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| Howitzer | Oct 31 2010, 06:54 AM Post #1 | ||||
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They followed him down the basement hallway. Morgan stopped at random and tapped on a door with his knuckles. No response. He tried the handle, and found it open. The plate read ROOM 28. There were five beds in a semicircular layout. The one in the centre was marked out by its red sheets. That will be mine, he thought. Morgan dropped the pack he had brought with him onto the middle bed. He unzipped it and took his phone out from between his tarot deck and the hatchet. He tapped out a text to Grant, Veronica, Layla, and Nathaniel. ‘Basement room 28. I’ll wait for you.’ He put the phone back and was just lifting the bag into the bed’s storage locker when something dropped out of a side pocket. He made a grab for it, but missed. It was a card. It settled face-down on the floor, showing its intricate red backing. The demons pulled away from it, retreating against the walls. Morgan gave them a slow, pondering look, picked up the card, and turned it over. Death. Upside-down. He turned it over. The wrinkled, dog-eared card showed an armoured skeleton on horseback. It carried a black flag with some kind of white flower motif. Naked throngs surrounded the horse and thrust their arms toward it. The sun peered above a shattered city in the background. How did this get out of the deck? Morgan found his deck in his pack and shuffled to the thirteenth card. Death was already there. Its design was by a different artist, and the backing was blue, not red. The battered Death was from another deck. He sat down on the end of the bed and stared at the card. His brow furrowed. I’ve never seen this before. Where did it come from? And why, out of all the cards, is it this one? The blank spot in his memory loomed like a thunderhead. It was the only possibility, unless someone had planted it in his bag – and he’d kept his room locked whenever he wasn’t in it. Yeah. I must have found it during the gap. But that doesn’t solve the where, or the why… |
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| Lux | Oct 31 2010, 07:31 PM Post #2 | ||||
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Grant was punctual. He received the text and made his way to the room quite quickly. It helped that he had been in his dorm to begin with. It also helped that he had no difficulty moving quickly, even without rushing. He made his way there in his Spelunking outfit, which had added a bit of haste to his trip. He hadn't run into anyone he knew, but the glances from random students had been enough to bring back to the forefront of his mind how ridiculous his outfit looked. He made his way down to the room unmolested all the same. He wasn't wearing the mask, of course, but he had it in his bag, along with everything else. He walked in to find that he was the first person to arrive, after Morgan, of course. The boy appeared to be staring at a card while sitting in his bed. "That's interesting. Maybe he's never noticed his deck before." "Hey there." He said, with a smile. Grant made his way over and sat on the bed next to Morgan. He placed his bag down on the bed next to him, then turned and looked and Morgan. "What's up?" |
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| Howitzer | Oct 31 2010, 08:05 PM Post #3 | ||||
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Grant's entrance jerked Morgan out of his trance. "Oh, hey--" he began, looking up, but stopped dead when he saw what Grant was wearing. "Um." He found his manners and closed his hanging mouth. He put the mystery Death on top of the deck and the deck back into his bag. He zipped it up quickly, before Grant could see the hatchet inside. "Uh," Morgan began, finally finding the words, "Is that the spelunking uniform? I didn't know that there...was one." |
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| Heat | Nov 1 2010, 04:39 AM Post #4 | ||||
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Veronica hurried through the hall, glancing both ways like a thief infiltrating a compound as she moved. The activity might appear suspicious to the guards, but Veronica figured they were probably used to this kind of thing. She didn't care if they saw her, anyway. She was just still a little apprehensive about being seen by another student with her school swimsuit and a backpack on, stalking through the halls. Still, she supposed she'd take it before changing in the spelunking room if she could. And in the end, was there anything to be worried about? It's not like anyone would see anything they wouldn't if they just attended a swim meet. It was just the setting of it. Then again, that wasn't such a big issue. Having a nice conversation piece might be the perfect way to get into some interesting discussions... While Veronica occupied her mind with these things, she gradually found her way to the meeting spot. When she entered the room, she was instantly able to set her fears of her costume seeming outlandish to rest. "Jeez, Grant, just... Jeez. What's up with the new costume?" Veronica said, struggling to restrain a laugh as she talked. "Decided to bring along a little extra preparation this time?" Veronica lost her battle and let a bit of giggling slip through. Seeing a guy like Grant in a goofy getup like this was enough to help her forget about her own worries. Edited by Heat, Nov 1 2010, 04:42 AM.
