Torpid Void

Harper
"Mhmm," she hummed, staring at the ground below her. 

Rowan 
Rowan stumbled upon a town not far from where he had started, and since then had composed an eloquent poem about how inconvenient this ordeal was and how much he appreciated it. It was his best work so far out of the poems written half asleep at 4 am, with a deadline two hours later. "Excuse me?"

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Louis
"So, what room do you want?"

Harper
Harper flicked her hand at the room closest to her. She huffed and went into it. Stop panicking.

Louis
He walked into the other room and looked around. A basic bed. Louis wondered if maybe, when he fell asleep, he would wake up back in his apartment. That would be nice. But he was having to face the reality that this was most likely real, and it raised several questions. How did time here correlate with time in the real world? Was his body still in bed at home? What happened if he died here?

Harper
Harper laid down on her bed, starinf at the wall while trying to quiet her mind. She chewed the inside of her cheek as she thought, her eyes fluttering in a threat to close from slight exhaustion.

Louis
He glanced down at the old pair of clothes that he wore to bed. No shoes. He doubted he'd be able to get a job looking like this, if jobs here were anything like the real world. He wasn't looking forward to working. He had his company back home to start. A job would make this place seem more permanent. He didn't want routine here. He wanted out, and the sooner the better.

Mason
 Carefully, tediously, he removed himself from the box. Luckily, the opening was just to his right, not above or below him, which made the ordeal significantly easier than it could have been, though no less painful. Once he'd managed to pull himself out onto the dirt, Mason reached back into the tiny prison, stuffing all of his miscellaneous keepsakes back into the large leather bag that he never let leave his sight. He slipped the bag's strap over his shoulder, but made no move to stand. Not yet. He tried to take a deep breath, but it only resulted in searing pain shooting up from his stomach to his chest. Mason winced, blindly grabbing for his ribs. "Ow... ow," he hissed, shakily drawing in a series of quick, shallow breaths. He was in the process of mentally cursing both himself and Aerow when a new voice split the air. He looked up in the direction of the newcomer, blinking the pain from his eyes as best as he could. The stranger in question was a dark-haired guy with glasses, seemingly quite confused and most likely inexperienced. "Uh... Ow... Hi. Kind of... dying here. You?"

Rowan 
"Just trying to finish my classes, but nooo. I had to be teleported to some weird dream in the middle of a very necessary all-nighter because of that stupid thirty-page paper and I've only got three more weeks! I don't have time for this! And I can't miss my poetry lecture in the early dawn, darn it!" Rowan was about to continue, reciting his recently-written masterpiece, but the stranger's expression made him reconsider.

Harper
Harper took a deep breath, finally quieting her mind long enough to think about what had happened, instead of just reacting to it. She was probably gonna get sold, whether to a family or a job she didn't know, but it didn't sound very entertaining. She was stuck with someone she hardly knew, and really didn't trust either; and where was Shane? Or her dad and mom? 

Louis
He went into the kitchen and found a cup, getting himself some water. He sat down in a random chair in the living room and sipped at the liquid while he thought. He'd told Harper that he wouldn't let them sell her off, but in a couple days, or maybe even the next day, they would be taking her. He had to come up with a plan quickly if that was to be prevented.

Mason
 "Out of all things, you're concerned about school right now- Actually, never mind. Just look at him. That shouldn't be surprising," he muttered, the last part directed at himself. "Any chance you could help me up?"

Rowan
Rowan shrugged and nodded. "College is a near death experience," he muttered.

Mason
 "Well then what are you waiting for?," he snapped, extending a hand as a way to imply that he wanted help and wanted it sooner than later.

Rowan 
Rowan took the guy's and hand helped him up. "So... so you have any idea what this place is?"