Alexander Lozynsky and Nicolai Lebedev

[Laraqua]

Alexander finds himself inside an L-shaped room that has an IKEA table and three chairs.

[kabukiman]

Is the door still opened? Is anyone armed?

[Laraqua]

The door is shut behind an unarmed man - I'll let SuAside describe his character.

[Laraqua]

He had an ugly, dry skin rash that can be glimpsed beneath his sleeves. He is also not wearing the laboratory coat in the picture nor is there a monkey beside him at this time.

[kabukiman]

-Let me guess, you come to meet to take some pictures with some young girls, and instead, your stucked with me, da?

[SuAside]

"Nicolai, for a geneticist you do very little research... This leaves you at a disadvantage." Alexander says as he briefly shakes his head "I am Alexander Lozynsky."

He then hesistates and extends his hand, in the hope that Nicolai does the same. Regardless of his rather bold and brusk introduction, he comes across as rather unsure.

OCC: sorry for skipping a post, it slipped between the cracks. Mea maxima culpa...

[kabukiman]

-I see! Pleasure to meet you!I'm just sorry for the circunstances. Well, at least I will have inteligent company.
Nicolai makes a sign to the place where is the speaker.

[SuAside]

Alexander turns and looks in the direction that Nicolai pointed.

[Laraqua]

When he goes around the corner of the L-shaped room, he finds nothing but a single bed mattress, blanket and pillow flopped in the corner - a speaker sits in the upper corner of the room.

"Let's tell a story," says Kasiliev over the speaker.

A slightly scratchy, seeming pre-recorded, woman's voice comes in over the speaker. "Well, it's a story... The lady, that reporter, she said it was, well, some kind of meme. Contagious concept. If you hear the story, well, if you hear it, you get drawn there, into the room, again and again. The story is, well, the story just talks about one person or another, a friend of a friend, you understand, who hears a story, just like you're hearing now. Nothing seems wrong, nothing changes, until twenty four hours later, when they go into 'the Room'. It only lasts ten minutes. Just ten minutes. But then, twenty three hours later, it happens again. Then twenty two hours ... then twenty one ... until its the last hour and you go in and ... well, who knows? They just don't come back. That's just how the story ends. And the worse thing is, while you're in there for ten minutes, not a second seems to pass in the real world."

[kabukiman]

-Oh God, we were kidnapp by a madman. And I was hopping it was only the mafias who wanted money or some rival company.

[SuAside]

Alexander looks around. He seems rather unsure of himself. What the hell is he doing here? What does this have to do with anything?

[kabukiman]

-I see you don't understand our situation. We have been kidnaped. For about one week or two, for what our kind host told me.

[SuAside]

"Wha-? How? Why?" Alexander mutters clearly having lost his footing in the current situation.

[kabukiman]

-I don't know. I thought it was to get money or to sabotage the expedition, but after what Kasiliev said, I think he is probably just insane.

[SuAside]

Alexander turns around and tries to walk out.

[Laraqua]

The heavy door is firmly locked.

[kabukiman]

-You don't know by chance how to open locks, do you?

[SuAside]

"Not exactly one of my skill sets, no." Alexander replies as he looks around for windows which might offer a way out.

[kabukiman]

-Great! In that case, we have lot's of time to discuss science. This place was well prepared to our coming.

[Laraqua]

This room is windowless.