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[centre][color=6ecff6][h1]Arthur Ragnarson[/h1][/color]

[h3]Hallway[/h3][/centre]

Arthur laughed, rubbing the back of his head in mild embarrassment; or at least in the mannerism of it. [color=6ecff6]"That bad, was it?  I shall have to work harder."[/color]  After her own introduction, she joked again but this time about her cooking. It seemed to Arthur that Lucie's apparently cool attitude was not aggressive or demeaning and merely just different from the usually accepted 'touchy-feely' relationships most seemed to prefer.  For him, as someone who had difficulty feeling emotions and empathising with others, her manner was a breath of fresh air.

[color=6ecff6]"Explodes? I wasn't expecting anything so... experimental."[/color] He couldn't help but smile, and in his usual manner, made an offer. [color=6ecff6]"If there's that much danger to us all then I wouldn't mind preparing something. You know, so we don't all perish."[/color]

They were interrupted by one of the girls from earlier, one who had spoken out in the auditorium earlier as he recalled.  She was like a fairy, gliding up to them and then, when the silence became awkward, glided away towards the cafeteria.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh, so you saw that too? I'm glad I'm not losing the rest of my marbles just yet."[/color] Lucie indicated she wished to change and Arthur nodded, realising he himself hadn't yet change since arriving here, however long ago that was.  [color=6ecff6]"I'll do the same, although it irks me to use whatever clothing they've provided."[/color] He stopped at his door, number 15, and indicated that it was his own.  [color=6ecff6]"I'll meet you out here in a mo then?"[/color]

Arthur entered his room and crossed to the wardrobe he remembered being there from when he had awoken.  Although he had been disoriented and even feeling a mild sense of terror at the situation, his subconscious had managed to take note of the room properly before he left.  Inside were clothes of the same style he would wear when allowed to be in casual wear at Eton: relatively dark blue jeans and a variety of smart shirts, mostly short-sleeved and usually a pale blue colour.

He changed quickly into a new pair of jeans and one of the sky blue shirts from the wardrobe and double-checked the fitting in the mirror on the wardrobe.  He was unsurprised to find that they were the right size; after all the world the people running the facility had put in he doubted they'd oversee even this small a detail.  Ready for some food, he left his room and stopped for a moment as he realised the level of acceptance he had come to for their present situation.

Lucie arrived not long after and he greeted her with a nod and a patented smile.  [color=6ecff6]"I believe this is normally where the chap says something cliché like 'You look stunning' but I believe these circumstances might be a little inappropriate."[/color]

They walked the rest of the short corridor and into the cafeteria where the previously shuttered left hand wall was now open with a large counter revealed.  The display cases were all empty and Arthur recalled that it was from tomorrow that they could order specific meals if they so wished.  A door was set into the wall next to the counter, one of those double doors with no handle so that they could be pushed through even if one were holding something.

There were voices from inside and as the two pushed through they could see two girls.  Arthur searched his memory and remembered Elisa using their names in the auditorium; Irina and Amara as he recalled.  It wouldn't be well-mannered to use their names without their introduction and some people preferred to use nicknames rather than their given names so he chose to wait until they were properly acquainted.  He smiled and waved in his calm, collected way.

[color=6ecff6]"Hello again! It seems we weren't the only ones with an appetite."[/color] He made to walk to the bank of fridges he could see, big American-style ones with double doors while separate big chest freezers sat nearby, to check what was available but then noticed the girl from the hallway was running water over her hand.  On reflex his eyebrows knitted together in concern and he crossed smoothly and quickly over to her.

[color=6ecff6]"May I take a look?"[/color] He asked - in that manner one did when they weren't really asking, it was more of a statement of fact - and inspected her injury.  [color=6ecff6]"It doesn't look too deep but you should cover it up before you cook anything - especially raw meat."[/color] Here he glanced at the chicken breasts on the counter nearby to convey his meaning.  [color=6ecff6]"I'm a first aider, courtesy of my fledgling sporting career.  If you're not opposed to it I can properly cover that up.  It's in a bit of an awkward place for a plaster and I bet they've got a first aid kit in here somewhere."[/color]