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Slowly coming to, Patricia squeezed her eyes open. But then immediately shut them, because it was way too bright in her room. Fuck, her mom must have turned on the light or something… and why was it so [i]cold[/i]? And hard, too. She didn’t have the best mattress on Earth, but it usually wasn’t hard as rock, and it definitely was not a sitting up mattress. Had she fallen asleep in a chair? Reluctantly, she opened her eyes again, this time stretching and sitting up off the wall. But she wasn’t in her room. Glancing around, her eyes widened with confusion. Why were… what? Most of her friends (except Eliza and Grace, she noted with some concern) were laying on the floor in some kind of Greek temple thing. Or Roman. She had never been able to tell the difference. In their party clothes, no less. But… but last night, they had just been at Blake’s house. For some strange reason, though, Patricia couldn’t remember going to sleep. Or leaving the house.

[color=MediumOrchid][i]Did I take LSD? Why the fuck would I do that?[/i][/color]

Out of the corner of her eye, a television crackled to life. She flicked her eyes to it, glaring. Either there was a good fucking reason why she woke up in a Roman temple, or someone was getting mindcontrolled. Her eyes widened as he spoke, and she jumped to her feet. [i]Fuck.[/i] They had been kidnapped by villains again?! How did this keep happening- were villains just out for their blood or something? Ugh! At least Eliza and Grace seemed to have escaped. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at the television, gaze smoldering. Whatever. They’d get out of here and throw this guy into Coldwater, easy peasy. 

But Patricia’s hopes were dashed upon seeing Eliza and Grace chained to the wall behind Nero. she gasped, her face going from red to pale white. Her jaw slackened, and her eyes went wide. [color=MediumOrchid]“No, no no no no…”[/color] She shut her eyes, shaking her head back and forth. Eliza… Oh God, Eliza. This was a nightmare, this had to be a nightmare. She pinched her arm, hoping that she’d wake up from whatever drug-induced, surreal nightmare this was. Of course, she didn’t, and her anxiety only grew tenfold. As well as her rage, of course. Who the fuck did this villain think he was?! Taking her- taking her [i]girlfriend[/i] and saying he’d stab her- she’d stab him right fucking back, thank you very much! Yeah, [i]yeah[/i]! 

[color=MediumOrchid]“Ellie, I’m coming and I’m gonna fucking KILL THIS BASTARD!”[/color] Patricia managed to scream at the TV before it shut off, and she stomped her foot on the ground in anger. She slung her head back and yelled again, frustrated, before marching off to where Blake was standing. 

Meanwhile, Jamie was still on the floor, arm cast over her eyes and curled up into a ball. [i]Ugh.[/i] Why why why did she have to be up this early? It was way too bright, and her head was pounding something fierce. Hearing rising voices and the yelling of a familiar teen [color=Goldenrod](Patricia?)[/color] Jamie reluctantly opened her eyes and sat up, immediately going green at the sudden change in position. She moaned and glanced around. [color=Goldenrod]“Where [i]are[/i] we?”[/color] She had half-listened to Nero’s speech, but wasn’t quite sure. This wasn’t Blake’s house. Had she gotten blackout drunk again? That was no fun.

Seeing everybody else standing at the entrance, Jamie dragged herself to her feet and went over there. She stuck her head over Blake’s shoulder, staring at the map, bleary-eyed. 

[color=MediumOrchid] “Our priority needs to be finding Nero beating him, and getting Grace and Eliza- hey! Listen! I’m talking!”[/color] Patricia was saying. She snapped with her fingers loudly, trying to get everybody’s attention. [color=MediumOrchid]“I know that all of you are hungover as [i]shit[/i], but you need to focus.”[/color] She seemed pretty irate- to Jamie, at least.

[color=Goldenrod]“I have an idea!”[/color] Jamie piped up, raising her hand. She was still squinting at the sunlight. Then, she pointed at the map with her right pointer finger. [color=Goldenrod]“Eeny meeny miney moe, catch a tiger by its toe, if he hollers let him go…”[/color] she sang, concentrated, while slinging her finger about. [color=Goldenrod]“Let’s go to the… basilica? First!”[/color]

Patricia aimed a death glare at Jamie. [color=MediumOrchid] “We need to- let’s not decide this with childish- UGH! We need to split up. Go in groups. We’re no use all together.”[/color]

Jamie moaned. [color=Goldenrod]“But I totally just picked it and everything!”[/color]

Patricia facepalmed.

[@KaijuBaragon][@DarkRecon][@Scarifar][@Hitman][@Danvers]