RP Land

"GAAAH!"
With a loud WHUMP a girl called Lucy (not her real name, for the sake of the story, let's just call her that) fell out of the sky and faceplanted on the fluffy green grass or whatever was below.
She tried to sit up, but a minute later her blue otter boxed phone fell out of the sky and bonked her on the head, the glaring screen reading NO RECEPTION.
"Dangit."

(OAKY! I AM HERE! >83)

Sitting up grumpily, she stuffed her phone in her black shorts pocket, straightening her light blue ORANGE BEACH ALABAMA shirt and looking down at her feet.
That was great. Pink toed socks, but no shoes. Not even her slippers had made the trip...
"Well, that's lovely," Lucy mumbled, taking her socks off so she'd have some sort of excuse as to why she didn't have any shoes. Barefootedness was acceptable; running around in just socks looked stupid.
She stood up, pushing her light brown and naturally highlighted hair out of her brown eyes and glanced around. Dang, she'd left the house without even brushing her hair? Gad. What a mess.
She smelled smoke on the wind, but wasn't entirely sure where it was coming from. She also realized that she was far away from home, and her only weapon was a phone with no reception and her fists.
"Dangit! I wish I had my machete now... OAKY, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
With that, she stomped off in a random direction in the hopes of finding some sort of life, or at least food. At least she had had some Apple Jacks for breakfast before she got zapped into this place.

It seemed everyone here was a member of the Repository. Not a single non-member existed here. But what did that entail? Why only RPR members?

Holy crap, could that mean-

Sanne, Ross, and Jay may notice the small thumping sound in correlation to Lucy's appearance in the fray. She would in fact be directly behind Sanne by a few yards/meters/parsecs/whatever it is they use to measure distance here.

Speaking of Sufyan, where was that guy? And Zeger too? Perhaps they disappeared, to return at a later date? Or maybe they simply woke up, like Inception?

Sabrina struck Oaky as an odd yet friendly duck. Nevertheless he stuck to Gifford like white on rice; Oaky generally trusted people who took authority in these situations and Gifford was already proving himself to be trustworthy. He seemed to give of a vibe of... Safeness, although that was probably due to his uniform and Oaky's first impressions.

After a few minutes the giggling would get louder. Miss would be led in various directions suddenly and without warning, taking sharp turns left, right, and left again, eventually coming to a small area not filled with trees. Like a hole in the forest that nature had forgotten to fill. It was small, the perimeter of the circle was about fifty feet in diameter. Once in, the giggling would stop for her, but not the rest of the group. It would continue to try to lead them in a westward direction, away from the forest...

(In the future, Lucy, I'd recommend using the edit button to add to your posts. Thanks. )

The giggling was really starting to get to him. He wasn't sure whether it sounded like a little girl who just received a balloon animal from a clown, or whether it sounded like a witch stirring in her cauldron of questionable liquid. Being in this strange place made the Belgian man think of the latter.

While Oaky and Witness were near Sabrina, Dylan decided to use those eagle eyes of his to walk further from the group a bit, perhaps into some nearby shrubbery or plains to see if he could find the source of this giggling. He'd try to stay in sight of the others, though. No use in getting them worried over him. He didn't give a warning on what he was planning, though. Well, that isn't very team spirited of you, Dylan! You should know better than that. This is how people die in horror movies!

Sabrina stared over to Dylan when he asked such a random question. "Why? Is it gettin' shut down...? Yeah, I'm a member. Are you?" The question was returned with an almost suspecting tone. Was something going on she didn't know about? There wasn't too much time spent on wondering how RPR and those around her were related, as she heard the giggling once more.

"...What is that?" she whispered. Yeah, Sabrina, like whispering is going to help anything. She kept rubbing her eyes under her glasses and lightly scratching at her arms, sometimes pinching the flesh. She didn't wake up. "Guys can you do anything fancy-neat? Magic? Flight? Are we sleeping?"

FOOM

Well, there goes any direction for a plot.

Kidding, obviously.

That was another fireball. Now the plains themselves were on fire, blocking passage into the forest, and spreading quickly, pushing the group in the westward direction.

(The forest itself is unaffected. Miss is fine.)

"WHOA- THE HECK?!"
Lucy liked spontaneous combustion, but not when she was so close to the combustion itself that her life was in danger. She turned tail and ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction, trying to put some distance between herself and the flames. At some point she almost ran into the fire again, as they seemed unnaturally uniform and seemed to be steering her in a certain direction. She yelped and darted in the other direction like a minnow separated from its school.
Some company would be really nice right about now.

Ceel, upon arriving at the clearing, darted her gaze around the trees and shrubberies. Her eyebrows pinch together, a frown appearing upon her facial features. "An empty clearing?" Ceel's right hand lifts up and places two fingers upon her right temple, her left hand moving in circles, while her eyes close. "A forest clearing, hmm...there was one, no, two. One was a hole, where there was a mask to show to little ones, and another, an ambush." Ceel's hands drop to her sides and she opens her eyes, looking at the ground below her scraped feet. "I am not properly equipped to fend off werewolves, nor should I be the first to discovery a large pit in the earth." Ceel places her back against the nearest tree and crosses her arms across the red silken kimono.

