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exsiliumlogs2013-08-02 08:53 am
crocodilesmiles) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-08-02 08:53 am
(closed) don't get yourself into mischief
Date & Time: August 2nd, 3313, Unspecified (likely morning)
Location: Initiative Hospital
Characters: Caesar S. & Collette
Summary: Collette wakes up three days post her last mission; Caesar's so ecstatic he's positively irritated.
Warnings: Teenage in-sensibilities?
( The last thing she recalled was the adrenaline that carried her through demorphing, and the sight of her hand elongating out of the fur of a coyote's paw. Those three days inbetween might as well not have existed but for how she felt less totally exhausted now than she did when she'd stumbled down off the Transport Pad with Gamora.
Awareness came to her slowly, along with the lights and niggling familiarity of the situation. Before thought can coalesce into coherence, a deeper thread of fright jolts through her stomach, leaving her nauseated and gasping as she startles herself fully awake, one hand jamming down against the hospital bed to no effect, fingers curling into the blanket, the other being forcibly pulled toward her face with the IV still attached.
Her eyes are wide and she's breathing too fast without speaking as she surveys what she finds: perfect human flesh. Just a palm of a hand, and five nails, as her finger curl inwards. She's fine.
Collette closes her eyes and breathes out, a sigh of relief and a lowering of heartrate as tracked on the machines for such things. She's herself. She opens her eyes, looking past the hand still held over her chest. Where is she?
She'd ask, but it comes out as a dry croak. The cotton dryness of her mouth registers afterward, bittersweet and unwelcome in its familiarity. What happened? )
Location: Initiative Hospital
Characters: Caesar S. & Collette
Summary: Collette wakes up three days post her last mission; Caesar's so ecstatic he's positively irritated.
Warnings: Teenage in-sensibilities?
( The last thing she recalled was the adrenaline that carried her through demorphing, and the sight of her hand elongating out of the fur of a coyote's paw. Those three days inbetween might as well not have existed but for how she felt less totally exhausted now than she did when she'd stumbled down off the Transport Pad with Gamora.
Awareness came to her slowly, along with the lights and niggling familiarity of the situation. Before thought can coalesce into coherence, a deeper thread of fright jolts through her stomach, leaving her nauseated and gasping as she startles herself fully awake, one hand jamming down against the hospital bed to no effect, fingers curling into the blanket, the other being forcibly pulled toward her face with the IV still attached.
Her eyes are wide and she's breathing too fast without speaking as she surveys what she finds: perfect human flesh. Just a palm of a hand, and five nails, as her finger curl inwards. She's fine.
Collette closes her eyes and breathes out, a sigh of relief and a lowering of heartrate as tracked on the machines for such things. She's herself. She opens her eyes, looking past the hand still held over her chest. Where is she?
She'd ask, but it comes out as a dry croak. The cotton dryness of her mouth registers afterward, bittersweet and unwelcome in its familiarity. What happened? )
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So she doesn't glance away. )
As long as I'm not mauled or bombs don't stop dropping, sure. You never know.
( The glass warps whatever of her lopsided smile she has. Safe but for the extremes of unseen fate. So safe enough! )
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Barring those, I think I might go lay down in a real bed for a few hours. Do you need anything else before I go?
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Sweet dreams, Caesar!