The people before her are certainly a curious bunch: a friendly man of middle-eastern descent and young appearance; a pink-haired, sleepy looking young woman; and lastly, the woman of tidy appearance who had served as a beacon with her voice. The four of them stood there; an odd, varied group, it could be said at the very least.
Introduce ourselves? Kes thought about that. It would be nice to share some names, to at least familiarize herself with something somehow. And meeting these new people seemed to be a fun idea, if anything; Kes could always be a bit bubbly, even in a situation like this. Chewing on the thought of sharing names, she concocted one of sorts for herself to use just for this purpose.
“You can call me Mercury! Merc, for short.” There was genuine cheer in her voice and an authentic smile on her face. It was fairly difficult to get her down in the dumps. She raised her arm and showed the other three her bracelet, the [ 1 ] burning hot in bright red on its reflective face. “Uh, that’s a nickname. I figure, y’know, since we don’t seem to know a lot about what’s going on, it’s as good as anything to go by.”
Mercury, the planet closest to the Sun. The first planet, among its other usages. It seemed suitable enough, a plausible mock name considering the [ 1 ] she had been given. Glancing at the bracelets the others were wearing, it seemed they all had numbers of their own as well.
Huh, that other lady seemed pretty offended by her question— the lady with the 4 bracelet? Well it’s not like Bernie was trying to be rude… ah, misunderstandings. She would have explained herself, had the taller guy not interrupted with his weird footsteps— they threw off the rhythm in her head. She loses her concentration, wandering off towards the staircase until she’s drawn back to the conversation by the tall guy with the 1 bracelet.
“I don’t know,” he says brightly, “if we were kidnapped by serial killers I think we’d already be dead.”
“Yeah, probably—” she rocked back on her heels, fiddling with her fingers as her eyes wandered skyward. “But what if we’re really all mice, and the serial killers are actually cats? Ah, but it was probably the janitor… or the butler, it’s always the service staff in the movies…”
She noticeably trails off, color draining from her already pale face and a fist coiled tight to her stomach until the four are called to introduce themselves. ‘Merc’, huh? She craned her head a little to see the bracelet face as ‘Merc’ flashed the number— she was a 1 like the tall guy too? Bernie examined her own bracelet, tapping idly at the 9 emblazoned on it.
“Hey, hey, I wanna be Beacon. See, I have a .” She rolled up her pink striped sleeve, thrusting her arm in the middle of the conversation in progress. “It kind of looks like a lighthouse light… if a lighthouse light looked like a 9— and it kinda sounds like bacon.”