Torpid Void

Louis
He glanced over his shoulder and slowed the slightest to allow her to catch up. "So what's your name? Mine's Louis."

Harper
She traced the ground with her blueish-gray eyes quietly for a moment. She finally decided against her better judgement, again. "Harper."

Mason
 He blinked his eyes open slowly, taking a few moments to mentally go over the events of the last couple days and how all that led up to where he was now. Box. Fell over. Now it's- It's not broken. The realization was enough to finally pull him out of his drowsy state, and he attempted to sit up, only managing to pick his head and shoulders up off the ground before hitting the top of his head on what was now the ceiling of his prison. He rubbed his head with a muffled "ow," laying back down on the glass with a matter-of-fact choice word, staring up through the glass above him for a few minutes as he thought about his situation. No food. No water. No way to get out. No way to stand up now that it's down. No substantial air vents - the one necessary thing I do have is cigarettes, and yet smoking one in here will most likely kill me. Isn't that great.
 After a short while, Mase grew restless, so he resorted to attempting to kick the glass above him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it'd crack - or, even better, pop out. However, do to his position, he wasn't able to kick it hard enough to do anything besides cause the dirt from his shoes to rain onto his shirt. This is... less than desirable. He let the thought rest in his mind for a moment, taking a few heartbeats to really assess his situation. No resources. No way of getting out. I don't know where I am. I don't know when I am. My head hurts and I think I have at least one broken rib.
 I'm going to die here.

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Louis
"So you don't think your parents are here, huh? I guess we'll just have to find a way out, then. How'd you get here?" Louis glanced down at the small girl and studied her a moment before seeing how far they were from the town.

Harper
"No, they're... I dunno honestly. I'm not sure what time it is, or was, at least..." She proceeded to study the ground. "I was sleeping, and then I got up and went into some darkness."

Louis
He nodded thoughtfully. A dream world? Is everything here actually happening, then? And is it happening in real time, or..? 

Harper
Harper remained silent, not looking up from the golden sand tjat was starting to burn her feet. She exhaled and stopped to check the bottom of her foot for a moment.

Aerow
Being someone who sees everything, everywhere, whenever, and however, it wasn't that hard for Aerow to laugh at Mason's miserable state. She had been quite intrigued by his stupidity, and had watched him from the still darkness. He made such an efflort to escape, it was almost depressing. Almost.
Aerow slipped out of the void and stepped onto the ground next to the box, her form shimmering into existence slowly. She walked around the box a moment, nodding her head in approval. "Poor boy. You'll never escape, will you?"

Louis
He noticed her checking her feet and grew mildly concerned. The sun was barely up, and the sand wasn't warm yet. "Are your feet hurting?" 

Mason
 "Who are you?," Mason demanded, ignoring her question. He gazed up at her suspiciously, raking her with his dark, calculating eyes that could be quite menacing at times, though probably weren't to her. "And what are you? Some kind of goth chick with magical powers?"

Aerow
Aerow smiled, her eyes shifting to a sligjtly different colour. "I'm Aerow, but that's of no importance."

Harper
Harper nodded without a word, rubbing her feet.

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Louis
He thought a moment, studying the terrain. "Okay. One second, wait right here." Louis walked toward a small cluster of plants and examined them. He pulled off a couple broad leaves and ran his hand over them, testing to see if his skin reacted to them. While he waited for a possible reaction, he examined the other plants. Not much to work with. He plucked up what looked like a course grass, running the same skin test but on his other hand. After determining they were at least safe to touch, he gathered a few of the two kinds of plants and worked with them for a moment before returning to Harper. "Here, tie these onto your feet. They're not shoes, but they'll protect your feet a little bit." 

Rowan 
Rowan didn't remember falling asleep, but he woke up in a different place. No laundry everywhere, no textbooks marked in highlighter and pen and papers written in sloppy handwriting scattered on every available surface, no yesterday's yesterday's worth of dishes piled to the high heavens on the counter and beyond, no writing utensils scattered everywhere, and no stack of poetry compilations on the couch. In fact, Rowan had no idea where he was. "I don't have time for this," he muttered. "I don't have time for sleep!" It was supposed to be his third all-nighter that week, spent working on that thirty page paper. Oh, that cursed, blessed paper that would make or break his grade. He despised that thing.

Harper

Harper eyed the plants, muttering something again before she sat down. She took the plants and tied them to her feet tentatively.

Mason
 "I'm Mason, and that is of importance. So is the reason why I'm here and what this place is, though I don't know the answer to either of those questions, so your help would be greatly appreciated," he fired back, shifting slightly when his back started to ache from being pressed against such a hard surface for so long.

Louis
"I tested to see if they were poisonous, but I don't think so. At least not to the touch. Is that better?"