the bloody face, that remains in your mind. (ttw room 1 & 3)

((OOC: Since I have no idea how Ariel and Miguel's convo is going to end, I'm just going to make stuff up. I'll add more stuff once I do know. X'D))

Ariel hadn't been talking to Miguel for a few hours after what had went down. She was starting to regret slapping him.. But at the time it seemed like the right thing to do. After he had kissed her cheek she felt nothing but hatred towards him in those few seconds. And before she knew it she had given him a clean slap across the face. His cheek was a little red, but thankfully he wasn't too hurt.

"I shouldn't have done that.." Ariel whispered to herself as she looked back at Miguel. He was in deep thought it seemed. She sighed and leaned against the wall a bit more. Though when she did, she suddenly heard a knock, making her turn to look at it.

For a few seconds she thought she just misheard things, but then she remembered how she talked to John and Ruber. She then heard a female's voice asking if someone was there. It wasn't Holly that was for sure, but it was someone new.. Which meant there were even more people here than the others she had met in that card game.

"I'm here, my name is Ariel. Who are you?" She asked, wanting to get the introductions out of the way so she could talk.

Messua had been waiting for a few seconds and was almost near giving up that it would be possible to talk to someone else in here, when she heard a voice coming from he other side of the wall. It was a female voice, Ariel as the woman introduced herself. She wasn't one of the females she met during the game. At least none of those she heard the voice of.

So her guess was right and there were more people in here. Messua closed her eyes. Then she remembered, that it would be a good thing to answer Ariel.

"Uh, uhm... My name is Messua. Hello.", she answered calmly. "Are you okay in your room?"

Ariel felt relieved when she heard the woman reply back to her. Her name was Messua. "Nice to meet you Messua, and to answer your question, I am." She replied before she took one more look at Miguel.

As long as you don't count being in a awkward situation like this.. Ariel thought to herself before she looked back at the wall. "Right now I'm cuddling against a badger plush. And how is your room, is it okay as well?" Ariel said before she finally took in her room. It was a beautiful room and a step up from the room she had been in.

Though what stood out to her the most was the ceiling. She had noticed it when she woke up, but she could finally take it all in. It was gorgeous. She always loved looking at constellations. She took in all of them while she waited for Messua's reply.

Messua smiled. "It's good to hear you're fine.", she leaned her head against the wall. At least there seemed to be no one hurt or mentally injured badly. As far as she could hear by listening to Ariel's voice.

"I'm fine in here as well. The surroundings are a bit unusual for me though. It looks like a princess once lived in here. I rather prefer the room I had before, though it missed a few details.", she chuckled softly. Her glance fell back to Garrett, who was still silent. Somehow she felt worry raise up in her mind. It wasn't good to be in his own thoughts like that. At least not that deep. And she knew it. You could loose yourself in your mind. "Are you alone in your room?", she asked hesitantly.

The madness of the past day couldn't escape his mind. Miguel woke up from his nightmare, panting slightly, cold sweat streamed down his face. He wondered for how long he slept. The man sat down on the sofa, yawned, stretched and scratched his cheek, which finally no longer burned from the slap he received earlier from Ariel. "Ariel," he said inwardly, turning his head in the direction where her voice came from. That moment he saw her a small smile touched his lips. Ariel was cuddling with a plush badger, leaning against the wall and talking to herself... Or not. His eyes winded, when he realised that she was talking to someone in the other room. Fast as a bolt of lightning, Miguel he jumped off the sofa and sat next to Ariel, leaning on the wall as well, hoping to hear Jane's voice. No. It wasn't Jane. It was Messua. That mysterious woman he talked to in the "gaming" room. He heard her question and decided to give her an answer himself, "Nope, she is not! I'm glad to hear you again, Messua. It's me - Miguel!" He hesitated for a second, being scared to lose his last hope, before continuing, "May I ask you a question as well, Messua... Who is your roommate?"

As she didn't got a response for a while, Messua feared that she said something wrong. She opened her mouth to apologize, when a male voice answered her question. She froze. Miguel? Thanks Freda, he was still alive.

"Hello Miguel.", her voice was warm and soft. She closed her emotions back inside her. "I'm with Garrett. He seems to know you. At least I'm guessing that, because he's silent since the moment I mentioned your name...", her voice went quieter the more she said. How many people met each other in here already?

Then she took a deep breath. "Can you still remember his face as well, as he would sit right next to you?", she whispered, not really believing, that Miguel would hear what she said.

The man was glad to hear the mysterious woman again as well. It was nice to know that people are not dying like flies and got replacements dayly. It meant they got a chance to live and to get out. Miguel gave a sincere smile when she called him by his name. It even seemed for him for a second, that her voice got warmer and friendlier.

"Yes, Garret was my and Cale's neighbour..." he replied and froze, realising what he just said. "Oh, no, poor Garret," thought Miguel and shook his head in despair. He heard that he and Cale really liked to spend evenings talking to each other. "Oh, no. Did you tell him, that Cale..." he faltered, and couldn't finish the sentence. For a while Miguel became silent and withdrew into himself.

Then he huffed and shook his head, getting back on track. "Messua, did you say something?" he asked her, when he finally came to his senses, not hearing clearly what she had just said.