Oh, such bad luck for poor ol' Dylan. He was looking into the plains when the fireball hit. The young man flew back after having been exposed to the impact of the utter sea of fire.

As he crawled through the dirt, he tried smacking his left arm, which had caught of fire. With an expression of fear and shouting all sorts of words that should be censored, he eventually realizes his prized vest wasn't worth burning alive over her. He got up quickly, removed the article of clothing and threw it into the dirt, stomping on it until the fire was doused in a fit of panic. Panting heavily, he looked at his arm and saw it was almost completely red. He then looked towards the others."We have to get the HELL OUT OF HERE!" He shouted at the rest of the group in fear.

Somewhere in the distance, Lucy could hear people shouting, one loud male voice in particular that seemed to be the closest. She stumbled through the plains, trying to avoid stepping on any flames and embers with her bare feet, waving her white and pink socks over her head like a flag as she tried to find the source of the voice.
"HEY! HEY, RANDOM PERSON! HEY! WAIT!" she yelled frantically, using her 480 lung capacity to her advantage. "HEEEEEY!"

Sabrina jumped and reeled backward. "Fire fire fire!" she attempted to yell, though any time she'd raise her voice it'd crack and she'd choke. Did not have a yelling voice it seemed. Suddenly, she saw Dylan struggling with fire and heard not only his yelling, but a girl's yelling in the distance. All this yelling was making her nervous, but not anymore than the fire had!

"But where do we go? Do any of you know where we even are...? Sorry, I don't mean to sound mean or sarcastic or whatever, I promise!" FfFfffss, just chill your tits, Sabrina. No one thinks that. You don't have to apologize every three seconds for being panicked. It's normal. It happens.

Except these circumstances weren't normal. People who've played RPR all gathering in one place that's slowly becoming devoured by violent flames? Yeah, I'd say that's not normal.

Suddenly, there was no more fire. No more forest. Everyone was in one place:

A small village. This was the kind of village you saw in RPGs: A couple of small houses, with people walking around to and fro, aimlessly doing nothing at all.

Oaky, now thoroughly confused, looked around in shock. He counted heads: It seems like everyone who was in the forest before they all split up were together again. Weird.

How did he even get here, anyways? He couldn't remember much of anything now. Except sitting down at his computer, waking up in a forest, running away from a spontaneous forest fire, and now here he was.

Dang.

"Okay, seriously what in the hell?" He asked. Had he been in the company of anyone he knew, (like his parents or siblings or any extended family,) he probably would not have used those exact words. Still, he was very confused.

Then he noticed... Was that Carmen? From debate club?

Well, I guess they were all stuck here. Oaky wondered what would happen next.

Lucy had still been running when the teleportation thingy happened, so she pretty much ran face-first into a house that materialized in front of her. Snarling to herself, she leaned against the building and rubbed her poor, bare and now stubbed toes. The villager people were kind of skirting around her but she honestly didn't care. There were other things currently on her mind.
Lucy was freaked out. True, she was pretty easy to freak out (people seemed to enjoy making her squeal, she didn't know why), but this was super freaky. She had no clue where she was or where the fire went or where her parents or her dogs were. She was actually kinda scared, although she did her best not to show it.
She stuffed her socks in her pocket for later use, looking around warily at her surroundings. She didn't recognize anything or anybody, except-
"AUSTIN!" With a shriek of delight and relief, the short girl practically flew at her friend and fellow speech and debater and gave him one of the most excited tacklehugglomps she had ever given anyone. She was immensely relieved to see someone she knew, since she didn't really know anyone here at all. Maybe she had bumped into them once or twice but besides that, zip.
All previous thoughts of murdering the boy vanished as she pulled away, her eyes holding their usual crazy light. "What in the name of God is going on here? I mean, I like fire, but my feet sure don't."
Oaky was here- that was enough to soothe her for the time being. Familiar faces were the best with all these strange news ones around her; she could be a little shy around people she didn't know all that well. That changed quickly once she got to know them better but for now she'd be somewhat quiet.
Somewhat.

Jay froze, his body stiff as a board when they were transported again. Turning his head slowly, he took in a deep breath and held it, held it, held it, held... it...
The Southerner was almost purple by the time that he exhaled, though it looked like the attempt to soothe his temper in fact only exacerbated it. Another deep breath, this time only held for a second or two, and he immediately stalked over to Maxim, his shoulders rolling slightly, his foot placement deliberate and slow, and his fists clenched into fists.
"Gifford, I-" Watching the kid from earlier get tackled, he sighed and shook his head, pressing his thumbs into his eye for a moment. "Never mind."
Finding a barrel to sit on, Jay separated himself from the group. Now was not the time for another fit. Now was the time for big brains, brains bigger than his. His eyes went back over to the tackled kid and the girl who did it, his eyes narrowing. "Austin, right? You and the young miss there care to stop macking on each other long enough to fill me in on your latest delightful theories?"
Rubbing his mohawk, his eyes sought out Sanne, whom hopefully still held his bat. That bat could be important, and so could the Dutch Amazon.

