Sylvestre watched the screen, his heart broke and tears welled up in his eyes as the image switched to him standing in front of a coffin, one word escaped his mouth he didn't know why it did, it seemed like a habit like that face caused the word itself "Mother," he said as his throat choked up. He looked at the others who were all watching the screen, he really didn't like others seeing something so private.

She took the letter from Charlotte's hands and read through it, her green eyes scanning it through as her face registered only shock the further she got. She glanced up at Iggy for a split second then back at the letter, shaking her head. It just didn't make sense.

She turned to Frenchie about to tell him he needed to read the letter for himself when the TV turned on again. This time, only horror registered on her features as it was Frenchie's face to grace the television the second time. When it went black again, she slowly turned her head to Frenchie, the letter forgotten in her hand. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly.

His dark eyebrows rose. A second bathroom. How convenient. And there were no half-naked guys in here either, so that was good; the last thing he wanted was to bump into another shirtless bloke. He made his way inside without bothering to close the door, as brushing one's teeth wasn't necessarily something that required all that much privacy.

He glanced over at the four cups resting near the sink, two toothbrushes in each. How was he supposed to figure out which one was his? He picked up a green one, and was surprised to find a name inscribed onto the handle. It wasn't his name, though - or at least it didn't really ring a bell for him - so he set it back down. He tried a blue brush then, and checked the handle, only to find some familiar initials inscribed onto it - T.D.C.

His eyebrows rose yet again. There was nothing that could really prove to him that he was T.D.C., but... all clues sort of pointed at him being that guy. So he took this brush and-- where was the toothpaste?

He sighed with annoyance. Nothing could ever be normal in this room, could it? He glanced around the sink and overall bathroom, but found no toothpaste. He looked up at his reflection on the mirror then, brown eyes stuck on the pair of eyes staring back at him for a moment before bringing up a hand and pulling the mirror open to reveal the cabinet inside. He was startled, though, as something fell out just as he opened the mirror-door.

He took a shaky breath and then turned as he heard Logic calling him, he turned to her he wiped the tears that were in his eyes, and shrugged, "I don't remember what happened, all I know is that, that is my mom," he said with a frown, "but I do know that my eyes start to water and I feel really sad." He ran a hand through his hair and then looked at Logic, "Don't worry about me I'll be fine," he said, maybe.

He jumped back, startled, as a whole twenty-five tubes of toothpaste fell from the cabinet and into the sink.

Alright, now he was starting to get suspicious.
He needed a bathroom and one just magically appeared out of nowhere. He needed toothpaste and now he had twenty-five tubes to last him a lifetime. Was this some sort of magical room that gave them whatever they wanted?

Hmm. He took a tube of toothpaste and placed some of the paste on his toothbrush. He turned the knob for the cold water, and... no water came out. "Oh c'mon, you've got to be kidding me," he muttered in annoyance. "C'monnn..." He turned the hot water handle and nothing, then went back to the cold water one and turned it on and off, hoping at least a drop would come out. This was ridiculous, it was like the room was out to get him, to annoy him to death or something!

Augie put back his shirt on before leave the bathroom..'He opened the door and he felt not so happy atmosphere..He looked around the room and saw Franchie looked so down the he looked at Logic "What happen?What did I miss?" he asked curious

Oh my gosh.

There were dead body parts right there in the fridge. Was this what their captor expected them to eat? She couldn't eat dead body parts. It wasn't to her taste.

Her bottom lip quivered a little bit. She was aware of the others talking, but the words just floated in one ear and out the other. That was, until someone addressed her.


"Logic." A tiny smile appeared on her face for once, as she looked at the girl he called Logic. "I didn't really think it was that illogical." she sighed, looking back at the boy...and then ...

The girl's eyes snapped up to look at the screen when someone else popped up on it. She was mesmerized by the TV. Sydney didn't think she remembered ever seeing something like it before. She watched the scene play out, head tilted curiously to one side as she wondered how the boy got up there... because what were the chances that both boy's had twin brothers?

She was officially confused. "I don't get it." the girl stated blankly, staring at the black television screen and then at the nice boy.

Would she appear up there soon?... Did it hurt?

"Are you alright?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

She watched as he wiped his eyes. She had gathered that it was his mom - after all, they resembled each other very much. She took a deep breath. "I know it's hard to take on faith, but everything will turn out okay," she said with a hesitant smile.

She looked up. Huh, he must have been in the bathroom all along. Oh, well. His business. She shook her head at his question. "Well, we have a.... that thing on the wall and it keeps showing flashes of people's lives," she said to sum it up, motioning to the TV.

AGH!

What the hell?!
He threw a glare at the faucet, as if it had personally wronged him by splashing him on the face so unexpectedly like that. He turned and was glad to find a towel hanging near the shower, quickly making his way over to it and using it to dry his face with his free hand. Once that was done, he walked back into the sink and placed his toothbrush in the warm water, then turning off the water and beginning to brush his teeth.

He wasn't sure why, but that felt good. After waking up with that disgusting taste in his mouth and having witnessed that traumatizing sight in the fridge, brushing his teeth had never felt so good - again, not that he could remember the last time he'd done this. He rinsed his mouth out and washed the toothbrush before setting it back to its proper place, in the white cup where another toothbrush sat.

