Shallan's Ward

(is that how we want the doors to be? I was thinking a hallway lined with doors. Maybe other hallways are lined with doors and it just varies)

Gave stood straight and went to the hallway looking down both ways. "We should pick a door," he stated eyeing the floor suspiciously. "I get the feeling that in order to move on we actually have to go somewhere," he said voicing the opinion that had been nagging at him.

(That's me. So it's clear who Gave is speaking to. He only knows her as Ms. glasses),

Gave shrugged. "You're free to do as you wish I suppose." He went to lean on the wall, but thought better of it. "I for one, will be sticking with Paul. I would rather have someone to watch my back." He turned to Dallas, "Thanks by the way Ms. Glasses."

So I have this theory that I have been working on and want to ask y'all before I take it to Sanderson. If a man on Sel were from MaiPon but looked like he could feasibly be Aonic, if he were to have his memory entirely erased by some fluke or phenomenon and told that he was of Aonic descent, to the point that he believed it with all his heart and seemed to almost know it, and then moved to Elantris. Would he be able to be taken by the Shaod? I don't know, I've been puzzling on this for a while and I guess it boils down to these questions. Can a human fundamentally shift their cognitive identity to something else and thus effect their sDNA or is this as absurd as it sounds? The floor is yours master arcanists.

Gave stood stunned a moment. Taking in all that had happened. He glanced at the shattered windows and at the floor which he now recognized as booby trapped and stood stock still. "It seems to me," he started, eyeing a door on the wall. "That this place... We really should name it. Wants us dead." He glanced up at the gorgeous ceiling and said. "So, since we're all gonna be facing death together. Can I get everyone's names?"

(Duly noted, updating the front page.)

(So I'm gonna Pafo that.(whoo I feel like Sanderson, saying that) I don't think there'll be a reward, but we'll see. I imagine the reward would be leaving alive. Also I should like to think that everything you can't see you should assume is changing.) Gabriel stepped into the hallway after Mac, stretching back and breathing deeply. (Continuity error) He rubbed the hilt of his long sword and nervously scratched his chin. "This is um... Impressive... To say the least," He stepped to examine the windows. (Do we want to make the hallway dangerous in any way?)

Welcome! I'm positive you'll have a great time! Lots of friendly Sharders full of wisdom and knowledge.

At the creak of the wardrobe Gabriel spun on his heel to see the newcomer. He looked him up and the down and with a grin he said, "Dressed mighty fine eh?" (Hahaha I'm only vaguely familiar with Hugh Jackman. I've only seen X-2 I think was the name of the film. Gonna get around to The Greatest Showman at some point.)

(I would say knowledge of Earth is limited and kinda fuzzy. PS playing Skyrim rn I'll post again later)

(Looks fine Mr. MacThorston. You have officially entered the mass of Twisted Corridors. Just kinda... Pop in.)

(Welcome to.... Um.... We don't have an actual name yet. But. Uh... Welcome. I am going to need a physical description before I can add you. So once that's done you can start. But I'll get you on the list.) (EDIT: Feel free to pop in whenever you wish. People just appear. @King Cole)

(got it. You poor thing. Good luck with School! ^-^)

"Here goes," Gabriel said as he grabbed the door knobs and carefully opned the door into the room and then he stepped into the hallway beyond. (Whoever is next can describe the hallway as they see fit. Any ideas we should know about your room @Tesh?)

"And I'm Gave," Gabriel added off hand as he moved towards the opulent doors. The detail was exquisite, pinks, whites, and gold lined the doors, which were done with brilliant golden knobs. "Wow. Just... Wow," he muttered as he gazed upon them. (Think a pocket dimension? It's kinda nowhere.)

Aaaaawwwww shoo- Ahem. Probably Sadeas. I've always said I'd rather have a slimy bastard who's upfront about being a slimy bastard. :/ Would you rather have to endure a two thousand year period stuck alone with Odium or Ruin.

(That sounds fun! Hehehe)

Gabriel reacted slower than Scelance. He hadn't the reaction time that she did. He smiled at the newcomer that stood in front of him. "Don't worry. Your eyes get used to the colours. Eventually," his headache returning and starting to gnaw at his health. He winced visibly at the return of the pain. "I hope," he muttered looking to the doors. (No problem Sami! It's time to start brainstorming the first room. Any ideas?)

Gabriel pushed his headache aside and stood promptly. He looked around the bright room and smoothed his rumpled clothing. His hair he left alone. No point in resting with that monster. "Well, my name's Gabriel. You can call me Gave (g-ah-veh), I guess," he beamed a smile he really didn't feel like giving. The doors finally caught his eye, but first he asked, "Do you mind sharing your name?"

(poking @Sami) Gabriel turned and noticed a younger woman in the, quite frankly, garish room. He gave a little wave, not trusting his voice, fearing it might crack. After a moment, he swallowed. "Um, hello," he rasped. His voice creaky from disuse. "Uh. Any clue where we are?" Normally he would be a bit more vibrant than this he felt. But his head was still throbbing and he felt tired still.

(See you then!)

Dashner is Mormon? Wat? @-@ When you scoff at historical knights cause Brandon did it better.

(Welcome Tesh! You may begin role-play at your leisure.)

Wassup yooo welcome to the Shard! ✌