Trapped in the Real World RP

[Bright Side]

OOC: This is a remake of the old Crossover, so just RP your character waking up in a house!

[Chipster-roo]

OOC: This is probably going to be very exciting.  I assume everyone wakes up in the same house?

IC: Maria slowly opened her eyes.  It did not take her long to realize that she was not in her dirty, uncomfortable bed, but on the couch.  "I must have been really tired last night to fall asleep here" she thought. "I didn't remember this couch was so comfortable."

Suddenly, she noticed the table right in front of her.  She had never seen it before.  She looked around and saw that the furniture in the room was entirely different from that in her apartment.  She was clearly somewhere else, and she did not remember having ever been in this place before.

"It's probably just the stress from being unable to find a job" she thought.  "I'll go back to sleep, and when I will wake up again, my apartment will look just like it always does."
With that, she lied back down, putting one of the cushions on her face.

[Bright Side]

OOC: Yep, same house!

[Claws]

Gina woke up from her slumber with the uneasiness of those who understand that they are in the middle of a predicament. She didn't know where she was or how did she get there... it was all a complete mess and she didn't like one bit of it.

She looked around a few times with marked terror and then got a hold of herself and just sat, as indifferently as he could pretend she was, on her hinder legs.

Still sitting and trying to look everywhere at once, she caught some bits of a conversation coming from nearby. Nobody really noticed when her claws came out with a empty noise.

[Chipster-roo]

OOC: Please ignore this post now that Brighty left the RP.

Maria was half-sleeping when she suddenly heard someone else's voice, although the cushion on her head prevented her from understanding the exact words.  She rapidly got up and looked at this other person.

"All right, I'm definitely not imagining this” she thought.  “This can only mean one thing..."

-I'm sorry, I must have got inside the wrong apartment last night, she struggled to say.  I live in number 55.  I assume you're the new tenant in number 52, who moved in last week?

“I really don't understand.  That sword must have been really expensive, and if she has enough money to buy that, why would she rent such a cheap apartment?”

[Bright Side]

OOC: Hi all, I'm afraid I'm leaving the RP, for the same reason I edited out my pictures: Internet safety when sharing personal information as well as my creative works. I hope you understand, and feel free to take this RP wherever you wish

[Crackers]

OOC: Well. I have wonderful timing don't I? But Chris deserves at least one post. . .

BIC: Christian was in that stage of drowsy awakeness that wasn't really being awake, quite happy to think over his dream, which had been slightly strange but good, involving cats, a chipmunk, and a talking mouse. Then he registered voices close by, and also a crick in the neck.  Rolling over, Chris fell from the couch where he'd been sleeping onto the floor.

"What the actual-" He started, before realizing that he was not on his floor, and there were people he didn't know in the room. "Well this is just peachy."