This room was strange, but he couldn't help wondering how it worked, what was it that caused it to make rooms appear out of nowhere. Could the room... read his mind or something? Huh. What if he needed or wanted or wished for... a closet? Would the room magically make it appear?
He felt a little silly for doing this but decided to give it a try. And so, the boy made his way out of the bathroom and stared at the wall where the two doors stood. He paused for a moment, just examining the two doors before turning on his heel and beginning to pace up and down the hallway, wishing in his mind for a closet, a door that would lead him to a room filled with clothes. He felt absurd doing this but no one was watching him anyway, he was free to embarrass himself in this hallway, simply pacing up and down muttering to himself about needing a closet.

After a few moments of pacing around and muttering to himself like a loon, he came to a halt. The bathroom doors were still there, no new addition to their wall. Huh. Looks like it didn't work after all. But then, as he turned, he noticed there was a new door on the opposite wall, one that obviously hadn't been there before.

His brown eyes widened and he froze. Was this it? Was this the closet he had been wishing for just moments ago? Had the room really listened to him? Just like the first time he bumped into that other door, he took a moment to glance around at his surroundings, as if checking if he was the only one who had seen this. It seemed so, but he knew he wasn't going crazy and imagining things.

A little hesitantly but burning inside with curiosity, his hand reached for the doorknob and turned it until the door opened.

OOC: You asked for it. XD

The TV comes on for a third time. Now you see:
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He's sitting in a hospital next to an elderly woman on a bed. The woman is hooked up to several machines and TC is crying.

"Tristan," the old woman says in a raspy voice. "Your brother will get everything. I am so sorry. He will... get..." her voice trails off for a moment and TC on the screen looks worried, but the woman opens her eyes and says, "Everything, except..." she continues, pulling a very wrinkled hand away from her side. She drops something small and shiny into his hands, a small platinum ring, and then the monitors around her begin to squeal a single high-pited note.

The screen goes blank again.

'Tristan' is momentarily distracted from the new closet at he sees this on the screen.

"Oh I see" was all he could said..He looked at Franchie 'What did he saw on the TV that make him like that?' he asked himself curious but he didn't bother to ask Franchie..Then he realize that something was missing..'Hey..Where's the fridge go?' he thought..He sighed 'This room is getting weirder and weirder'

Charlotte was confused. Why was it showing... all of these videos? All of the parts of their lives that should remain a secret. She turned away from the television that had lit up for the third time. "So... if you're magic... get me out of here..." she said to the wand. What was wrong with her...? Really... she was talking to an inanimate object, a piece of wood. There was something wrong. She waved it again, hoping it wouldn't break. Nothing happened.

ooc: :lmao:

He was almost there, the door was opened wide enough to let him into the room when-- was that the muggle instrument talking again? What were they doing out there, watching a movie or something? He was uninterested at first, his attention mostly on this new door, on what he'd just figured out on how this room worked.

But then he heard an all too familiar name - Tristan.
His brown eyes widened.
That was... the boy who'd given the ring to Lisette. Startled, his mind went completely blank for a moment there, the door and the closet and the overall room suddenly forgotten. He was able to see just about half the TV screen from where he stood. Letting go of the door, he slowly made his way out of the hall, until he could see the screen completely.

His eyes widened further. That was him!
There was an old woman in the screen, addressing this him, referring to him as Tristan. He watched quietly, completely mesmerized as the old woman apologized to him, explaining that his brother would get everything but... And then she handed him a ring.
No, not a ring. The ring. The ring that was now in Lisette's finger, the ring she'd been carrying in an envelope, an envelope which read 'I'm sorry, Tristan'. And Tristan... that was him. That was his ring, and... it seemed he'd wanted to given it to Lisette.

He didn't realize the screen had gone blank at that moment, his mind racing - everything was starting to make sense now. He had wanted Lisette to have that ring, she was someone... well, special to him. She must've been if he had given her something had held so much sentimental value. But... she'd refused it. Perhaps that's why she'd felt so trapped earlier? She didn't want the ring but couldn't remember why, exactly? And yet there he had been, placing it on her finger.

Tristan said nothing. He just stood there, a blank expression on his face as he thought back to all of this. His right hand moved, pulling out the photograph he'd been keeping in his pocket, the one of Lisette twirling around and making kissy faces, her smile brighter than anything he had ever seen before.
Why had she refused the ring?
He glanced over in her direction then, his brown eyes a little questioning though for the most part his expression remained blank, surprised, completely... just, shocked. Then he glanced back at the picture, his eyes stuck on the blonde girl's sparkling, lively ones.
And... he had a brother?
He seemed even more surprised now, his gaze leaving the photograph and glancing around the room instead. What if his brother was in this room? What if he was in here, too? Also not remembering a thing? That video had answered so many questions but at the same time created so many new ones, he felt a little overwhelmed by it all.

Charlotte huffed at the stick. "I don't care if you're sorry, you're useless," she muttered. Why was she talking to it again. She wanted to throw it away, but for some reason she didn't want to either... it was like it was a part of her. Charlotte looked around. Why was she here? How did she get here? Did she appear randomly like the rest? She wanted more answers. She stuck her hand in her other pocket, hoping to find something more, something to tell her who she freaking is. What type of person had she been? Were her parents like her? What happened to them? Were they dead like the boy's?

Charlotte started pacing, hoping to remember something. Hands in her pocket, with the stick in it too.