You've been kidnapped.

( his tone is light and casual, as he comes to a stop barely a foot from him. )

Just like every single being here, except for the hosts and their help. Don't ask me for specifics because I'm still looking into it. ( hazel eyes lowering down to clenched fists, pierce leans down just enough to curl his fingers around august's right wrist, encouraging him to release the bedsheets with a gentle tug. ) Tell me how you're feeling, mate. This place is fucked and not in a good way, so if its energy is screwing with you—

( he reaches out to grip his chin with his left hand, aiming to tilt his head back further to look more closely into his eyes. )

—or if you're just fuckin' hungover, I need to know.