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You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.

Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--

The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.

"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily. Fog envelopes the windows, obstructing your view and reminding you of an unsettling dream simultaneously. The air is humid inside the carriages, a vent beside your feet heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows, a slightly different shade and consistency as the grey fog.

It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state. The train judders to a stop, the shape of buildings and people only now barely visible as shadows beyond the windows.

"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."

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[ she was still groggy while getting off the train, but not tired enough to be surprised by the amount of people getting off at the same stop she was ]

[Louis just got jostled from the strange image of the shadow and the voices by a much louder voice, and is now staring strangely at his surroundings. He's never been on a train before, and this is all new to him. However, seeing that it has stopped, and knowing at least some of the words he's hearing, he gets off the seat he's been snuggling on and starts looking around. Before he does so, he writes "I'm lost" on his slate, and arranges things so that it is prominent.]

[ Kanaya is also drowsy, her mind still ruminating upon the interrupted legend, the strangeness of her surroundings and this passenger-carrying locomotive, and the swath of unrecognizable people around her, all disembarking in one place. Is that how these systems work? Her gut tells her that's not how it works, but she's too sleepy to think of any other options.

She is, however, awake enough to try not to gouge out anyone next to her with her horns. ]

Her whole body felt heavy, and for some time, she could not even open her eyes. When the train finally lurched forward, England was forced to leave with the rest of the passengers, though she would not have minded sleeping a bit longer.

Wait. Train? When did she get on a train?

England made her way to the door and walked down the steps in a haze, shielding her eyes from the sun once she was outside.

"What the hell..."

Groggy... that wasn't a normal, she usually woke up chipper as a person who just drank eight cups of coffee. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, it appeared to be a cabin in a train, what was she doing on a train? Especially a train that looked nothing like the Eurostar.

She rubbed her head, it hurt a little, she must have overslept. She stood from her chair and looked out in the passageway of the train, there must be others on this train.

Koizumi drifted gradually out of the dream. He hadn't heard his alarm clock or cell phone, so there wasn't any rush, and he was rather enjoying it. Despite (or perhaps because of) their cliches and simplicity, he had always liked fairy tales. A neat little predictable world where everything turned out well in the end. Unless of course you read the real faerie tales, but those had an appeal of their own. In any case, he wasn't really worried until it occurred to him that he was moving. He'd gone to sleep in his own bed last night. Last he checked, his bed wasn't especially mobile. He opened his eyes.

...Oh dear.

He surveyed his surroundings. On an old-fashioned train in an unfamiliar landscape, pulling into a station whose name he didn't recognize. A lot of strangers in bizarre costumes. A grey-skinned woman with horns. A bird with a slate.

Oh dear.

He pulled out his cell phone, fingers already finding the speel-dial for Mori, but all it did was beep and inform him that he was not in the network area. Then the low battery chime sounded and it promptly shut off.

Oh dear. But that was all right, wasn't it? He had Mori's number memorized. He looked up at the strange assembly before him and offered a smile that was only slightly strained.

"I don't suppose I could borrow someone's cell phone?"

Soubi quickly settled his mind as soon as he was able. It was a learned trick that would never leave him. Nothing about this situation was right, but then again, what was? Soubi decided to do as the voice said for now and walk off the train. As soon as he was clear of the machine he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapping them on his hand and then pulling one out. He had no desire to bring attention to himself. It was time to just walk and smoke, observing everyone around him.

[ why would you ever want to talk to this guy. He smells terrible. His clothing is soaked with a mixture of sweat and dark blue blood. He's not even awake yet.

shit he's waking up.

TALK TO SOMEONE ELSE, HURRY ]

Ugh...what a horrible way to come back to conciousness. The Team Rocket leader felt disgusting, but somehow couldn't force himself awake. The dream came back to him, though faded. Yes...he had heard similar tales as a child, though they usually involved strange monsters and Hypnos.

As the train slowed, he heard the announcement blare over the speakers, and slowly he forced himself to sit up. God, why was he so groggy? Had he had too much to drink? No...he'd only had his normal glass of wine before bed.
Had it be drugged?
The unpleasant thought seemed more likely as he opened his eyes and looked around. The dream faded, and he noticed as his stomach settled that he was on a train. His compartment was unlike anything he'd voluntarily stay in- much less regal. It was also uncomfortably warm.

Something wasn't right...His last memories...were of going to bed. That was all. Kidnapping was more and more a possibility as he thought about it, though the more he thought, the more a headache built up within his skull. Why would anyone want to kidnap him in the first place?

The train finally stopped, and he heard the final announcement. Well, he'd soon find out what was going on.

He really couldn't help voicing the thought echoing in his mind, though:
"What the hell?"

It had been a long, long time since Aradia had ever been tired. Being trapped in a robotic body and also being a ghost did that to you. In a way, it was a little refreshing. It meant she was alive.

Her memory was a little foggy. She remembered the Green Sun, reuniting with the survivors of both sessions, sending off the meteor... but as for how she arrived at this station, she hadn't a clue. Maybe it was another dream bubble? It seemed to be the most likely answer. It looked like a more human place, so maybe she just had to find the human that dreamt it.

When the train stopped she flitted up, hovering just a few inches off the floor with her big, red butterfly wings. It was a little difficult to manoeuvre in the tight space. Hopefully, she wouldn't accidentally knock anyone over with her wings.

It had less to do with the voice over the intercom and more to do with the way the train was coming to a halt, that familiar loss of momentum and swaying as the vehicle slowed down, that caused Shizune to awaken.

Getting up, she's not sure what bothers her more: that she doesn't know where she is, or that she has a vague idea what's happening, as if this were something she'd seen in a dream before.

In any case, it looks like everyone is exiting, so she starts moving towards the exit as well. Maybe Misha was around? She really hoped Misha was around.

Japan was more than used to trains, with the hustle and bustle of the rush hours, people on all sides, the speakers intoning the name of the next stop. She's been on trains so many times, she naturally rises from her slumber and heads towards the exit without a second glance to the other passengers. She descends onto the platform, taking in the fresh air before the drowsiness finally fades away.

She blinks and finally gets a hold of herself.

Where was this place? When had she gotten on this strange train? The scenery was too unfamiliar, too... European.

Alex sometimes woke with no memories of previous nights, sometimes in distant parts of the city he was born and raised, but never had he left the city before to end up in a completely foreign one. He was looking around for a conductor. He needed to ask where this was; how to get back. He needed to not panic. That was the most important thing; don't panic. Too bad he was already starting to.

When Ishizu awoke, a hand instantly lifted to her head, for there was a brief moment when her mind still felt fogged. It was like any time when her Millennium Necklace would have just ended up not showing her anything of the future, and yet it was different from that too.

Not that it mattered. One, her necklace was gone now. Two, she needed to get off this train.

As she stepped off, her eyes widened slightly, her mask of professional calm fading just a little. Had she ended up at least somewhere in Japan, she would have felt better, but... wherever she was was far from it. But she wasn't in Egypt either, that much she could tell. "So where am I?" she involuntarily murmured to herself, glancing around to see that those around her were just as confused.

[ Iceland is currently perplexed at the fact that he is on a train. There are three railways in his country, and this train isn't on any of them. It's been a long time since he's woken up and not had a clue where he was, and none of those particular incidents involved vague recollections faceless storytellers; only dreamless comas and killer hangovers. He wasn't sure which he preferred.

Right now he's just tired and confused. ]

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