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damned_institute2010-05-22 09:21 pm
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Night 49: Group Therapy Room 2
[Stumbling in from here.]
The knob turned and Sechs pushed the door open. As he exited through, the Replica bowed his head, expecting the thunderous weather outside to greet him with an instant downpour of rain. Instead, a brief sensation of falling startled Sechs before he felt his mind crash into an impossible set of new senses--
"Wha--?"
He didn't find himself within the soaking darkness of the recreational field, but instead he had somehow stumbled into a near pitch black room...?! Blinking almost comically, Sechs' vision scrambled to catch up with the new layer of darkness. The surprised android jerked his head around in every direction his neck would allow. His wolfish eyes nearly bulged as they took in the new room, but his brain was a few seconds late to catch up on all the new data. So far he could spot only a few chairs and tables about, nothing terribly interesting. Was this some kind of office? But weren't they going outside just a second ago?!
There didn't seem to be any danger in the small room either, but the Replica's brain was still reeling from the abrupt change of environment, sending his bewildered system into high alert. Once his senses got a firm enough grip on what just happened, Sechs could only determine that for some crazed reason, he had just ended up inside some room instead of the recreational field outside.
He could really have cared less for that particular conclusion.
"Alright!" Sechs snarled, his eyes still darting around for a more sensible answer. "What gives here?!"
Then a chilling thought came to mind. Shit! What if this was just the drug screwing around with him again?! Sechs couldn't see the usual living shadows swirling throughout his vision yet, but he could never be sure... Not moving from the spot, Sechs checked over his shoulder to see if Forte had ended up in the impossible room as well. It was the only way Sechs could think of to discern if this was all just in his head or something else...
"Forte...?"
The knob turned and Sechs pushed the door open. As he exited through, the Replica bowed his head, expecting the thunderous weather outside to greet him with an instant downpour of rain. Instead, a brief sensation of falling startled Sechs before he felt his mind crash into an impossible set of new senses--
"Wha--?"
He didn't find himself within the soaking darkness of the recreational field, but instead he had somehow stumbled into a near pitch black room...?! Blinking almost comically, Sechs' vision scrambled to catch up with the new layer of darkness. The surprised android jerked his head around in every direction his neck would allow. His wolfish eyes nearly bulged as they took in the new room, but his brain was a few seconds late to catch up on all the new data. So far he could spot only a few chairs and tables about, nothing terribly interesting. Was this some kind of office? But weren't they going outside just a second ago?!
There didn't seem to be any danger in the small room either, but the Replica's brain was still reeling from the abrupt change of environment, sending his bewildered system into high alert. Once his senses got a firm enough grip on what just happened, Sechs could only determine that for some crazed reason, he had just ended up inside some room instead of the recreational field outside.
He could really have cared less for that particular conclusion.
"Alright!" Sechs snarled, his eyes still darting around for a more sensible answer. "What gives here?!"
Then a chilling thought came to mind. Shit! What if this was just the drug screwing around with him again?! Sechs couldn't see the usual living shadows swirling throughout his vision yet, but he could never be sure... Not moving from the spot, Sechs checked over his shoulder to see if Forte had ended up in the impossible room as well. It was the only way Sechs could think of to discern if this was all just in his head or something else...
"Forte...?"
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Her nose ached, her head hurt, she felt dizzy and nauseous, and she was going to be stuck like this for the rest of the night. Maybe the following day too. This was a downer, but at least it was only her nose. Tifa had to keep reminding herself that she could still function, even if she was a bit on the woozy side. Plus she wasn't alone. Logan seemed to have a good head on his shoulders so she wasn't too worried. She was more worried about all of her supplies making it through the night.
Standing up was a surprising challenge though. It agitated her light head and stomach, forcing her to take a seat while she regained her equilibrium. "H'alright, let me try this again--Oh crap, hold on!" Light-headed or no, the brunette scrambled over to a corner behind the couch and put her head between her legs just in time for her to hurl back up her dinner. This was embarrassing. Tifa prided herself in being rather more professional than this, but it really couldn't be helped. Taking a few lungfuls of clean air, she coughed and threw up one last time.
Side-stepping toward the table of food so Logan couldn't see her red-eyed and nasty face, she grabbed a few napkins and cleaned herself off. "Oh..." Se almost forgot the apples. She grabbed three and turned around, looking anywhere but at her companion for the night. "Alright, now we can go..."
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He turned back when she joined him at the door and pulled it open for both of them. If whatever the hell was going on tonight didn't land them somewhere with ice, they could just keep moving until it did.
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