[ it's fairly unsurprising that nicola's first assumption when she wakes up, held in place as if surrounded by viscous liquid, is that she's having a bad trip. some of the concoctions she tries are rough to say the least, and what kind of mad dealer-slash-scientist would she be if she didn't test her products on herself first? (a sensible one, is the answer to that one, but never mind that now). the point is, at first she just assumes it's some kind of sensatory hallucination. it wouldn't be the first time it's happened, and it certainly isn't the weirdest either. just as she's satisfied that this is clearly what's going on, the liquid starts to drain and a tube retracts from her throat. as nicola dry heaves her way through the extraction, she's unceremoniously dumped onto the floor-
except it's not the floor. it's a wall, and the whole room is on its side, and if this is a bad trip it's a crazy detailed one. she picks herself off and wipes the excess goop off of her decidedly undressed body, and turns just in time to hear another pod draining and another person choking around the breathing tube. she isn't alone. working in overtime, nic scans the room for something to cover herself. she finds a towel, quickly wraps it around herself, and she's already mustering every bit of self defensive magic she remembers (which, admittedly, isn't much) when a figure drops in front of her. she stares for a moment, confused, and then drops to his side as she grabs his hand to make sure he's okay. ]
( and there's far too many questions to ask )
except it's not the floor. it's a wall, and the whole room is on its side, and if this is a bad trip it's a crazy detailed one. she picks herself off and wipes the excess goop off of her decidedly undressed body, and turns just in time to hear another pod draining and another person choking around the breathing tube. she isn't alone. working in overtime, nic scans the room for something to cover herself. she finds a towel, quickly wraps it around herself, and she's already mustering every bit of self defensive magic she remembers (which, admittedly, isn't much) when a figure drops in front of her. she stares for a moment, confused, and then drops to his side as she grabs his hand to make sure he's okay. ]
Tris, what the fuck?
[ an apt way to say hello, really. ]