Wacky Roleplay: Three People Only

[Hobo]

(Could it be made to accomidate 3 people? I need some sort of RP to keep me occupied.)

[Buradi-Mari]

There seems to be an earthquake.  The chamber extends to include a third area.  A person appears.  He's Hobo.

[Hobo]

I exit the chamber wondering.....where the hell am I...one minute I was in mah box....mindin' my own business, then BAM! I'm here...

"Where the hell am I?"

[Death Dark]

     I steam.

[Hobo]

"Seriously.....where am I, and how'd you guys get here?"

[Buradi-Mari]

Hobo can't exit the chamber.  He runs into a wall.  The chamber is surrounded with walls.  Clearing things up for the confused people.  When the chamber extended, the wall didn't crumble.  The room just grew.

On the floor of each prisoner's area appears a plate made of some sort of silver-colored metal.  On each plate was food.  The food included some kind of unrecognizable bread, steamed flowers of some sort, and the fried carcass of a bird.  None of the items on the plate seem familiar in the least.  A mug made up of the same metal filled with a thick purple liquid appeared beside each plate.

The voice speaks.

"Eat up."

[Hobo]

I poke the bird carcass cautiously......and then take a sniff of the liquid...


"Oh well, better than living off of ol' MRE's......or those lizards over in Iraq..."

I rip off a chunk of the bird and chew on it slowly...I wash it down with a swig of the purple liquid and cough...

"That's strong stuff....what's in there?"

[Death Dark]

     I stumble over to the plate, and begin munching.  I start with the meat, as always, and move on to the bread, ignoring the rabbit food.  I don't hesitate to drink the purple liquid.

[Hobo]

I rip open the bread and pick apart the rest of the bird and put it together to form a sandwich and take a bite.....

"So, how'd you guys end up here?"

[Death Dark]

     "I woke up."

[Hobo]

"Don't we all...who were you, in life?"

[Death Dark]

     "I don't know."

[Hobo]

"That sucks...me...I was an ol' SAS Commando back home....fought with some of the toughest SOBs that side of the Atlantic....been all the way from Iraq, to Argentina...."

[Buradi-Mari]

The voice laughs.  "You wish."

[Hobo]

I look up at the cieling and ask

"Who the hell might you be?"