The last thing Jaz remembered was jumping up off the couch with her hands thrust triumphantly in the air. Granted, she expected to breeze towards the finals - it had been her suggestion to have a little tournament in her area of expertise after all - but it still felt good to solidify her place in the finals. She was sporting enough to let her opponents take a round off of her - just so they could taste a bit of victory before utterly crushing them with the perfect full meter combo. It was like a science and she was a scientist. 

The feeling of joy still coursed through her as she opened her eyes - when did they get so...groggy - and took in the rather unfamiliar territory. This wasn't an apartment. This wasn't a couch. This wasn't anywhere she was familiar with. Had she hit her head on her celebratory jump? She WAS rather tall, after all. But this wasn't any hospital she had ever been...plus she wasn't alone here. As her eyes and ears focused, she heard the familiar voices and saw the familiar faces of those she was so thoroughly looking forward to trouncing with perfects and ultra combos. 

[color=firebrick]"It can't be a spiked drink, I didn't drink anything and I'm here,"[/color] Jaz spoke up and stood up, her height announcing her presence along with her voice, [color=firebrick]"But I don't think this is a dream. Wait...someone pinch me or something, if it hurts then it's real, right?"[/color]