<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lizelle</span></div><br/><br/>There were so many languages and accents to take note of, Lizelle thought, that it felt like she was in some kind of busy airport terminal where people from all over the world converged. Maybe that was kind of what it was, she considered thoughtfully as she wandered over to where most of them seemed to be clumping together - she'd certainly had stranger dreams before. Mentally, she made a list; she heard English and something that she thought might have been Russian, as well as a British accent and others she couldn't even place. She also seemed to be the only girl there, which was odd. Usually there were more women in her dreams than men. Some of them seemed to be calling to each other and for a moment she paused, thinking someone had spoken to her, but nobody was looking in her direction.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So wat gaan hier aan?"</span>she wondered out loud, not really expecting anyone to reply to her rhetorical question. Most of them seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts and seemed just as confused as she was. Not really wanting to disturb them, she set about looking around some more and wandered a few feet away from the group. It was just as she was bending down to examine the ground more closely that it shook violently, making her fall over backwards and feel rather stunned.<br/><br/>"What was that?" she exclaimed, heavily accented, when she got her breath back, then sat upright to see if the rest of the assembled people were alright. "Everybody in one piece?"<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">{OOC: Translation; "So what's going on here?"}</span>