The Forgotten Zodiac

((PFFF. Tyler didn't know.))

Tyler frowned. "Why would I call you a sandwich? You don't look like a sandwich." He stared at Subject confusedly, wondering what it was that made people call him something related to a sandwich. "Do you taste like a sandwich or something? And of course it's delicious. Sylas made it. Everything Sylas makes is delicious."

((Neither did Subject. Malya is harsh when it comes down to it. She won't talk to them, but she's still protective. Now, if they take off their socks...))

"It's just the name," Subject shrugged. "Really? That's awesome! It's great that there's someone who can cook traveling with us, that's always a good thing."

((What's wrong with taking off their socks? And Tyler still has his shoes on, so.))

Tyler turned to Malya and Vrach, the ones who he hadn't noticed say something nice about Sylas' cooking. "Don't you like it? I think it's delicious. Everything Sylas cooks is delicious. Sylas is a great cook, don't you think?" If they didn't respond to the affirmative, he would probably ramble on about Sylas' virtues forever.

((Malya thinks it'll call curses on her house. She's superstitious.))

Malya just smiled like she normally did, eating happily. "It is quite delicious." Vrach replied, glancing at Malya. He said something in Polish, to which she responded curtly, looking slightly annoyed.

"You forgot to ask Malya if you can sit down, Tyler." Werr sighed. "You too, Subject."

((That's awesome. That is totally something that would happen in the world.))

Tyler frowned. "Wait, why was I supposed to ask? I didn't know that was the rule..." He hopped back out of his chair and looked at Malya. "Can I sit down now?"

((I'm not sure if that's sarcasm, but okay. Also, I detect a time-skip coming soon. At least to the point where James comes in, if we were doing that tonight.))

Malya frowned a bit, but she nodded. "Yes, I suppose you may sit now. Don't let it happen again."

"I was supposed to ask? Oh. Oops." Subject blinked in surprise, standing up quickly. "Miss Malya, please forgive me. I won't do it again! Can I please sit down?"

Malya smiled a bit at the apology, and nodded. "Yes. You may." Of course, Subject had been unconscious, so it made sense that he didn't know.

((I has no muse right now. James can show up later.))

Tyler jumped back into his seat, smiling happy at everyone. "It wasn't my fault. I was sleeping. Nobody toldeded me I was supposed to ask." He threw a glare at Werr, clearly blaming him for Malya's annoyance.

((James should show up when everyone's asleep and Quinn is just waking up, haha.))

Werr just continued eating like nothing had ever happened. "Speaking of sleeping," Sylas stood, yawning a bit. "I am tired. Where can I sleep, Malya?" He asked.

"Upstairs. Take your pick of the cubicles, but don't take the one the furthest down. That one is Vrach's. I assume you'll be staying the night?" Malya said, turning to Vrach, who nodded.

((Okay then.))

Michael rinsed out the bowl and set it in the dishwasher, then headed upstairs to sleep. He was absolutely exhausted. "Goodnight, everyone!" He called over his shoulder.

((Okay then.))

Michael rinsed out the bowl and set it in the dishwasher, then headed upstairs to sleep. He was absolutely exhausted. "Goodnight, everyone!" He called over his shoulder.

Sylas followed, yawning a bit, as did Vrach. Subject, not wanting to be left alone, scurried upstairs with the others. Werr followed after a short (Russian) chat with Malya, not even thinking about carrying Quinn upstairs. Might as well just leave her on the couch.

Tyler bounced up the stairs after Michael, and Timothy followed behind Sylas like the Iyouis' shadow. At this point, we skip to James, but I feel like it's Bun's turn so PSLKDJF.

((HAha, you forgot OOCs.))

Quinn finally stirred as the sun started rising. She opened her eyes and rubbed them groggily, then looked around in tired confusion. Where was she? She noticed an IV tube attached to her arm, letting her eyes follow the line up to the empty IV bag. What on earth?

She pulled the needle out of her arm, wincing a bit. She tried to sit up, but found it extremely difficult to do so without feeling intense amounts of pain. She managed to keep quiet, though; she had no idea where she was, or how she got here. The last thing she remembered was walking back to the car with Michael...had they been ambushed and kidnapped or something? "Michael?" She called softly, finally managing to sit up. What was this place? Whoever owned it must really like chairs...

Quinn, not knowing if she could stand or not without collapsing, sat there for a few minutes, wondering what on earth to do now. She had to find Michael...

((Nope. I purposely left it out. I do that when all my characters are asleep.))

James slowly opened the door, light thinly covering his skin, though he had it hidden under his clothing so as to not light the entire house up. When he heard Quinn call, he moved around the house so he could get behind her and slowly began sneaking up behind her.

((That's strange and confusing.))

"Michael, are you there?" She called again, hearing something she thought came from down the hall. "Someone? Anyone?" Quinn frowned. She didn't like being alone like this, it was terrible. She was thirsty and in pain, and hungry, too. But it looked like even her 'kidnappers' weren't around at all.

((It is. Very strange, extremely confusing.))

James snuck up behind the couch and shoved his hand in Quinn's mouth, attempting to prevent her from screaming. "Hello, Quinn." He grabbed her hair and pulled her up. "Come on then, Quinn. We're going back to the Institute, so we can have fun."

((Should I bring Lotis in, or just leave it with James alone?))

Quinn would have bit down if it weren't for the fact that he pulled her up, which caused a shocking amount of pain up her chest. She managed nothing more than a squeak, tears filling her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Panic welled up inside her along with the pain. The institute? That was one place she didn't want to go to, pretty obviously. She kicked out wildly in desperation, but it was useless.

((You can do whatever you prefer, but James wants to torture Quinn, not eat her. Should he actually kidnap her, or should something else happen?))

James hissed when Quinn kicked him in the shin. His immediate response was to kick her legs out from under her, dropped her down to where she was just held up by her teeth and her hair. "Stop it, brat. You're coming back whether you like it or not."

((True. Actual kidnapping.))

Quinn let out another squeak as she was dropped, tears rolling down from her eyes. She brought her hands up to her hair, pulling on James' hand to try and give herself a little slack so it wouldn't hurt as badly. That was her first instint, anyways. She kicked again, this time at a table, but it just wound up falling onto a couch cushion soundlessly. Quinn would have kicked at more, but she was in too much pain already.

((Oh, good then. That's what I wanted to do.))

James hissed again and shook Quinn. Light ropes snapped into being around her legs, pulling in tighter and tighter as long as she kept kicking. "Look, Quinn. You get back to the Institute, you don't have to worry. I'll make sure you stay fed." Of course, the implication that he was going to take care of Quinn in any way should be terrifying to her, freak that he was.