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Name: Veronica Mackenzie Level: 5 [243/250 EXP] HP: 180 (150 + 30 from equipment) SP: 130 Arcana: Priestess Persona: Arke (Major) Yen: 6705 Items: Dis-Poison x2, Candy Corn x1, Candy Apple x1, Milk Chocolate Skull x3, Spy Suit x1, Spiked Plate x1 Weapon: Discus (30 Slashing) Armor: School Swimsuit (HP +30) Accessory: Silver Pocketwatch (+2 Magic) | |||||
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| Annoying Reaper | Nov 1 2010, 04:34 PM Post #5 | ||||
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The first night for spelunking, thought Nathaniel to himself. It wasn't exactly a meeting between friends at a local hangout in the dead of night, but it was close enough. Besides, he found out that if he ever wanted to stop being like a specter in the school he should start being more active. He was still in his school uniform, but he wore his hooded sweater over it with the hood on his head. In his pocket, he carried together with him a little lucky charm given to him by his eccentric guardian uncle: A uniquely carved Balisong, or rather, butterfly knife. He had learned a few tricks with the knife in his free time with his uncle. Personally he found the exercise to be a little relaxing. He pulled the knife out and flipped the handles and knife around, playing with it in a single hand as he pulled off various knifeplay tricks before returning the knife back into it's sheathed status after getting nervous looks from other students in the hallway. He doubled his movement to evade the stares from the other students. Room B28... B28... Nathan thought as he checked every dorm room hall before finally arriving to the room. Knocking two times on the door before entering the room... only to find the girl he met earlier today who worked with the newspaper in her swimsuit. "...w...wait... THAT'S your outfit for exploring the dream world...?" Nathaniel asked in a hushed tone. |
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| Asator | Nov 1 2010, 07:46 PM Post #6 | ||||
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28. Room...28. That was...rather far down the hall, but not quite at the end. Layla had wondered through most of the day just how many rooms there would be to choose from. She didn't think there could be all that many, since the equipment needed for such a thing had to be ridiculously expensive, so enough that a room 28 wouldn't be even remotely the end of it was far and away beyond her expectations. It was...rather impressive, actually. She stopped outside, double-checking to be sure she had everything she was planning on taking in. The fedora she had just acquired, of course, was supposed to help her in a fight...somehow. She wasn't quite sure what it did yet, and she doubted that a hat, an awesome hat though it may be, would enable her to punch better as the saleswoman had suggested. The other item she carried, meanwhile, was a souvenir from a trip to India: a replica vajra. Layla pulled it out and examined it for several seconds. The word attributed to the object meant both "thunderbolt" and "diamond", but the weapon itself was neither of these things. It certainly wasn't unbreakable, and more than her own safety she was worried about breaking the cheap imitation and being left without a weapon. Nonetheless, at the moment it was what she had. Shrugging, she approached the door to room B28, only to find it already open, and the four students she had met that morning already inside. "Oh...sorry, I'm not late, am I?" she asked. And what are you two wearing? she added mentally, eyeing Grant and Veronica and suppressing a giggle. Edited by Asator, Nov 2 2010, 02:27 AM.
