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[Oswin Oswald]

Seeing as it was created for her by a sentient spaceship, Oswin's room on the TARDIS was rather distinctive, even if she was just lying there with her eyes closed. She didn't exactly have an alarm clock, per se, but Oswin was pretty used to waking up to the sounds of their little crew getting ready for a day of space-time travel. There'd be the TARDIS humming a little more insistently or Lia poking at her or Makya nudging her or something to either wake her peacefully or snap her out of whatever nightmare had happened to make itself known the night before. Silence was an incredibly rare thing on the TARDIS, and as such, when Oswin woke to complete and utter silence, there was obviously something very, very wrong.

Stirring out of a thankfully dreamless sleep, Oswin was pretty quick to notice she wasn't exactly where she'd been when she'd fallen asleep last night. Her enormous circular bed was no more, replaced by a rather ordinary single bed, and when she opened her eyes, the ceiling wasn't the huge skylight she was used to seeing, but just...well. A ceiling. Okay. Not the first time she'd woken up in a strange place. Wasn't much else to do but keep her head and have a look 'round whenever she'd ended up before trying to contact the Doctor. Oswin had been good at keeping calm enough in bad situations even before she'd traveled with the Doctor. Being his companion had only made that even stronger.

Okay. So. Ordinary enough looking room. Just a bit too ordinary, actually. Everything was neat and tidy in an almost eerie way. Like someone had gotten a list of what was supposed to be in some teenage girl's bedroom and set it up accordingly. Nothing actually looked like it'd been touched before and there really wasn't anything special about it apart from that. It was creepy, really. Well, that and how quiet everything was. Oswin was used to being surrounded by constant background noise at the very least. This was just weird. And she didn't like it.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Oswin switched her communicator on, holding it up. "Doctor? You there?" Only static on the other end. She frowned, adjusting the frequencies. "Doctor?" More static. Oswin huffed. "Stupid thing never gets any service when I need it."

A noise rang out from some unknown source and Oswin quickly whipped her head up. Okay. So, she wasn't alone in here. Fair enough. Wasn't usually the case anyway, being stuck alone somewhere, especially if someone had trapped her here. "Someone there?" But, no. The eerie silence had descended again, leaving Oswin feeling rather wary. Right. Better see what else was in this place.

The door to her room led out into a hallway. Again, just a little bit too normal. The pictures on the wall seemed like stock pictures, almost, except one positioned at the end of the hallway where a camera would be looking. Oswin approached it, taking it down off the wall, her eyes widening as she took in what was inside the frame. "Oh, you have got to be joking..."

You know those people in picture frames? The ones that come with the picture frames of randomly happy scenes. It was like one of those, of a happy family having a picnic in a park. If the happy family happened to consist of herself, Regina, Mithos and Killian. Oswin had to lean in and squint to make sure that yes, there was actually a picture of all four of them smiling and laughing of all bloody things. Quickly, she set it face down on the little table it had been hanging over, clearly unable to look at this disturbing image for any longer than she had to. Okay. Something really weird was going on here. And Oswin intended to find out what. "Hello?" she called out tentatively, listening for the sound she'd heard in the bedroom. "Anyone there?"

[Killian Jones]

Killian could tell that he wasn't on his ship the moment he woke up. It was rather obvious when you couldn't feel the swaying of the ship and were sleeping in something more comfortable than a pirate ship's beds. The comfort lasted until Killian opened his eyes to reveal that he was in a totally unfamiliar room... surrounded by strange items. Framed photographs of a strange-haired man in sparkling outfits lined the walls, surrounded by modern instruments and bits of machines, probably vehicles. Of course, Killian was confused since the whole room seemed... well, "perfect". In the sense that everything was perfectly in-place, organized and generally neat. Killian rarely kept the Captain's Quarters on the Jolly Roger neat. He had no reason to, since everything got flung around the moment they hit a particularly large wave.

Killian quickly flung off his bedsheets to find that he was wearing his normal clothes... definitely not the clothes he wore to sleep. Getting up, Killian noticed that something else was... off. Next to his bed was a stand with a framed picture on it. That would be normal for a room like this, but upon closer inspection the picture featured him and Milah just standing in front of a tree smiling.... with two children. Killian slowly placed the picture back on the stand and tried to think nothing of it. It was no stranger than waking up in a totally unfamiliar room surrounded by strange, unrecognizable objects. Killian walked across the room and pulled open the doorway... leading into a hallway filled with more framed pictures. These pictures weren't of anything in particular, but they all featured someone Killian knew. Mithos laughing while eating a salad, Regina and Oswin playing football in an alleyway with a greasy-haired man... among other strange scenes.

Killian sincerely hoped that he was dreaming.

In the distance, Killian heard a noise, which sounded something like a voice. The voice was somewhat familiar. Perhaps he would be able to get to the bottom of this. The pirate strolled down the pristine hallway, took a left and found himself in another picture-filled hallway. However, this one wasn't as empty as the other. Oswin was standing in this one, holding onto another framed picture. "Oswin." Killian said, in greeting. "Before you ask, I don't have anything to drink with me." After he spoke, the sound of a group of people laughing filled the air. The pirate drew his sword and turned around, hoping to find where the laughter had come from. It only seemed to intensify as he glared around the room. What was going on here?

[Mithos]

Mithos didn't sleep. It wasn't a habit he had picked up on after removing his need to do so, and even when he had been fooling Regina into thinking he was a child, he hadn't bothered to actually try to sleep. It was useless when you didn't feel tired anyways.

And yet - somehow, he had fallen asleep. Eyes snapping open, he sat up, preparing to cast a spell if he needed to - but there was no attacker waiting for him in the shadows. There weren't even all that many shadows - the room he had awakened in was neither some cavernous lair nor anything more familiar. It looked like... a normal, modern room, much like the one he had had at Regina's house in Storybrooke. There were posters on the walls, for some reason, and entire stacks of containers, each titled something dramatic. There was a television as well, with an abundance of wires leading to electronic devices of some sort.

He didn't bother to inspect them beyond that - he was too used to magitek to quickly pick up on the machinery everyone favoured in this world, and besides, the way they channelled electricity seemed far behind what he was used to.

Getting up, he noted the bookshelves, as well as some figurines neatly assembled in a corner. The room looked like... well, a child's room. But there had been no one here before him. There was no dust on the shelves, and everything seemed to be ordered perfectly. If a room a human used could have possibly resembled the rooms in Welgaia, silent and lifeless, then... it would have been this one. He swept the room over once more and halted, eyes narrowing at the sight of a set of photographs on the bedside table.

Him seated at a table, smiling up at Regina - a scene uncomfortably close to how living with her had been, back when he had been tricking her. Him and Killian posing with... a fishing rod, and several fish. There were more, each and every one clearly fake - and all chillingly mundane. He didn't bother looking at them for much longer - they were just a little disturbing in that they seemed so real, as if someone had set it up perfectly and made them act it out somehow. Besides, he could hear voices, and familiar ones.

...Well, he was in good company at least.

Leaving the room and closing the door firmly behind him, he walked out into the hallway, pausing as he heard laughter. It sounded... not metallic, but slightly contained, as if it was echoing in from around him. But Oswin and Killian were close - closer than the mysterious laughter. Well, if needed, he could just break down the walls to find out what had caused that, right?

"Oswin, Killian -" he said, looking them over. Neither of them were hurt from what he could see. "Are you alright? ...Have you seen Regina?" With the three of them here, it only made sense for her to be here as well.

Unfortunately.