Ohgod oh god,

"We aren't going to die." Myles said standing again. His legs felt like jelly, and he was already tired, how come this is all happening right now? "Not if we keep our wits about us. The suits got us here right? Well the pins what's to say they can't get us back?"

Keith crossed his arms rolling his eyes, ''Lead? You?'' he scoffed, ''I'm on a ship for a few hours and now I'm being dragged into...what ever...this is.'' he said gesturing to everything.

Claudius raised a hand and attempted to say something, but decided against it.

"Those symbols got us here," she corrected slightly, ignoring Keith beside her. "But you're right. They should be able to get us back. But back to where?" She reached out and brushed her hands over the W symbol lightly. "Uh that did nothing. Do we all have to touch it at the same time or something?"

She curiously held the scaly suit

"It's worth a try." Myles said hesitantly stepping forward towards them. If he put all his weight on his heel first it seemed to be normal walking though that wasn't set in stone.

Keith traced a finger down the scar that went down from the corner of his lower lip towards his jaw, ''So were that desperate now.'' he snorted turnng on his heel,''Why don't you all try rubbing the notes instead?" he remarked sarcastically, stalking further away from the group.

Tala slid her hand over the lantern symbol on the ring...she didn't have the paper anymore

Artemesia, who didn't care about Keith's sulking and hate of the human population, yanked his arm and pressed it against the Bat symbol. She knew he would pull it away but she glared at him. "Oh, come on. What's worse; dying, or trying something that could save your life?" She watched him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Please," she whispered. Great you're dead Artemesia.... the emo kid's gonna kill you... "Idiot," she muttered.

Chris walked up to the glass case and did as the girl had told. He turned to the girl who was eyeing Aquaman's costume. "Hey, you gonna do it too?"

Keith attempted to pull away, his arm was cold, like a rain pelted window, but sighed in defeat, "Fine." he growled through gritted teeth. The odd scar glinted coldly in the reflected light of the case.

Claudius wandered over towards the Martian Manhunter case with a grin.