Disclamer: I do not own the characters.

Once again the reader is inexplicably drawn to that disturbing realm of Theauthorstwistedimagination. The Cid had not returned to monitor the collected heros and so they could do nothing but converse amongst themselves. Soon they believed that they were unobserved (stupid) and began discussing plans of escape. As expected, one group took -or was forced to take-charge.
Ah yes the typical hero, cool, collected and willing to take charge, Cloud Strife. "..." guess not....
And so we turn to Squall Leonhart. " Whatever...." again the hero seems content to simply sit and rot in captivity...
Finally! Some hope for our these poor prisoners! Zidane Tribal, he may have some energy! " Anybody for a round of poker?" -.-' No ...
Running out of candidates, they turn to Tidus. "We have to get to Zanarkand!" who seems to have ben tackled to many times... "We must escape!" Score!
"You will never escape us..." ...But a bit late because the Cid appeared once again. They went on " Separate yourselves into heros villains heroines and other." There were several exclamations of 'other!' , but they went largely unnoticed. "We will return for further separation in exactly twenty-three minutes and thirteen seconds." the blue light flickered out.
Cloud, Squall, Zidane and Titus were forced into the center of the room. Aries, Rinoa, Garnet and Yuna formed their own giggle group as they scurried to the other side of the room for "girl talk". The villains made their way to the highest point the large hall offered.
Sephiroth, silver haired swordsman exclaimed his mother had summoned him and flew to the rafters. Ultimecia followed the "shiny thing" like a crow. Kuja, the second silver haired 'man' , skirt, eyeshadow and all, levitated after the "intriguing" pair and left Seymour to rant until an annoyed mage cast float and he ascended in all his potbellied glory. The others stood disgruntled in their other-ness.
The heros had by then gravitated to the wall. Squall sat with his head in his hands and Cloud stood with a confident smirk. Zidaine had "acquired" a pair of dice- Cloud looked suspiciously across the room and saw Cait Sith running around frantically- and had chalenged Titus to a game.
Bad idea.
"You challenge me, star player of the Zanarkand Abes? Bring it on!" the blitz-boy said loudly.
A bit to loudly. Th silent heros of storm looked at each other, then at the two boys dueling with energetic expletives, and shook there heads.
Squall stood. "I don't think you belong here."

A/N: I'm now to tired to write. A review can continue this. It can only get better right?