort of. Probably not but there's no harm in keeping an open mind.

The pajamas on the other hand really have to go. He's already switched into white jeans and a sweater by the time he wanders down. Seeing other people is honestly a relief, but he's still going to put his guard up.]

Good Evening.

[Is it evening? He doesn't know, man, but he's not the type to let himself look anything but composed..]

Oh- good evening. Is it evening, I wonder...

[at least this stranger looks small and soft and... generally harmless, really. he was sort of wandering around the lower level looking every which way at the furnishings and things.]

[ The leopard print PJs he can take, that's no issue. It's the recording that played after the alarm that he is not too excited about. You alone were saved? That's got to be a joke.

And he's pretty much ready to go on a mission to punch whoever's responsible for this, pajamas be damned — punch first and ask questions is an approach that never betrayed him. But as he steps out of his room, he sees there are.

Well.

Actual other people. ]

... Uhm. Never been much of a pajama party person, but I'm taking this is going to change soon.

[oh hey another member for the spotted gang here in this hallway. wait. "never been much of a"....? short guy raises his hand.]

Am I perhaps the only one who doesn't remember what sort of person I am in the first place?

[he was hoping that was universal!! and not just a him problem!!]

I haven't the slightest idea when it'll change. I'm getting the impression that none of us do.

[At least he's changed out of the pyjamas. You guys can suffer. If he has to fight the jeans are... marginally better.]

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If it isn't, we should probably be concerned about the darkness.

[Although like by that measure the utterly black sky should also be concerning which, actually, it is.]

...Actually, we should be concerned about the darkness regardless, but as there's nothing else to tell us the time, "evening" it shall be.

[ Okay, well. Add another thing to the worry pile. He does want to go outside and punch the hell out of whatever problem this is, but there's an amnesiac teenager (sure) here. That'll have to wait. ]

Can't speak for everyone, but me? I remember everything just fine. You okay there?

Well. I'm pretty sure we can get a good one rolling right now, there's at least two of us rocking this look.

[ But this guy isn't, so they probably have things to change into. Good to know, though not a priority ]

You got any idea what's going on, aside from the creepy message that played earlier? Name's Peter, by the way. Nice to meet you.

Should we?

[Sounds. Legitimately confused by that statement. But now that he's considering it, he supposes he doesn't have a good basis to not think anything of the blackness...]

Oh dear. I suppose not, then...?

[Said teenager doesn't seem to be in a hurry to rush out and punch things. He's just kind of hanging around by his doorway, looking mostly confused with a touch of unsettled.]

[ Well. For being an amnesiac and possibly more confused than he is, he seems to be taking it totally fine. ]

Right. Do you remember anything at all? A name or — any small detail? That could help you.

Rufus. It's a pleasure, but I've no intention of changing back into those awful things.

[It was terrible. Horrible.

And conveniently, it's just now the recording kicks back in, again.]

In any case... I take it you mean That message? I'm afraid I'm as lost as you.

[Wait. Now he's even more confused.]

...Should we... not? There are no stars.

( Wandering down will prove at least one other person was so deeply offended by the pajamas that they were ditched, especially when it was in favor of lined leggings and an oversized sweater, keeping her infinitely warmer.

It's a good thing their common area has a fireplace, and one with a working flue and chimney— Angela's started a fire to brew some coffee over, or whatever nearest equivalent she could find in the kitchen below, with some of the perishables brought out with her on a large tray.

Look. She can't cook anything exquisite, but she's spend enough time around campfires in the middle of nowhere to be able to toss meat and vegetables in a skillet over a fire and poke them around. Cooked foods will last longer and they can all worry about storing anything left over later. This is preemptive in case they can't restore power, but first she has to kick back this nausea and see who else is stirring in the car. When one of them appears, the way she turns to look his way is just this side of startled, no matter how easily she smiles. )

Good evening indeed. There is a bit of tea here if you'd care to join me. Coffee is in the kettle now.

A name... my name...

[fffrowns.]

I don't think so. I'm sorry.

Yep. That one.

[ He looks visibly worried as it plays — it's obvious he's not taking it well no matter how much he's trying to keep that under a lid. ]

There's missing parts, but enough to form a basic understanding.

[ And he really, really doesn't like what he's gathering from it ]

I'm familiar with the concept of different universes and dimensions, but ... man. Even for me, this is new.

( Goodness, that one must be stuck worse than hers had been. When she hears the struggling, she almost goes to help until it seems someone else beat her to the punch.

She'll peer from the foot of the staircase to see if they managed, having definitely ditched the pajamas. )

Is everything all right up there...?

[ All right Parker. Be reassuring, this isn't going to help if you turn it into a Big Deal ]

All right, don't sweat it. It'll come to you — promise. You just gotta be patient about it.

Mine's Peter. Anything you'd like me to call you?

Well, yes? Isn't that... [trails off.] ...I'm sorry, I think I'm just confused. I don't remember how I got here or, well, anything at all.

Yes it is thank you de- ma'am!

[Calls down from upstairs, catching himself partway through. Why did he just start to call a grown adult "dear"........... he'll chalk it up to being generally confused. Anyway, once he's chatted with the rest of the slower guys he'll be heading on over there, too.]

[The kid's(????) ears are drooping a bit, but he doesn't seem SUPER DISTRESSED or anything.]

Yes, I'm sure it will. Thank you, sir... and no, I can't think of anything off the top of my head.

( Good evening(?) fellow moms, your friendly neighborhood doctor has tea made with coffee in the kettle brewing up next, and a fire crackling away merrily to make up for the dim lighting and ominous darkness beyond the glass, lit by some little broken stool or another— tempting as it may have been to use the leopard pajamas as kindling.

No, those are neatly folded at the foot of her bed in favor of the oversized sweater and leggings she's curled up in, for now. Manning the fire from a chair beside it, soaking in the warmth and poking around some of the perishables in a heavy skillet to the best of her ability.

It's clear at a glance she has little sense of what goes together so she hasn't quite seasoned anything besides "pepper", but she has a large stockpot on standby filled with water and she's sprinkling flour on whatever she's chopped up for the skillet. She's going for a stew. (Please, for the love of god, offer additions.) )

Has the nausea caught you as well? A bit of tea there should help settle your stomach, and stew should be done shortly. I couldn't get the door open to access the rest of the train.

( Not by herself, anyway. Stronger security than within the car, she assumes. )