It wasn't long since she had been locked up in a cell. It was one that she couldn't escape and if she even tried to teleport away or out of the prison, she'd immediately just fall into water. There was no escape. Well, at least not yet. Instead of panicking and complaining; she knew what she was doing was technically wrong, but she didn't care. The elders were too focused on their old ways and following in the footsteps of their ancestors and their plan had never been executed. Not even once in the eons that them and their ancestors attempted. Each and every time it ended in failure.

"This time will be different." They had to say to themselves repeatedly. Anyway, enough of that. Now Andr had to think of a way to escape and honestly, she needed to know everything about the prison she was in. Every nook and cranny. She put her analytical skills to the test and when their time to be in the courtyard came around, she spent the entire time scoping out the area, taking note of every little thing. The guards, their schedules, where they scouted and where the blind spots were. This would take careful execution and she had to come up with plans before proceeding. She mentally sighed and made her way to the lunchroom where she was served some stew made with the chorus fruit and some other random things. Interestingly enough, while the chorus fruit allows a human to teleport to a random location within the vicinity, it had no effect to the enderpeople and instead was used as a way to be nourishment.

After lunch time, Andr went to her cell to relax and think to herself, deciding that laying on her bed was the best option for laying on the bed in her cell and staring at the ceiling, Andr began the small formulation of a plan. Though she needed to do a couple of things in order to do so. Thus, tomorrow, she would begin the process. Though she would need to be discreet, obviously.

Around this time, Andr was doing a bit of work. The laundry with the other inmates. She closed her eyes and sighed a little, thinking more to herself as she glanced around at the several shady looking mobs. While they all looked the same, each and every one of them were rather… eccentric. She couldn't rely on any of them with the plans she had in mind. After the work ended, while it was free time for them all, she had decided to relax in her cell to think.

The next day came rather quickly and she began making rounds. She traded certain items for others and made sure to keep them all hidden in her cell. Surely most people would have just given up and subjected themselves to the mindlessness that was the prison. To explain better, it wasn't a prison, it was more of a pentiary. They worked under rather harsh conditions until they have served their sentence. It was "community service" they told her before she had been thrown in here. In reality, it was the prisoners that had to do all the work, gathering resources for the elders for their plan. The plan, to explain simply was to resurrect the Dragon of old. It was a horrid plan. It seemed simple, but it was taking everything they had to try and do it. This was their nth attempted and there wasn't telling if they could even survive another setback. Their focus on the big plan was making it far harder to push resources into other things that were needed. Such as for the enderpeople that weren't trying to chase a false dream in the form that was the Elders' plan.

That day was rather dull and boring. Work in the mine, eat the same food from day one and sleep. Rinse and repeat. However, there were some new prisoners. All of them were similar to her: several different mobs that looked human. Another thing is that each and every one of them were from the overworld, very clearly. One was a zombie, another a creeper, a slime and skeleton too. It made Andr wonder what they had done to deserve to be put into this place.

It was a new day. Andr was still in the works of finalizing her plan and had made sure that her plan was still under wraps. Through the week of working, she had made friends with the other mob girls.. One of which was the creeper. Her name was Cupa and honestly they were making things better in the prison. They were rather quick to become friends and since then she had formulated a secondary plan that included Cupa as the main player. Though it was extremely risky. There were many things that could happen, but each and every one of the plans needed something to happen. Something big and distracting. This got Andr to thinking. Something was brewing in her mind and she needed to find the right enderpeople to pull it off.

That same day, she was approached by the rest of the crew of mobpeople. Andr looked at them and thought for a moment. 'This could work..' she said to herself. It hadn't been long since she had been thrown in here, yet she's already came up with a plan and a way to get out. Though, she truly wondered if she could trust the people she called friends at the moment. It hadn't been long since they all met and Andr felt she was the odd one out, thus she kept the plans mostly to herself. Not to mention, this plan would need something significant to happen and to be honest, she felt as though she was being watched carefully. Despite how discreetly she was trying to be. It seemed the elders told the guards how she could be and what she was capable of. This was going to get a bit rough. In the midst of her thinking process, Cupa was asking her a question. "Andr? Are you okay?" She would ask, since the endergirl hadn't answered the question prior.

"Ah, uhm. Can you repeat the previous question please?" She would ask, giving a fake smile that Cupa could easily see through. The creeper girl was good at seeing through how people felt and it wasn't hard for her to see through how Andr felt. Cupa would frown a little, then asked her question again, "Anything planned for when you get out? Surely you don't have too long a sentence."

Andr nodded slowly and sighed. "I have… someone to get back to." When she answered like this, Cupa nodded in understanding, giggling softly to herself. That made Andr uneasy, even if it was slightly. Then a bell rang, signifying it was almost time for lights out. With the conversation for her ended, she left the group after a simple goodbye and headed to her cell.

While she was relaxing in her cell, she began to wonder to herself: "What would happen if I try to touch water.." She said this to herself in silence, staring up at the ceiling some more. This was a genuine question to her and she didn't quite know what to do from there. Maybe she should try it out when she tries her escape. She sighed a bit and thought to herself some more, playing multiple scenarios in her head about what was happening. What could be done from now and whether Eli was okay. 'Surely he is..' She thought to herself. 'He's not that big of an idiot to die.' With that, she closed her eyes, her mind fading to black as she sunk into a dream.