Frienemy?

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie trained her eyes on Bryan's hand, mouthing the numbers as he did a countdown. Three, two, one. The force of Bryan's shoulder hitting the door almost knocked her over. She was rigid and unmoving as he dove through the door, gun raised.

After a beat, she stood up, alerting whomever was in the room that this stranger was not alone. Her gun rattled lightly, her hands shaking.

Ooc; I'll describe the room and you can describe
the aliens, okay? It only seems fair. c:

Surprisingly, the room was not dusty, like the rest of the building. It seemed that these creatures spent most of their time here, among the various wires and trinkets littering the floor. One massive cube was set in the middle of the room, smooth and gray with no distinguishing features. It didn't look metallic or wooden... simply gray.

Light ran from orbs scattered through the air, bathing the room in an eerie green light. Occasionally, one of the "bulbs" would flicker and a tinny voice would exclaim something in a foreign language. Nothing seemed Earth-like, but it didn't look alien either.

It's almost like a cheap movie set, Gylfie thought, most of the panic leaving her body. Are these teenagers? A worse thought entered her mind. Oh my God! Are we being Punk'd? I'm going to kill Jack!

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[Bryan Wilkeson]

Standing on the cube looked to be a humanoid male in casual human clothing. He almost looked like a blue pincushion with gold eyes as he stared at them in surprise and raised his hands. "What's going on?" he asked in a distinctly alien accent.

"What are you doing here? What is all of this?" Bryan demanded as continued to point his gun at him.