[Crashing to the floor immediately disorients Newt. He remembers walking through the Flat Trans, the way the frigid cold had passed over him like wading through ice water, and then- then hitting the floor, but he has the distinct feeling he's just woken up too. Had he blacked out walking through, was that part of it? It doesn't make sense to him, but it's not technology he's familiar with either, though he thinks it must be something like the Griever hole they'd jumped through. The sensation was the same.
But that's the least of his concerns right now, he needs to find the other Gladers who'd gone through before him, and hope Thomas went through behind him. But that meant he'd be showing up after him, right? He gets to his feet, grimacing because he's landed on his bad leg all wrong with the fall, but he heads toward the door anyway, albeit a little stiffly and slower than he usually would. He pushes the door open cautiously, waiting a few moments before stepping out in the hall. Who knows what WICKED had waiting for him out there? Mostly, though, he's alarmed when he doesn't see his friends immediately.]
Minho? Tommy? [He starts calling out other names, at least seventeen more of them (all boys names, some that don't even sound like names) as he picks his way down the hallway, pushing doors open to other rooms.]
[b. lobby]
[This is a hotel, Newt somehow knows it intrinsically, though he can't remember ever being in one. But the numbers on the doors, the keycard shoved in his pocket, those tell him where he is from the hazy half-memories he has of the world. Never anything concrete, but enough to remember things that have always been. Why would they put them in a hotel? Is this where the trial was supposed to start? How do you find "open air" when you're already above ground?
Newt will approach the first person he sees, and where he'd usually be smiles and welcoming demeanor, he's annoyed and tense. He can't find his friends, and he's doing his best to just not panic outright that WICKED's split them all up.]
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[Crashing to the floor immediately disorients Newt. He remembers walking through the Flat Trans, the way the frigid cold had passed over him like wading through ice water, and then- then hitting the floor, but he has the distinct feeling he's just woken up too. Had he blacked out walking through, was that part of it? It doesn't make sense to him, but it's not technology he's familiar with either, though he thinks it must be something like the Griever hole they'd jumped through. The sensation was the same.
But that's the least of his concerns right now, he needs to find the other Gladers who'd gone through before him, and hope Thomas went through behind him. But that meant he'd be showing up after him, right? He gets to his feet, grimacing because he's landed on his bad leg all wrong with the fall, but he heads toward the door anyway, albeit a little stiffly and slower than he usually would. He pushes the door open cautiously, waiting a few moments before stepping out in the hall. Who knows what WICKED had waiting for him out there? Mostly, though, he's alarmed when he doesn't see his friends immediately.]
Minho? Tommy? [He starts calling out other names, at least seventeen more of them (all boys names, some that don't even sound like names) as he picks his way down the hallway, pushing doors open to other rooms.]
[b. lobby]
[This is a hotel, Newt somehow knows it intrinsically, though he can't remember ever being in one. But the numbers on the doors, the keycard shoved in his pocket, those tell him where he is from the hazy half-memories he has of the world. Never anything concrete, but enough to remember things that have always been. Why would they put them in a hotel? Is this where the trial was supposed to start? How do you find "open air" when you're already above ground?
Newt will approach the first person he sees, and where he'd usually be smiles and welcoming demeanor, he's annoyed and tense. He can't find his friends, and he's doing his best to just not panic outright that WICKED's split them all up.]
Hey. Care to bloody explain what's goin' on here?