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Fantasy Two thousand seventy one IC

Time: ???
Location: ???
Diana woke up inside of a hover car, next to her food printer. In order to produce the wirelessly transmitted food from the printers (especially for new prisoners who hadn't gotten used to eating real food again), the rising Phoenix members would steal one every time they kidnapped several captives. The cafe where Diana worked had been broken into by a member of the rising Phoenix organization who had sought after the printer.

( Zane Zane and I will decide decide via PM how he is united with the group)

The group, including Darwin, wakes up, bound by primitive rope to the hovering vehicle. The car was traveling through some sort of tunnel, cameras and booby traps everywhere. It suddenly dropped vertically down a pit, and stopped abruptly before hitting the ground. A man speaking the language of messiah speaks to the group,


"welcome friends, to your new home, underground. There are no laws here, unless you're tryin' to hurt anyone. Then you'll be thrown in prison. You'll be supplied with your own house, and we'll feed you every day as much as you want. Your memory will be refreshed, we'll try and make sure you learn English, and you'll be fed a proper meal after you get used to eating real food. If you do try to escape, you'll be shot. So I wouldn't recommend trying anything funny. Your memory will be refreshed tomorrow, for now you'll have to sleep in a prison cell."

You are led into a large building, made out of wood and clay, and thrown into a cell made of concrete. It's well lit and there's a bed and a toilet. A guard also stands with an old assault rifle watching over the prisoners.

When Diana wakes up, she feels cold stone pressed up against her cheek. "Huh?" She looks up and looks around. Confining brick walls surround Diana and she instantly cowers and shrinks into a ball, shaking. She ignores the other people trying to talk to her and think, what did i do to deserve this? She stands up and then stands up and crawls under the bed. It was really dusty, but she didn't care. She couldn't think about what is going to happen. She looks up and sees the other people just standing there. Outside, a guard, holding a VERY LARGE gun stands outside. Diana curls back into a ball and tried to wake up from this horrible dream
 
The man had called them FRIENDS. In children's picture books, friends were people who played together in fields of green ink. It made no sense to her. Aida had calmed down enough to think rationally. Her instincts were started to kick in.

The cell... Aida was not used to it. It was very unlike her sleeping room. It was too small. There was no privacy. There was no television. There was no food dispenser. The bed was too... She could not describe it, but she felt like she would not be able to sleep well in it because it was like a table. Other people were with her. She did not recognise any of their faces. She stared at them blankly. She tried to speak to them, but a dry croak came from her mouth. Her face turned pink with embarrassment. She wrote in the dust on the ground, her back to the guard, hoping that someone would see it and give her an answer.

WHERE IS HOME?
 
Darwin Schnieder​

Most of the group had fallen asleep by now, except for Darwin. He was undoubtedly curious about this, but not the good kind of curious. He was scared about what was going to come, because he knew, or at least he thought he knew, what happens when you're captured by a terrorist. In the middle of the night, around twelve o'clock, a man ( Zane Zane ) wearing the guards uniform was lead into a cell and the door was locked behind him. He was bleeding and incapacitated, but Darwin wanted to talk to him. He wanted to find out all he could from the guard. "Hey there, you're a city guard, right? Wake up? You've been trained for this situation, right? Please..."

(Going to start aligning text to the center when it's not from my character's point of view)
After the three citizens had been captured, the raid continued, as more and more terrorists tried to capture as many citizens as they could. Most of the guards stood their ground, and fought bravely. Several were killed, despite having state of the art armor designed to protect them from this sort of situation. ( Zane Zane ) was knocked prone by a primitive grenade made out of a can of rations for the terrorist organization that had been filled with gunpowder. His body was cut open in multiple places and he was unable to move, all he could do was lay there and moan in pain. After five minutes, the attackers retreated and the guards went back to their posts. The last thing ( Zane Zane ) remembered was a woman carrying him into a small hover car, and telling him that he would be okay. But one thing stood out about her. Her face...
The messiah's prophet.
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(Hey guys, I think it's safe that we time skip to daytime and give y'all a few posts to explore the underground city before the plot moves on, I'll work up some filler after you guys make your posts.)
 
(ok well ive waited long enough im just going to go...)

