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[drowning_dog]

His first thought, blooming in the back of his mind as he pushes out his first breath of stale air, goes to the Retinal Resorts. Some matrix bullshit, hypnosis. Something. Fun Ghoul stands on the raised platform, perfectly still aside from the involuntarily twitch of his fingers as they hang at his sides. It's so cold. It's a long few minutes of stillness as he listens and looks.

Finally, his hand twitches up to thumb the gun in his double-breasted holster. In an environment like this, he can't believe his hosts let him keep his--

"Fuck." The familiar hum of building charge--there's nothing there. The gun is dead. Fun Ghoul's gaze snaps back over his shoulder. It scrapes around the round room, almost sharp enough to squeal against the metal walls. His gun hand drops, and he absently tugs at the bracelet they locked around his wrist. His lips purse, and he whistles a few loud, clear bars of a classic song--normally a signal to his friends, but just here it's a comfort noise, something to soothe his nerves. They're on fire.

The tablet. His heart jolts in his chest when his attention settles on it. Monitoring. "Shit." The steps toward it are clipped, body cable tense till he gets his hands on it to turn it around--

But before he actually turns it, before he can figure out how to disable this nasty little motherfuck, the door opens and there's light. It doesn't take too long to figure out that he needs to device to keep the door open, so he finally just grabs it, keeping it painfully tight in his palm. The sun. The sun. The sun.

There isn't any sun. More dead lights down clean hallways. Maybe he's home after all--or at least maybe here is somewhere unfortunately similar. Fun Ghoul's steps out of the arrival room are slow, deliberate, paced to a raise of his hands in surrender. Who is watching? "Don't fire." He hollers down the corridor for anyone (anything) detaining him, watching him.

"I'm a friend."

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[build]

A nod of her head in agreement and she is letting out a low sigh. "I'd give anything to be back home right now. But I grew up in Red Wing. You?" Because you clearly have her attention now, Ghoul and this is way too small a world for her now.

[drowning_dog]

"Aw, no shit! Roots're in Mankato for me, but I had, uh, I have--uh." Another laughs coughs up, but it's dry--just filling space while he decides where exactly he wants to tread. "I been around Red Wing. Sorry, did you--have another question?"

[build]

This oddly went to the realm of slightly creepy coincidence and she can't put it past him, that he might just messing with her in some way - knowing just how to get to her. (can we call her slightly paranoid?)

"Small world." It's said with a slightly unsure tone, but she does offer him a small smile still, as she is bobbing her head in thought.

"Besides this whole alien hamster thing - which mind you is hard to put my head around still. You think there is a reason someone would have wanted you here?" She can assume why she and Arthur were brought here, but trying to understand why the others seems to be of interest to her as well. (It also rules out you being a projection, okay?)

"I mean is there something of importance you can offer this place?"

[drowning_dog]

That hesitance is damn audible, and he grimaces a little, but just a little. Whatever, she can think him as sketchy as she wants. The next question merits a few seconds of silence as he comes off the wall to start looking around. Of importance? Seems a little grand--and a little worrisome. He can only think of so many reasons anyone would want him, and none of them are safe reasons or reasons he's ready to share with a complete stranger, no matter how helpful. "I have a friend here." Ghoul settles on finally. "Maybe he needs me."

[build]

It's honestly nothing personal, more her just attempting to understand how she should behave here. She honestly knows there is a chance people aren't what they appear here, and it tends to make her a bit more paranoid then she is use to - for that, she is sorry. (give her time; she'll warm up a bit quicker then most)

A small nod of her head in understanding, as she then offers him a small smile at the corner of her mouth. She knows she perhaps has only met or come across a handful here, but having someone from home can only be a good thing. "That can only help you here I guessing. Hopefully you can find a way home then. Or at least get some more answers then what I’m coming up with."

A small crinkle of her nose and she is quickly debating on her next words. "Because from what I've noticed as of late, people really don't seem too worried about going home here." Which has her sounding clearly surprised, because who is a fan of being kidnapped and forced to live a life they didn't create?

[drowning_dog]

"Brainwashing?" He offers, terribly helpful. "How long've you been here, Ariadne?"

this totally was hidden in my spam...sorry bout the slowness

[build]

A shrug of her shoulder and a ghost of a smile, "Can't rule anything out." because you have no idea, just how much of a possibility that can honestly be.

Her nose crinkles slightly then adding with a slight sigh. "A few days though - which honestly means I'm not much help to you. Hopefully your friend will be better at a welcome."

it wasn't actually that slow NO WORRIES

[drowning_dog]

"Jesus!" He laughs, a little thrown off and a little genuinely amused. "And here I thought you were my damn oracle! Well shit, that just makes us two orientation buddies, don't it, Red Wing?"

[build]

She couldn't help but laugh slightly at that, flashing him a small smile at the name. (gotta admit, it is nice having someone from back home - even if they are a possible projection.) "Sorry to disappoint you, though if I do find anything out, I will be sure to let you know." A beat and she is adding: "Hopefully I'm keeping you from your friend. Not that I am. But you know – I should be polite and give you an out here if you need it. Because I'm sure I could sit and pick your brain all day if you let me." Seriously, she isn’t joking, she could come up with a dozen random (and perhaps pointless) questions. Least she thinks enough to give him the option to leave without just up and running away.