Owner	Pose
Lorna Dane	It had been who knows how long since either Roberto or Lorna had been awake and conscious. The last thing Lorna had remembered was the explosion of the car bomb. She'd smacked her head hard, and had been groggily aware for the briefest of moments that Roberto was okay. Beyond that, she didn't remember anything. A soft moan and grumble of pain escaped the green haired woman as she slowly came around to wakefulness. She had been left on the dirt floor of a cell. A dug out looking thing, dug deep into the rock and earth and deep. Above was a network of sticks above, in a criss crossing pattern. The pit wsa deep, large and muddy in places.A few bones were scattered in places in the shadows. Thick rocks, carved with some kind of inscriptions supported the edges of the pit like chamber. Slowly, the pounding in her head something terrible, Lorna squinted against the light and dragged her hands against face. Everything hurt. Roberto had likewise been tossed into the same pit like chamber of a holding cell. Just a few yards away. He hadn't suffered a head injury though, and had only been drugged. Whatever native plants had been in that cocktail had likely worn off a bit before Lorna's for some reason. Both had been searched, and both were missing their shoes, comms, and other items that bound them to the civilized world at large.
Roberto Da Costa	Whatever they used to drug them must have been pretty weird, because Roberto feels drained. It means the drugs somehow negated his powers and he lost all the accumulated solar charge. But looking up, that light feels like sunlight, so he should be recharging. Slowly, as it is indirect light. Some headache, and so damn tired. Cramped muscles too, he must have been out for over a day. Yet strangely, he doesn't feel very hungry or thirsty. "Would I be a bad boyfriend if I say 'I knew it was a trap' now?" He comments, voice cracking. He coughs. "It feels as if I have not talked in days, weird," he mentions, managing to sit down and then reaching to help Lorna.
Lorna Dane	Lorna smiled weakly, bitterly, even as Roberto finally swung into her line of sight and spoke. She couldn't think straight. Couldn't catch her bearings. She had no idea //where// she was.. and that caused a painful knot of fear to slice through her stomach. "Yes. Told you so bad." She croaked, her vision going black for a moment as Roberto helped her to sit up. She swayed, leaning heavily against him. "I think I'm going to be sick. Something.. something's wrong. I can't.." She grimaced, and made a sound at the back of her throat.
Roberto Da Costa	"They drugged us pretty badly," adds Roberto, dragging Lorna closer so she can lean on him. "Just breathe, since we are already awake I guess it should fade sooner than later." He frowns, trying to concentrate, but even summoning a shred of his powers seems too hard. He should follow his own advice, but Roberto is not a patient man. "I managed to send a message before the drugs took me out," he comments. "I think the X-Men will be looking for us already."
Lorna Dane	Lorna leaned heavily against Roberto, struggling to breathe as she swallowed back bile at the back of her throat. "Blink will be looking for me. My father is going to be pissed." She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to reach for the magnetic fields and found.. nothing. Her head pounded and she reached up for her temple. A dark bruise was there from where she'd smacked her head against the pavement in Argentina. "I can't feel the fields.. my father.." She mumbled out. Even as Roberto tugged her closer, her vision swam and she felt dizzy, almost faint again.
Roberto Da Costa	"Yes," confirms Roberto. "Whatever they used to drug us messed with my powers too. I had an almost full charge, now I got nothing," he comments quietly. "But that is sunlight," he points up, "which means maybe they don't know how my power works." Except he can't even 'feel' what time of the day is right now, which might mean his powers are still scrambled. "But yeah, your father might be looking for us too. Well, for -you-. Pretty sure he would be happy if I go missing for good."
Lorna Dane	Lorna glanced up toward the ceiling, or rather the network of woven sticks that made some kind of a roof above them. The sounds of life above drifted down to the two below, and she bit her lower lip. Her green eyed gaze swung back to Roberto slowly, her gaze not tracking as it should in a clear movement. She had likely suffered a concussion at the least, and whatever was messing with their powers wasn't helping. "The only time I've never had my powers.. was with that Sentinel thing from the future. Last year. Sebastian or whatever. It freaked me out then. And I knew what was going on. Now's worse.." She mumbled, and swallowed thickly. "Damn, I'm thirsty." She muttered, and despite the fact that Roberto wasn't supernaturally warm, she still curled up against him.
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto grunts in a non-committal tone. There is not much he can add, short of admitting he is not feeling his powers working either. Or is he? He is not sure because he is also dizzy and disoriented, but going tough macho about it. Besides, it is not the first time he ends up in a cell. Or the second. The New Mutants went through some wacky stuff and this hole has nothing on the Enchantress dungeons. Or the gladiator cells of the Shadow King. Or... actually the other places looked less primitive. This place looks very crappy even for Argentina.