OOC: You are correct, you each have your own room, for now.<br/><br/>The old style brass knob twists in your hand, turning freely with a slight squeal of protest, however the door does not budge. Before you can do much more than process this, the room fills with yellow light as the blind suddenly and loudly rolls open behind you, violently flapping at the top before growing still. Dust spirals lazily in the air tracing Rorschach patterns in golden light. From where you are you can tell little of the outside save that the sun is either setting or rising depending on which direction that window is facing.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=21822.msg847773#msg847773">Quote from: coglio001 on 02-10-2008, 23:26:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rene Simmons opened her eyes and slowly sat up, blinking hard. She rubbed her forehead absently, eyes traveling across the room before her as she waited for memory to kick in. <br/><br/>"Where ... where the hell am I?" she gasped, failing to recall any of this.<br/><br/>She started to stand, then nearly fell over as the world tilted around her. Rene gasped, putting one hand against a wall until she steadied. She still wore the jeans and faded t-shirt she had been wearing when she was studying in her apartment. Rene frowned as she thought. <em>Is that the last thing I remember?</em> she wondered, a chill wending down her spine as she realized that she wasn't sure.<br/><br/>She rubbed her forehead again, her skull pounding. Taking careful steps, not fully trusting her balance just yet, she went to the door and tried to open it.<br/><br/>OOC: I'm assuming from the intro that my brother is not in the same room with me. Please correct me if I'm wrong and I'll adjust my post accordingly.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>