[5th consult; video]

[dr_conscience]

[A significantly-younger-looking-than-usual Wilson James is sitting on the floor next to his bed, looking especially freaked out. He speaks very quietly.]

Alright, I don't know what the hell is going on, but if anyone can hear me, I think I've been kidnapped. I have no idea where I am, and there's this really creepy old guy here. He looks pretty insane, so I'm not going out there. I guess he's not all that bright, though, since he left this... thing in here.

Anyway, last thing I remember, I was in my dorm room. I think he must have drugged me or something. Just... if you can hear this, tell the cops or something? I could use some help here.



[ooc; Wilson's age-reversed, and so have his memories. He's about 18 years old, just barely a freshman in college, and he has no idea where he is or who any of you are.]

Comments

[morethanasuit.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to think of a way to explain this situation without sounding insane, but nothing is really coming to me, which is saying a lot.

voice;

[returningpearl.livejournal.com]

Doc...tor?

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

I kidnapped you.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Hey there, Jimmy. Who are you calling creepy? I made you eggs. And they're not poison flavored.

[theserenashow.livejournal.com]

You weren't drugged. From what I've heard, most of the people here don't even know what drugs are.

[holymadonna.livejournal.com]

Kidnapped? Ah--I don't think you were, not in a conventional way.