Her clothes were dirty, her shoes were useless and she was scrambling to get off the ground after Ross announced who he was. She had no time to even collect herself before everything was different. Gone was the forest, say hi to the village.

Thoroughly confused and feeling the stress accumulate in her body, Sanne looked around for Jay and Ross and found all of them there, with more people around than before. "I don't even know what's going on anymore." She wasn't talking to anyone in particular and busied herself dusting off her clothes. Her hands began to tremble and she swallowed hard while trying to breathe, clutching the bat tightly.

Without having ran too long, the small woman's body already felt weak and began trembling. Sabrina's speed decreased, and thankfull so! Else she'd hit an iron lamp post much harder than she did, which was still signifigant but nothing that would be damaging. She looked up, staring at the dancing fire inside the lantern for just a moment before realizing just how out of place that was for being in the woods! And then she looked around.

Her brows pinched together in a look similar to frustration and confusion. Wasn't she just in the woods? And she thought they split up - so why were they all here? "I'm unnaturally lucid in this dream," she said quietly, mainly to herself. There was a hint of accusation in her tone, something about that realization making her feel quite suspicious. She walked up to the rest of the group (well, not quite walking but inching - she stil didn't know any of them). She heard Austin's name called, then Lucy running at him. She currently didn't really know of any Austin's in real life, and normally RPR wouldn't have been on her mind had it not been mentioned before.

She tried to scour through all the names she'd learned from the site, finding a match but too timid to announce it for fear she was very wrong indeed. Jay's address to Austin had her startled out of her thoughts, eyes racing toward him so she could watch him as he finished his sentence. Her mouth opened, as if she wanted to ask him not to tease, but she shut her trap quickly enough and said not another thing. Instead, she went about searching the nearby area idly, looking quickly in windows and in the backstreets. For what? Hell, she didn't know. Something! Something to use as a method of defense in case she needed it. She didn't trust everyone yet, and as incredibly skittish as she was (not to mention paranoid), she was worried she'd be harassed at some point.

Despite her driven need to search for barely anything in particular, she didn't look sure of herself. She was still trembling and her eyes were wide and twitchy (as if afraid she'd bump into something she'd regret) and her breathing was shallow panting.

Before Austin had the chance to react to anything more, Carmen suddenly had him locked in a big hug.

"Okay, okay! It's good to see you too, Carmen. I seriously have no clue what I'm doing here." He chuckled despite the circumstances.

As he broke away from the hug, he looked up at the big man with the big southern accent and big temper. "What makes you think I know anything more than you do? I'm supposed to be enjoying the weekend, at my house. On the compu-" He stopped. "Oh," Was muttered quietly before he turned to look at everyone.

He recognized two other faces: Sanne's and Sabrina's. And that was only because he had seen their faces on their profile pictures at the RPRepository....

Oh, boy. He looked around slowly at the group;

All these people were from the RPR. What did that mean about where they were?

Either fortunately or unfortunately, that question was answered very quickly.

The rogue elementalist had taken a leadership role in the town. It was small, but people looked up to him and came to him with their problems.

Today, the forest was on fire, and a bunch of strange people wearing strange clothes had appeared.

He followed a small boy to where the group of RPers were. He sent the boy on his way before approaching the group.

A voice resonated in their minds:

Why are you here, travelers?

Lucy flashed him her usual grin before taking a deep breath and looking around. Now that the excitement was wearing off, a lot of things were becoming apparent. For instance, that weird southern dude was kind of stand-offish. He reminded her of the guy at school who had threatened to stuff her head in the microwave, or the one who had hit her in the back that one time; this set her on edge. She didn't like stand-offish people. She didn't get along well with them and they tended to hurt her, or at least try to.
She'd have to remember to keep her trap shut around him. Who knew how long that'd last.
She raised an eyebrow when the voice resounded in her head- unless someone had suddenly developed telepathic powers or she had just leaped over the edge and into insanity, they weren't alone.
"I have no idea," she said blankly, talking almost to herself. "Probably supposed to be doing something more important than doing my freaking homework."
The fact that there was a voice in her head wasn't what was weird to her, she got those all the time; it was the fact that she actually answered and everyone else seemed to hear it too that was odd.

Dylan was about to run off as well. But as he took a step he found himself in a village. He blinked a few times and looked around. Where was his group? He was in a different area... odd. Well, the metalhead couldn't complain. At least he was gone from the fire, though he was alone now.

Speaking of which, the flames that licked his vest managed to leave their marks on his left arm. The burns were only 1st degree, but they could have been much worse. Rubbing over his arm he wandered off to the town square, purely out of instinct. Perhaps the group ended up out there.

As he searched, suddenly he heard the voice in his head.'Why are you here, travelers?'

The man looked around but saw no one. He heard voices coming from the town square, but no one was around him right now."Wha..." He mumbled. He didn't bother replying. Dylan had gone mad a long time ago by now. Hearing voices was the least of his problems. He kept going for the town square.