Who: J.D., Brigitte and whoever
Where: Brigitte's Bedroom
When: 12:00 pm
Rating: TBD
OOC: Posting order plz.

One minute J.D. was humming to himself in the basement of his highschool, setting up a bomb that would express his greatest plan in one big, fiery explosion. The next, he was on a messy bed in house he had never seen before in his freakin' life. "What. The. Hell?" the teenager swore as he sat up in the bed, brushing his hair out his eyes and looking blankly at the room. There were either two answers for this. A) He was dead and this was the after-life. And if that was the case, J.D. was seriously disappointed. He had been really hoping for clouds, angels and maybe even a harps to create the effect. That's assuming you're going to heaven, J.D. silently chided himself. There was always the other option of going to hell but somehow white pine and quilted blankets just weren't the sorta thing J.D. thought Satan would be up for.

Which lead to option B) A hospital. The only question was, what kinda hospital. J.D. looked down at his body, noticing that he was still wearing the blue jeans, black tee-shirt and usual black trench coat as always. "Huh", he sighed as he climbed out of bed and looked cautiously about the room. With a few quick strides, J.D. was out the door and in the hallway only to be faced with more doors...and more doors...all of which J.D. opened with little success. The rooms were empty and looked pretty much just like the room J.D. had woken up in. But this place doesn't look like a hospital, he was thinking as he opened the next door. Success! Another human life form was curled up under the blankets.

For a moment, all J.D. saw was dark brown hair which looked familiar and caused him to speak out loud.

"Veronica?"

Who: Billy Loomis : Open to everyone.
Where: Main floor: Kitchen
When: 10am
Rating: R for language.

Billy had always been an early riser and even being transported hadn't changed that. About twenty minutes ago he had woken up in a strange bedroom in his corn syrup and blood stained tee-shirt and jeans with no memory of how he had gotten there. Correction, almost no memory. He could remember what he had been doing last, which was chasing Sidney around her house as that fucking bitch slipped away from Billy and Stu. Then a stranger appeared around the corner. Billy hadn't known the man but that didn't stop him trying to stab the son-of-a-bitch but something weird had happened. Billy flew back, unable to harm the man who approached him and dropped a letter on Billy's chest. The next thing the homicidal teenager knew, he was in a bedroom in the middle of nowhere.

Originally Billy had planned to leave the house as he headed downstairs but once he got there, he realized he would be better off trying call someone or find whoever lived here. "Swanky", Billy said to himself as he moved down the hard wood stairs and into the carpeted hallway. He poked his head into the lounge for a moment but there wasn't a phone or living soul in there. The next was the kitchen. Billy's eyes widened as he took the large room in. "I guess there are worse places to end up", he said out loud as he moved into the warm room. His eyes traveled over the walls, the steel colored appliances but they couldn't find the one thing he was looking for.

"Where's the goddamn phone?" That was when he noticed the large kitchen knives in the wooden block on the counter. With a quick glance down at his clothes, Billy moved forward and pulled out a knife with a sticky hand. Sure, it looked ominous, the seemingly blood-stained young man holding a huge knife in his hand but Billy didn't care. He could always lie about what had happened, as he was planing to, and he'd rather have the knife on him, should he need it.

As soon as he thought of that, Billy hear a noise that sounded like it was coming from the hallway. He took one step and stopped. Okay, you're not that stupid! he told himself. You know what happens to people who check out creepy noises in horror movies.