Ana was feeling really depressed now. She couldn't just stand here and do nothing. Couldn't we at least try the door or something? Anything? Just to stop her standing there. She rubbed her eyes. This was killing her. Again, she unintentionally let out a growl. Ok, this was just becoming annoying now. All this growling, it made her feel like a mongrel dog, allthough, she supposed, what would she be categorised as now?

(Nobody answered my question about weapons. )

((I did Sarah, check your Messages))

Ian wasn't sure about this when they entered the kitchen. There was something about the ambiance thaat he didn't like. He was slightly disgusted that the food he got came from such a filthy kitchen. Pinching his nose Ian walked over to the stove and turned it off. When this happened apparently the chef decided to just up and leave because everything was still running. "This kitchen is a lot worse than I pictured in my mind." He muttered to no one in general. He peered inside the pot and gagged. It was black, burnt, with what looked light a white substance on top. He couldn't tell if it was mold or arsenic.

(I have tons of questions to ask Daemon when I get back. )

((You can ask me. I'm still the owner and Deamon and Soltra are too. XD))

A sigh of relief sounded over Flare as she saw the Operation Room was spotless. She had a dread deep in her stomach that something horrible was on the other side of the door but was greeted with an ordinary O.R. Flare stepped lightly swiveling her head from side to side, not sure what she was looking for. In memory, the door on the right is where they needed to go and that's the course Flare was going to stay on. She pulled back one of the dangling blue curtains and stopped right at the operation table. Her heart pounded as she stared at the Velcro straps on the table. She remembered fighting and flailing about when they first strapped her down to this table. Her knees got weak and she began to feel uncomfortable, "ugh," she snapped out of it, "horrible..." Flare turned around on her feet and spied some hanging aprons on a wall hanger. "Oh!" Flare squeaked as she happily bounded across the Operating Room, passing a young boy who was staying close to another experiment. She snatched the baby blue apron and put it on. "Gosh, even though this doesn't cover my rear," Flare twisted her head to look at her bunny butt, "at least I got torso coverage, even if I don't need it." She took comfort in having something close to a shirt on.

Her ear twitched hearing was Alf was saying. A confused look came across her face as she turned around, seeing silly V-Tech drop a device. AGWDD? Is that an acronym for something? Flare pondered, her ears falling close to her head when she was spooked by a tap on the shoulder. She turned her head to see an experiment looking much like herself staring at her. She was covered in short fur and had facial features indicating she was a raccoon. Delighted and surprised Flare wondered how she could have missed this experiment in the group. The soft spoken raccoon girl nervously wanted to get going soon. Flares eyes looked down, damn... my feet are big, she thought as she rotated her foot. "Yeah.. we don't want to spend too long in here..." Flare turned to look at the others, then to the door that they must go through next. What was that smell?

((Thanks Daemon!))

Resting his chin on interlocked fingers, he stared at the screen, re-reading the passage over and over again. Level 5... They were at Level 2, weren't they? So does that mean that a level upwards was Level 1? Or would it be Level 3? It would make sense for it to be Level 1, yet he did not know how the layout of the underground building was, so he could be wrong. Glancing to his right, he noticed Lyra reading a stack of folders.
"Lyra? What's that?" He murmured as he walked up behind her. Lyra did not flinch, and gave a brief summary of the paper she had read.
"Level 5... What's... there?" She asked out loud, but in such a way only Alf could hear her. The male shrugged, and glanced at the paper in her hands, while his mind processed the email he had read. Raiden...?

Richter overheard Alf, but not too clearly - his hearing wasn't improved after all. But he did have good hearing to begin with... slightly - and he only assumed what was the gist of the email. Noah seemed comfortable just looking around the room, but stuck near the middle, so in a case where he needed to run, he could go either way.

(Emily wants to look at the computer monitors, please write what will be on them. )

((please Sarah, PM me instead of crowding up the forum with OOC stuff xP now if you had read my mini narrations, you will find out that all the monitors say the same thing so there really isn't anything new I can let your character see, lol))

(yay, Owain was a success!)
Milo hung at the back at the group, not really interested in what was in the room, but more who was in it. It seemed all of these people were similar to him. He wasn't quite accustomed to seeing people with animalistic bodies, but he supposed that he was that his changes were all internal. He refused to take his headphones off however, afraid of the noise overcoming him. What use would it do him anyway, if someone was coming to kill them it wasn't as though they had anywhere to go. Milo blinked, forcing himself out of his morbid musings. He noticed people were exploring the room, looking at the computers and opening draws. He stayed in the corner, thinking it unwise to notify anybody of their presence by nosing around. He watched awkwardly, not quite sure of what to do with himself (Feel free to talk to Milo!)
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Fina was surprised to find herself in a kitchen. She found it almost comical that there was something so mundane as a kitchen in a scary evil laboratory. Although, she supposed that they did require food, like most other people. Except... she wasn't like other people any more. She had wings. Normal people did not have wings. Sighing, she lightly ran her fingers over one of the cold metal benches. She almost ran straight into a short boy. "Oh, sorry kiddo," she said softly and he stumbled backwards. He seemed to have a metal tail and a strange necklace. At least she wasn't the only one with crazy things done to her body. "Watch where you are walking slag," he replied quickly before stomping away indignantly, leaving Fina speechless.
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Owain was in a terrible mood. He wanted nothing more than to get out of this place, but it seemed that all that these people were interested in was 'searching for clues'. They would never escape at this rate! He searched around, looking for doors and possible weapons. There were kitchen knives around the room, but he was too short too reach any of them. Far out, he thought, internally pouting. He felt the necklace speeding up with his rising anger, and he moved quickly to shove it back underneath his shirt where it couldn't be seen.

Was kind of tired by the time I reached Owain, sorry XD