Diana was startled awake by the sound of the rusty hinges of the prison door opening. She cracked her eyes open and stared amidst the dust at 3 sets of shoes. 1 was the guard who was standing guard, the other the guard escorting the prisoner and the third pair belonged to the prisoner. Diana wondered who it was and stuck her head out quickly, but instantly tucked her head back. It was the man who was about to lash me! Diana thought and she shook as fresh sobs emit from her trembling mouth. She looks up when she hears a voice. It was a a man trying to talk to the prisoner. Diana got another look at the evil one himself. He was bloody and bruised. She shuddered and wondered if the others were seeing this, but they either were sleeping or pretending to. Diana didn't care. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the strained voice who was trying to talk to this guard.
 
John was confused about his situation. The terrorists had allowed him to walk freely around the underground city? This wasn't at all like anything the Messiah warned him about. They must be trying to earn my trust. Because, in his mind, the Messiah could never be wrong. John scrambled about, trying to find somebody somewhere that he recognized, when he finally ran into a city guard. He recognized the city guard as Bishop, seeing as he came into the centralized People's Defense department every morning to pick up his equipment, stored two rooms down from John's office. Finding somebody he recognized was a huge relief, so he figured it would be best to talk to him to gather some sort of idea as to what was happening. Zane Zane Sunstone Sunstone
 
(Sorry, for not posting, was pretty sick the past week)

Aida was told to leave the cell not once, but several times. She would not budge, only stare at the floor with haunted eyes. She did not want to move. She was poked and prodded and pushed, until finally, someone carried her outside. She was told to explore and see their world for herself. She sat down in the unknown area. It wasn't much different from home, but it was all underground. Or was it? She couldn't tell, but that's what the man had called it. He called this area the Underground. The light made her eyes water, as they had adjusted to the dim lighting of the cell. She saw people. They gave her strange looks. Was it because she was sitting down? She stood up and cautiously made her way towards the wave of people. She decided to follow them. They seemed to be walking in a general direction together. Wherever they go is where I will go too, she decided.

Even though they could be walking to their deaths, at least this bad dream would end before it gets any worse.
 
(I'll continue without Zane Zane )

A man wearing a tank top with blonde hair that looked like fire walked onto a large pedestal overlooking the entire underground city. His face caused a reactive anger to spark up in the mind of the group.

"Welcome, one and all, to my little utopia. Your memories will be restored shortly, don't worry, it won't hurt you. If you stay still... For now I have some of my military commanders on the pedestal next to me, you can ask them any questions you'd like, and we've got a building near the entrance where you'll be given some real food, it'll take a while to get used to it so go ahead and have something."

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Darwin was confused by the situation, still taking in his surroundings. He was thinking if the (original concept here) thought police could still read his mind, and where he should go. Should he retaliate or would he trust the man he had been programmed to hate? He was hungry, for it was scheduled lunch time. He made his way to the bulldog general the entrance where he was given a piece of bread with butter on it. Real butter... He recognized it... It was organic food... He took a bite, the taste of real food was almost foreign to him, but it was wonderful. Unfortunately for him, his stomach had gotten used to eating food supplements. He shortly threw up the bite of bread he had eaten, and threw it on the ground. He looked around for anyone he recognized from the chapel earlier today...
 
(i forgot to go on in a while...)

Diana wakes up again by another disturbance. She looks up and a guard is here to escort all of us to some unknown area. Being cooped up in this cell for days for maybe hours Diana couldn't be sure, but one thing was for sure. They were getting out.

With new found energy, Diana sprinted ahead of the group to see what new things awaited her and her group. They enter into what seems like a huge domed room (you never described what it looked like so...). She could see a man with flaming blonde (?) hair talking about giving back memories and stuff... Diana cocked her head. She was confused. What did he mean by giving back memories. Diana couldn't think of weird blank spots in her memory, but Diana's attention was shifted to something more odd. Food. Actual Food. Diana rushed towards the nearest table and grabbed what was closest. A ham sandwich (I dont remember what there was, so I am going to do something random?) or what Diana thought as 2 pieces of weird white material with some green stuff and a piece of meat. She took a tentative bite and it tasted different. Diana couldn't put her finger on it. It kinda tasted better more fresh. She was disturbed from her thoughts by a screech of a mic. She turned back towards the man and sat down in a chair beside on of her fellow cell mates. Sh listened intently wanting to know what was going to happen next.
 

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