[ Cursing is about the greatest action Laurie can take. She suddenly becomes aware, and then she's falling. She's barely has time to realize that she's going to die (again!) when she hits the ground before... she doesn't. She opens her eyes, sucking in deep, shaky breaths, and she's sitting in a crater with her intact self and belongings.
She world comes back into focus slowly, the ringing in her ears clarified into the hum of a crowd. There are people standing over her, many filming on their phones as she pushes herself upright. There's snippets of exclamations and questions. Nobody offers her a hand up, but... Maybe that's understandable. She's just inflicted a lot more property damage that she ought to be way to squishy to inflict.
She groans and grumbles and gets to her feet, and-- These people are really intrusive. They aren't helping. She's confused, she's scared, she's irritated. Where is she? This isn't-- Dammit. God dammit. ]
Would you all just back off?
[ Some civilians gathered around the crater turn and leave hurriedly right away, some take their time, expressions turning slowly to anxiety before they back away and leave the immediate scene. A lighter dose of pheromones, but effective all the same.
Laurie climbs out of her stupid hole and starts down the street. Is this an isolated, freak situation or a Whole Thing? Better yet: ] Geez. Where even am I?
B. Power Restored
[ Laurie just barely restrains herself from a short, loud rage-scream (to be a little hyperbolic) when she suddenly blink into a new, new somewhere. She'd just spend the last little while wading through bad weather and worse overall situation, and-- She doesn't know what's going on, exactly, but she's drawn at least one reasonable conclusion... She hasn't made it to her own world. She'd been lied to, or she luck's just that/i> terrible.
She drops into the nearest chair, leaning forward to put her face in her hands (which doesn't help her running mascara situation). She holds this for a few seconds, huffs, and then starts digging around in her bag for a hair elastic.
As she's tugging her damp hair into a quick bun, she heaves a sigh and looks around at her fellow... imPorts? Transplants? Prisoners? She's looking for the familiar, not really registering the speech welcoming them to Wherever. Someone nearby gets: ] Hey. Can I ask you a question?
C. Diadem
[ Laurie's in room 404 of the Diadem. Fairly standard hotel setup. She's unsure whether they're being booked in pairs or single--there are two beds--but she's not worried about waiting around for the answer. She digs her spare set of clothes from her bag, grateful to incidentally have a second set of clothes, and enters the bathroom.
She's in there for a while. She showers, moisturizes, dries her hair, and redresses. When she emerges, she's not alone. Double-booked it is. ] Oh. Hey.
C. Hotel Bar
[ She only stays in her room briefly. Mostly, she's restless. Partially... Well, she might as well get any re-acclimating over with and take advantage of a free meal. So it's downstairs for dinner, and then afterwards...
Drinking. Obviously.
So sits Laurie Collins at the Diadem's bar, glass of wine in her hand and placid expression on her face. She's too tired, too jerked-around, to land on very solid feelings right now. ]
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Shit!
[ Cursing is about the greatest action Laurie can take. She suddenly becomes aware, and then she's falling. She's barely has time to realize that she's going to die (again!) when she hits the ground before... she doesn't. She opens her eyes, sucking in deep, shaky breaths, and she's sitting in a crater with her intact self and belongings.
She world comes back into focus slowly, the ringing in her ears clarified into the hum of a crowd. There are people standing over her, many filming on their phones as she pushes herself upright. There's snippets of exclamations and questions. Nobody offers her a hand up, but... Maybe that's understandable. She's just inflicted a lot more property damage that she ought to be way to squishy to inflict.
She groans and grumbles and gets to her feet, and-- These people are really intrusive. They aren't helping. She's confused, she's scared, she's irritated. Where is she? This isn't-- Dammit. God dammit. ]
Would you all just back off?
[ Some civilians gathered around the crater turn and leave hurriedly right away, some take their time, expressions turning slowly to anxiety before they back away and leave the immediate scene. A lighter dose of pheromones, but effective all the same.
Laurie climbs out of her stupid hole and starts down the street. Is this an isolated, freak situation or a Whole Thing? Better yet: ] Geez. Where even am I?
B. Power Restored
[ Laurie just barely restrains herself from a short, loud rage-scream (to be a little hyperbolic) when she suddenly blink into a new, new somewhere. She'd just spend the last little while wading through bad weather and worse overall situation, and-- She doesn't know what's going on, exactly, but she's drawn at least one reasonable conclusion... She hasn't made it to her own world. She'd been lied to, or she luck's just that/i> terrible.
She drops into the nearest chair, leaning forward to put her face in her hands (which doesn't help her running mascara situation). She holds this for a few seconds, huffs, and then starts digging around in her bag for a hair elastic.
As she's tugging her damp hair into a quick bun, she heaves a sigh and looks around at her fellow... imPorts? Transplants? Prisoners? She's looking for the familiar, not really registering the speech welcoming them to Wherever. Someone nearby gets: ] Hey. Can I ask you a question?
C. Diadem
[ Laurie's in room 404 of the Diadem. Fairly standard hotel setup. She's unsure whether they're being booked in pairs or single--there are two beds--but she's not worried about waiting around for the answer. She digs her spare set of clothes from her bag, grateful to incidentally have a second set of clothes, and enters the bathroom.
She's in there for a while. She showers, moisturizes, dries her hair, and redresses. When she emerges, she's not alone. Double-booked it is. ] Oh. Hey.
C. Hotel Bar
[ She only stays in her room briefly. Mostly, she's restless. Partially... Well, she might as well get any re-acclimating over with and take advantage of a free meal. So it's downstairs for dinner, and then afterwards...
Drinking. Obviously.
So sits Laurie Collins at the Diadem's bar, glass of wine in her hand and placid expression on her face. She's too tired, too jerked-around, to land on very solid feelings right now. ]