<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/oJihYM2.jpg)<br/></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Intelligence + Academics</span></strong><br/>Roll Result: Jasmine rolled: 5d10<br/>First Target Number: 5<br/>Second Target Number: 10<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 7, 6, 2, 9, 1, <br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 3<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Perception + Investigation</span></strong><br/>Roll Result: Jasmine rolled: 5d10<br/>First Target Number: 5<br/>Second Target Number: 10<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 8, 5, 4, 4, 8, <br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 3<br/></div></div>Jasmine let out an uncomfortable groan as she slowly returned to consciousness. Other than the vague recall of one's dreams that tends to slip away upon waking, her most recent memory was of curling up in bed after a less-than-enjoyable day. Her 'excursion' into the Amazon jungle over the summer had made her more than a month late for the beginning of fall term, and she had been jumping through hoop after hoop trying to convince the university that there were extenuating circumstances. A particularly prickly professor was making things difficult for her - most likely because he didn't believe her story - when all she wanted to do was put the entire ordeal behind her. Cursing her misfortune, she went out to one of the many frat parties common around college campuses, got herself good and wasted, then stumbled back to her apartment in the early hours of the morning, just barely managing to get into her bed before unconsciousness claimed her.<br/><br/>Normally not one for frat parties, Jasmine's mental well-being had been shaky ever since she got back. It didn't help matters that, of the 9 friends who had originally embarked on their adventure, only 3 had made it back, and the other two were both still in the hospital. Loneliness and trauma don't exactly mix well.<br/><br/>Jasmine yawned and arched her back, stretching the morning stiffness out of her abdomen. She actually felt much better than she had been expecting to - better than she had felt in quite some time, other than a few aches from spending an unconfirmed amount of time sleeping on such a hard surface. Wondering what the source of the scratching sound could be, Jasmine finally opened her eyes, and was surprised by what she saw.<br/><br/><em>The wall...? No, that isn't right, you're on your back. And the light is coming from the wrong place.</em><br/><br/>But, before she could make sense of her surroundings, the roof - or lid, to be more accurate - slid away, and sunlight poured onto Jasmine's face. Squinting against the sudden assault of photons, Jasmine sat forward slightly, propping herself up on her elbows and letting the spear roll to one side of the sarcophagus. As her eyes adjusted, she spotted the carvings on the ceiling; carvings that somehow seemed familiar to her. She tilted her head to one side and peered up at them curiously before two yellow and black figures materialized in her vision. Her whole body tensed at a speed she would never have thought possible, her body reacting to something her brain hadn't even fully processed yet. And yet... the jaguars made no move to attack her. They just watched.<br/><br/>Placing one hand on either side of her 'bed,' Jasmine pushed herself upright. She took a moment to look around. She wasn't in her room - that much was already certain - and from what she could see, she wasn't even in the same hemisphere as her room.