i. [awakening, islet 1] it's just another chain reaction / when you make the big mistake
[One morning, all of a sudden, she doesn't exactly come to consciousness.
Beau's native world doesn't have electricity, or AIs, or anything more technologically advanced than a flintlock pistol- it makes it hard to describe the sudden on from off, like a switch flicking. If she had to find the words for it, it's like the crack of a punch, the snap moment from nothing to pain. But this doesn't hurt. It actually feels... mostly like nothing.
She sits up from her bed in a start, met not with the rustle of fabric of the feeling of her own skin but through a slightly metallic grind, a scrape of plastic on plastic that makes her instinctively look at her hands. Except they're not her hands, they're hands from a blue mechanized suit she doesn't understand. She's even-- stuck in it, it feels like? Can she--
No. It feels like her. The whole thing feels like her.]
What the fuck.
[She says it to no one in particular, but even her voice sounds filtered, and that's enough to cause her to go leaping out of bed and out onto islet 1, out of the new cottage half the Nein have moved into and over to the water so she can look at herself... or well, not herself.
This time, she speaks much louder.]
WHAT THE FUCK!
ii. [later] i can take a beating like a good pair of headphones
[Alright, so there are perks to this. She doesn't feel hunger, or fatigue- there's no need to pause to eat and no sweat on her brow. Even if this body isn't hers and the muscles don't have the exact memory of her arms and legs, she still has a certain amount of movement and finesse so she's not without a way to defend herself. It's still weird, though. Still damn weird, frankly.
But as far as she figures, this is an opportunity to do something she doesn't usually get to do. It's like a polymorph- possibly inconvenient, but temporary. Time to take this body for a spin. Which is why she's running around Enso, finding the tallest thing she can climb, and then jumping off it to roll to the floor in a mess of scraping plastic and metal. She gets up just fine though, her voice in a laugh coming through filtered with a speaker loud and clear.]
Okay, okay, I can admit-- that's fucking great.
[Beau pulls herself to her feet, a little muttering under her breath to herself, though anyone nearby who saw-- or heard-- that stunt can probably hear it as they approach.]
None of it looks broken. It's probably fine.
iii. [wildcard] and you laugh till you're out, out of breath, cpr, mouth to mouth
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beau | ota | will match format!
[One morning, all of a sudden, she doesn't exactly come to consciousness.
Beau's native world doesn't have electricity, or AIs, or anything more technologically advanced than a flintlock pistol- it makes it hard to describe the sudden on from off, like a switch flicking. If she had to find the words for it, it's like the crack of a punch, the snap moment from nothing to pain. But this doesn't hurt. It actually feels... mostly like nothing.
She sits up from her bed in a start, met not with the rustle of fabric of the feeling of her own skin but through a slightly metallic grind, a scrape of plastic on plastic that makes her instinctively look at her hands. Except they're not her hands, they're hands from a blue mechanized suit she doesn't understand. She's even-- stuck in it, it feels like? Can she--
No. It feels like her. The whole thing feels like her.]
What the fuck.
[She says it to no one in particular, but even her voice sounds filtered, and that's enough to cause her to go leaping out of bed and out onto islet 1, out of the new cottage half the Nein have moved into and over to the water so she can look at herself... or well, not herself.
This time, she speaks much louder.]
WHAT THE FUCK!
ii. [later] i can take a beating like a good pair of headphones
[Alright, so there are perks to this. She doesn't feel hunger, or fatigue- there's no need to pause to eat and no sweat on her brow. Even if this body isn't hers and the muscles don't have the exact memory of her arms and legs, she still has a certain amount of movement and finesse so she's not without a way to defend herself. It's still weird, though. Still damn weird, frankly.
But as far as she figures, this is an opportunity to do something she doesn't usually get to do. It's like a polymorph- possibly inconvenient, but temporary. Time to take this body for a spin. Which is why she's running around Enso, finding the tallest thing she can climb, and then jumping off it to roll to the floor in a mess of scraping plastic and metal. She gets up just fine though, her voice in a laugh coming through filtered with a speaker loud and clear.]
Okay, okay, I can admit-- that's fucking great.
[Beau pulls herself to her feet, a little muttering under her breath to herself, though anyone nearby who saw-- or heard-- that stunt can probably hear it as they approach.]
None of it looks broken. It's probably fine.
iii. [wildcard] and you laugh till you're out, out of breath, cpr, mouth to mouth
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