[b][center][h1]Apollo[/h1][/center][/b]

Apollo switched to one handed shuffling as he took the thermos. More and more people seemed to be waking up now. That was good. Apollo just sat there, soaking in information, as he took a swig of the coffee before passing it over to the girl who introduced herself as Merlou. The coffee wasn't the best, but it was good enough for the situation. He set aside his cards and stood up as others began debating if they were apart of some prank show. 

[color=8dc73f] "It's definitely not any type of T.V. show,"[/color] Apollo interjected, [color=8dc73f]"No country would greenlight a show that would potentially affect the mental stability of people who were all in, from what I can tell, horrid death-like encounters without consent. It's just too immoral."[/color] He ran a hand through his oil black hair as he took a second to think. There were other possibilities, but they were all just a little too far fetched too him. [color=8dc73f]"Let's also not forget that we all had the same encounter with 'her'. Unless we were all placed under some sort of chemically induced suggestive state, there is no way for us all to have the same vision."
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He stood up and walked over to grab his cane. Giving himself more time to process the severity of what he was saying. It had to be true. He had died when the stage exploded. It was so hard to wrap his head around. He was dead, but he isn't. He pushed the thoughts of his death to the back of his mind as he retrained his focus on the situation at hand. [color=8dc73f]"Katsuo is right though. I'm American, born and raised. I don't know a lick of Japanese nor have I been to Japan. I know of no technology that can translate languages and then transmit to each individual person. Not with enough speed or accuracy for it to be unnoticeable anyway. That being said, I understand you all clearly, and I'm assuming the same is true in reverse."[/color] His voice was calm and his tone was low.

He turned back to the group his eyes scanning over each and every one of them. He was apart of such a motley group. Just then the small pink haired girl had just woken up. She said her name was Umi. [color=8dc73f]"Welcome to the party, Umi."[/color] He said with a half smile. She was too young. She looked the same age as some of the other children from the church. Apollo fought to keep the memories of the church from flooding his mind. He grabbed a nearby chair and dropped down, letting out a small oof. He then looked towards the door that the nurse had exited from earlier, [color=8dc73f]"Merlou is right too. We can get at least some answers from the doctor & the nurses. They are probably our best source of information at the moment. Even if we don't believe what they tell us."[/color]