[center][h3][color=8493ca]William Jones[/color][/h3]
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[@Flightless_Soul]

The brunette makes a little sound and claps her hands over her mouth. Oops.

[color=f7976a]"Ah...n-no I don't. I was hoping you would know.  Who are you?"[/color] She replied, stammering a little. It seems that she'd been brought here like me.

[color=8493ca]"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,"[/color] I apologize sheepishly. [color=8493ca]"My name is William Jones, but you can just call me Will. It's, um, nice to meet you."[/color] I briefly wonder if I sounded like a dork, then quickly decided that it didn't matter much in the current situation. 

I look around at our surroundings again. The other two people still seem to be asleep, and I don't want to stray too far from this garden until they wake up. However, I can investigate those mysterious papers in the branches. They're too high up to reach from the ground, and I'm not much of a climber, but maybe we could get to them if we work together.

Addressing the girl in the flannel, I ask, [color=8493ca]"Do you want to find out what those papers in the tree are? I bet that you could reach them if you got onto my shoulders."[/color]

I'm fairly tall - 5'11" - and our combined heights would probably be sufficient. Of course, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable...

[color=8493ca]"No pressure, of course,"[/color] I add hastily. [color=8493ca]"You don't have to. I'm just curious about them, that's all."[/color]