It All Made Sense Inside My Mind...

Logic looks toward the other person. The question she asks does not compute. "Metaphysics? Without further narrowing of your search terms though, I am unable to help you further." She tells the girl.

She continues to stand in front of them, the floor continuing to crenellate.

She sees several more people materialise and wake up a few metres away. She watches.

Frost

Damn. What to do now then? I thought maybe I should ask the others for info, but I was never good with people. I stared around, my unnaturally blue hair in my face. More people were appearing, so I might as well try talking to one of them. I glared at the robot-voiced person. Thanks for NOT helping...

Dani continued to spin the dagger in her hand, staring at the talking thing a ma job with annoyance. "If we wanted some complicated answer we'd have asked an author. Can ya dumb it down for me?" I grumbled, wondering the same thing as the girl who'd just spoken. "Why are we in Visi's brain and not our own author's brains? "

Logic thinks a moment, and runs through every single possibility for such a circumstance, and then calculates the probability for each of those circumstances, and then selects an answer based on the results. "Probability dictates that this is something that was planned by the authors." She states.

Dani growled under her breath as she stopped spinning the dagger. "Figured as much, if something bad or freaky happens it can always be traced back to them. " She paused for a moment as she started flipping the dagger in her palm, it always helped her thinking to feel the cool metal of the blade in her hand. "Have any idea what we're spose to do now?"

Ezra

I got up, oh great Andrew was here. I looked around and saw Dani talking to some person? Andrew rose to his feet and watched as people started to wake up. "Where are we?"

"I just asked you that, smart one. 'Ow would I know?" Andrew snapped, clearly unhappy I was here. I smiled to myself, at least I knew I got on his nerves.

Logic looks at the girl speculatively. It occurs to her that the inquiry had many possible and equally valid answers. It would be tedious to list them all. All 6,983 of them. "I have many ideas." She states factually, in place of an actual suggestion.

Logic takes a moment to ponder the implications of so many foreign bodies in her writer's mind.

She decides that it could be like a metarealistic scientific analysis. That could have some qualitative value for her statistical analysis of the place. Interesting.

Dani rolled her eyes and continued to flip the blade impatiently. "Well?" She asked as a silence folled the person's words. "Are you going to say anything else, like one of the ideas? Or is this just all a waste of time? I mean seriously, you haven't said one friggin thing that made sense. Not one."