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[A lot of really strange things have been happening to Nick lately, but he can safely say that somehow getting kidnapped on the walk from his aunt's trailer to his car, without actually seeing anyone or even being aware that he'd been knocked unconscious, was pretty much the last thing he was expecting.

So, of course, it's what apparently happened. At this point, Nick's pretty sure he should just stop not expecting things. As soon as he doesn't expect something, that's when it's going to happen.

He takes a quick stock of the situation - not exactly liking the look of the cell he's ended up in, but at least, for some reason, whoever captured him didn't take the duffelbag full of weapons he'd had with him. A peek in the bag says they're all there, along with his both his Glocks. And a try of the doorknob, which'd been half-hearted at best, because he really hadn't expected it to open, proves to be successful.

See? Never expect things.

His cellphone isn't getting any reception, so Nick shoulders his duffelbag and pulls his gun out from its holster before ducking out into the hallway. If he can manage to sneak his way to a place that gets reception, he can call for Monroe or Hank. Or, better yet, maybe he can just find a way out of here.]

[So, uh, nonhumans, let me know if you don't want Nick to be able to tell that your character isn't human? And also feel free to have any nonhumans be able to sense something strange or dangerous/predatory about Nick!]

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Yeah, I've heard that part, too.

[Unfortunately, that he believes a little bit more. Or at least that escaping isn't going to be a show of force, fighting his way out. It's going to involve longer planning.

But that hasn't stopped him from scoping out the area.]

Thanks, though that's one welcome I'd rather not have. Nick.

[Alex actually half smiles at this, knowing perfectly well how most of the new arrivals came in with that complete lack of belief as to the finality of their world's destruction. It was disbelief that he shared with them.]

Yeah, I understand entirely, but at least for the moment it is what it is.

[He shifts his weight from one hip to the other.]

So, besides the general 'not going to belief it' part... you have questions? I've been here over a year, so I'll answer for you what I can.

[That's somewhat refreshing. A few others he's talked to have believed their world's destruction, which Nick is certainly not about to do any time soon.]

So it seems.

[At the offer to answer questions, he smiles, though it's not as bright as it would have been had it not been attached to Alex being there over a year. That's a long time to be stuck here.]

Do you know how many people are here?

[It's not a shining smile, but it's at least better than nothing, so Alex will roll with it. He falls silent at the question, lips pursing as he quickly counts over the numbers.]

Figure about seventy, or just under... about ten of those are staff members that 'work' here.

[Yep, he totally through some air quotes around that.]

[Nick considers that for a moment. Sixty prisoners to ten staff members. He'd say a revolt was bound to happen, if he hadn't been more than familiar with the idea of a few holding a larger number of people captive.]

I'm guessing the 'staff' aren't exactly amenable to answering questions.

They're actually okay, for the most part... Duran is damned creepy, but they'll answer what they're able... might not be everything you want, but it's better than remaining entirely clueless.

[His interest is piqued there, more that Alex seems to be somewhat knowledgeable on the staff members than at hearing they're actually okay, though that's part of it.]

You know the staff?

[Alex's nostrils flare just a bit before he gives a slight nod.]

I work with Joe in the kitchens sometimes.. cooking and what not. I've sew some clothes for Nieta, who works the kennels and mew and been patched up by Isabel... There's still Duran, who seems a guard of some kind, the headsman, who I suggest you avoid if at all possible... and Lord Deior himself.

[Nick listens, mentally taking note of which staff member does what, and who to avoid.]

Patched up? So there's a doctor on staff?

[That's... odd. But then again, everything about this place is.]

Have you seen Lord Deior at all?

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