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The large park laid open, trees and shrubbery winding along stone pathways, each ending at the gleaming crystal statue crowning the wave pool in the middle, several alien extremities seeming to reach down and carress the water. The whole scene was serene, with families laying out on the grass to enjoy the day amongst the natural beauty of their surroundings, each at peace with themselves and their world.
Bria laid out sprawled beneath a large tree, with dark leaves and a wide base. At least two empty bottles say in her immediate proximity, with a couple more within crawling distance. Several injectors of various makes and legalities rocked with her heavy breathing, some still protruding from her, others fallen around. Slowly, her eyes moved behind their lids, and a hand came up to knock away the bodily intrusions.
"Blacked out again." She said to herself matter of factly, pushing several stray strands of bleached hair out of her face. Third time this week. A lazy look around confirmed her suspicions. This isn't the Wanderer. She began to sit up against her true wishes to just curl up and sleep on the ground. The grass made a softer bed than the one on her ship. But if the blackout was like her last, she could have been out for at least a day, which was not good for someone with an ever increasing sense of paranoia.
I've got some of my plates, she thought to herself as her eyes ran over her current attire. She had on most of her chest plating, as well as both gauntlets and both shin guards. All of her calf and forearm plates where missing, probably still on the ship, as well as most of her weaponry and helmet. Although she had apparently enough sense in her druged up state to bring her sidearm.
With several groans, Bria got herself up on two legs, leaning against the tree for support. For a moment, she thought about cleaning up the mess surrounding her, but the thought was banished for more pressing needs. Now, all Bria wanted was to know where she even was.
@Spud @Mr.BossMan
Bria laid out sprawled beneath a large tree, with dark leaves and a wide base. At least two empty bottles say in her immediate proximity, with a couple more within crawling distance. Several injectors of various makes and legalities rocked with her heavy breathing, some still protruding from her, others fallen around. Slowly, her eyes moved behind their lids, and a hand came up to knock away the bodily intrusions.
"Blacked out again." She said to herself matter of factly, pushing several stray strands of bleached hair out of her face. Third time this week. A lazy look around confirmed her suspicions. This isn't the Wanderer. She began to sit up against her true wishes to just curl up and sleep on the ground. The grass made a softer bed than the one on her ship. But if the blackout was like her last, she could have been out for at least a day, which was not good for someone with an ever increasing sense of paranoia.
I've got some of my plates, she thought to herself as her eyes ran over her current attire. She had on most of her chest plating, as well as both gauntlets and both shin guards. All of her calf and forearm plates where missing, probably still on the ship, as well as most of her weaponry and helmet. Although she had apparently enough sense in her druged up state to bring her sidearm.
With several groans, Bria got herself up on two legs, leaning against the tree for support. For a moment, she thought about cleaning up the mess surrounding her, but the thought was banished for more pressing needs. Now, all Bria wanted was to know where she even was.
@Spud @Mr.BossMan
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