Clint's plan worked but any chance to celebrate is short lived when everyone seems to drop like flies. There's no way to prevent the fall and unconsciousness.

When he finally "comes to," Clint can't help but to look around at everyone with a shocked sort of expression. He wasn't embarrassed by his lack of clothing but he doubted others would be ok with it.

His gaze snapped to the woman to speak. "Let's not be hasty with our assumptions," He said calmly, giving her a rather pointed sort of look. They needed to keep their heads and not assume the worst lest those assumptions come true.

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Nolan Set #Infinity

Avril felt her stomach cramp, and felt like she might be ill before she collapsed. It felt like a heartbeat had paased, and it probably had been just that.  When Avril opened her eyes it took her a moment to realise what she was wearing.

She felt heat rise to her face. She shouldn't be embarrassed, all the women were wearing the same dress. The men were wearing even less.

The redhead looked toward the woman who spoke about them looking like human sacrifices. She felt the color drain from her face. She hardly heard when one of the men spoke, to busy trying to not panic over the idea.

'Why are we sitting around a table? Are we going to be trapped forever?' she asked with a tight voice.

  

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MJ made Avril's set!

Feeling his fever get the better of him, Andrew felt the wood slip from his grasp like sand through fingertips and no sooner had the wood bounced off the ground, had Andrew’s body gone limp and crumbled to the floor as if the bones in his body had all but ceased to exist.

Once he woke up, he looked around and saw the rest of the group sat around a table. What was this?

He turned toward the voice of one of the women and spoke calmly, “we’ll get out of here. It’s likely some cruel trick. Just remain calm.”

At his words, Andrew leaned forward and held his hand above the candle slightly – to feel how warm it was, “I feel like we haven’t all been apparated here. The last thing I remember was setting the wood alight. Was anybody doing anything else that could have triggered this?”

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The torches worked but not before everyone appeared to be affected my the pests, Kenton himself began to sweat, his vision blurring until he collapsed to the ground.

Opening his eyes a few moments later Kenton decided he was dreaming. That was obviously the logical reaction to seeing an entirely different environment and even dress of the people who had been with him. As it was a dream logically it was only in his own head and as such he could bloody well say as he pleased and care little over the attire of the group.

“Oh don’t be dramatic, Miss Scrimgeour, this is just a dream.” At least the ministry gentleman’s dream apparition appeared to agreed with Kenton’s sentiments. The rest were all rambling about getting out of this situation. It was a dream, shouldn’t they just enjoy themselves, clearly a dinner was about to be served. He decided to ignore the rest of their idiotic comment, let the dream play out and see where it went.

  

Everyone seemed to immediately disagree with her, save for the silly girls who only expressed their silly fears. She doubted they were trapped here; in fact, she was positive that they could all escape if they could only find an exit.

"A dream we're all sharing, Mr. Yaxley?" she questioned with a cold side-glance. "I've never heard of a shared dream, and certainly not one where we control our own actions." She stood up from her seat, paying little mind to her state of dress and appearance. There had to be a logical explanation for this!

"Well I don't plan on being the designated sacrifice. We need to find a way out."

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Scoffing, Odette shook her head in annoyance. "Well I certainly wouldn't willingly have you in my dream." She muttered, not really caring at this point that she could be seen as being rude. How could one blame her in this situation? It was clear that she was addressing Miss Scrimgeour when making her comment, and decided to add to it, "How would you suggest that we get out of this mess?"

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MJ made pretties

Once one of the girls stood up, resolute, and with complete determination to be out of… whatever this was, Andrew moved back and sat back down.

“I know you,” he said calmly, “but don’t do anything brash. I say we stay put – we don’t know why we are here and I wouldn’t want anymore harm to come to anyone. Dream or no dream – I’d rather we try to figure this out than act impulsively.”

Whether or not his words had fallen on death ears, he didn’t know. But what he did know was this whole situation was strange and he didn’t want to make it worse.

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Bella Scrimgeour Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Garrett Cavey Cupcake Whitledge Avril Lukeson Kenton Yaxley

A woman, dressed like the eight but in shabbier clothes, raps politely on the side of the room before stepping in. "She's waiting for you," she says, "If you want to see her."

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There wasn't time to speak before there was some knocking on the door and a woman entered. Clint stood up quickly, eyes locked on the woman as she spoke.

"Who is she?" he asked in a firm tone.

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Cupcake took awhile to compose herself after waking in the strange room. She couldn't help but rubbing at the bare skin of her arms; it was quite strange to have so much skin on display in front of people she scarcely knew. She just hoped this part would be left out when they came home and told their stories! For the first few minutes she looked around, eyeing up the place. Who knew magic could apparate all eight of them here with none of them knowing!

When the woman appeared Cupcake got to her feet, no questions asked. "Excellent." It was a moment before she realized the others may not be so keen on just going along with this strange woman. "I don't see what else we can really do here."

  

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Garrett didn't want to see whoever 'her' was. He had a feeling that they were all better off not knowing. He waited to see if the woman would answer Mr. Podmore's question.

  

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One didn’t always get to pick who was in one’s dream, nor what they said, but he had to smirk at Miss Lecuyer. Dream or magic Kenton would not lose his cool like Miss Scrimgeour was prone to do.

A moment later a lady came in, foreign from the group of them. Ministry Man questioned her, as did another gentleman, but Miss Whitledge promptly stood. Call it chivalry, or maybe because the family was known to him, but Kenton stood up. Dream or not it probably wasn’t a good idea for her to go alone to whoever ‘she’ was. “I’ll accompany Miss Whitledge.” Kenton assured the men who seemed worried. If anything happened at least a healer would be nearby. Perhaps if this was a dream his useless wand might be of some assistance.

  

Andrew looked toward the new woman – one who wasn’t part of their little group – and raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he was damn near certain he wasn’t going to allow anything bad worse to happen.

“I’ll come too,” Andrew said as he moved toward the others, "Whatever is happening, I'd like to put an end to it."

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To her shock, she had actually received a wink from one of the gentlemen. How was she to react to that, or anything else for that matter? It hadn't even registered with her that there was a hint of a blush on her face. Perhaps it was from the flusterment, or perhaps it was from the fact that he was quite handsome. Both options would certainly win her no points with father, she would be certain if she actually realized how she was reacting.

Instead she turned her attention to Miss Whitledge. No flusterment to distract her there. And it was also much easier to ignore the disgrace that was in this so called dream with them. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to meet whoever this 'she' is. Perhaps she has some answers to our many questions." She stated.

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Garrett thought that going with an unknown woman was a ridiculously stupid idea. Especially since they had no idea where they were or who 'she' was. "What do you think, Miss Scrimgeour?" He asked, turning to his former colleague since she was a familiar face. He'd go with whatever the majority wanted but he rather thought it would be smart for some of them to remain behind and try and find another way 'out'.

  

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Everyone had told her not to act rashly, but now they were jumping at the opportunity to accompany the ominous, almost monotone-sounding woman into another room when they hadn't even figured out where they were. Still, Bella was Bella, and Bella was going to do as Bella does: make even more rash decisions.

"I'll lead the way, I suppose," she offered, pushing her way through the group to reach the woman. At the very least, if this was a death-trap, there would be very few left to mourn her!

She took a breath as she stood before the woman. "Take us to her."

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