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| Lux | Nov 2 2010, 03:00 AM Post #7 | ||||
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Grant could only have assumed this would happen. He may not have expected such a serious response, but he found himself needing to answer questions now. He did, however, note that not only did Morgan not answer his question, but he hastily put whatever card he was looking at away in his bag, and zipped it up quickly. "Maybe he's embarrassed about it?" Grant couldn't place what seemed so odd about this, but it was minor and obviously unimportant, so he didn't worry. "No, it's not," Grant answered quickly with a smile. "You see, uh, this may sound ridiculous but different clothes give you different advantages in the psyche. You can also win clothes in the psyche." He sort of trailed off, since someone else appeared to be coming. "Hello Veronica," Grant responded, as the girl proceeded to laugh at his costume. "Yeah, I felt like being a little more covered this time. I see you took the opposite approach." He gave her a playful smile to show he was joking. He couldn't help but more seriously wonder if this outfit would have been a bad idea in Catherine's psyche. "It doesn't make her any less cute, at least. And that couldn't have made it any easier for her" Grant thought, made mellow for a moment by the idea of what could have happened, and what had. "Oh, hey Nathanial." Grant added as the last person walked in. "Well, like I was telling Morgan, different clothes do different things in the Psyche. So Veronica's swimsuit may actually be giving her a competitive edge you won't have." He finished this sounding rhetorical and giving a shrug, mainly to defend Veronica. Layla entered, and surprisingly managed to be the only person in the room not to immediately laugh at Grant for his outfit. He silently sighed in relief and thanked her for it. She had just won a few points in his book. "Hey Layla. We're all just getting here too." With everyone here, Grant decided to give everyone a quick run down. "Ok, now that we're here, let me break this down for you quickly. You lie in the beds and fall asleep, either on your own, or with the help of the drugs the school provides." He glanced over emphasizing this fact, since he thought it was so exceptionally odd still. "Once you're asleep, you'll awake in Morgan's Psyche. With some weapon or something, probably. We should all be showing up, so try and find the others once you're in. Then from there, we should be able to proceed to take care of whatever it is that's infecting Morgan's mind." Grant slowed down a bit by the end, feeling slightly more self conscious talking about Morgan as a landscape. He considered explaining that it could be strange, but couldn't help but feel that that would only make Morgan feel more self conscious. He also couldn't help but leave out the shadows or the replica of Morgan that could appear, at least not until they were inside. "Are you all set, Morgan?" It was really up to the Host as to when they could begin, and Grant felt like it would be nice to give him a chance to share anything he felt the need to. He sat on his bed, prepared to nod off if the others were all ready. He didn't get much sleep, so he could only imagine it wouldn't be too hard. He watched the others, waiting for any response. |
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| Howitzer | Nov 2 2010, 03:53 AM Post #8 | ||||
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“Win clothes,” Morgan repeated. This entire concept was making less and less sense. The door opened. “Hi, Ver—“ Morgan began, but he came to halt yet again as he took in what she was wearing. He felt like he had been dropped into a Hallowe’en party without a costume of his own. He stared for longer than he should have, swallowed, looked away, and fiddled with the knot on his tie. Nathaniel and Layla entered not long after Veronica, giving him something else to focus on. He ducked his head at Layla’s question. “No, no, late at all.” Grant launched into an explanation of what would happen once they were all asleep. Morgan listened quietly, but his mind churned. Weapon? Infecting? How can this not be dangerous? “Yeah,” he said quickly as the sound of his name snapped him out of his thoughts. “I’m ready.” He took a deep breath during the pause that transpired. Everyone was looking at him. Even the demons, skulking behind the beds and against the walls, were turned toward him. He felt pinned, as if by a thousand spotlights. A last request sat in his chest like a jagged stone. “One more thing, though,” he said. “When we all wake up again…please tell me what you saw.” Well, I’m not taking that one back now, whether what they see is something I’m going to want to hear or not. He kicked off his shoes, loosened his tie, put his glasses on the bedside table, and lay back. The softness of the mattress was comforting. He pulled the bloody sheets up to his stomach. Falling asleep under pressure was something that he didn’t find difficult anymore. He closed his eyes and started relaxing his muscles from the feet up. Within five minutes, he was gone. |
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| Heat | Nov 2 2010, 06:51 AM Post #9 | ||||
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Veronica was taken aback at the fact that people had time to be amused at her outfit, considering what Grant was wearing. She wasn't any more pleased that Grant was referring to them as some sort of prizes to be earned in the psyche. "It's not like I'm wearing this because I want to," Veronica added, blushing a bit as she defended herself. "These kind of costumes always help in the psyche world! You guys will understand when you get some stuff of your own." "Well, Grant's given you guys the rundown, so I'll just add one thing. Remember that no matter what happens in there, you're basically able to exit unharmed, all right? So fight your hardest, and don't fret if you have to leave early." Veronica listened to Morgan's last request with a kind of bemused expression. "Don't worry, we will," she told him immediately, settling on a more reassuring smile. She'd decide whether to keep that promise or not later. She settled on a bed and pushed aside the curtains, removing her backpack before sitting down. She took her Frisbie out of her backpack and held it loosely in her left hand. She pulled up the sheets with her right. Morgan seemed to anticipate something peculiar in his head. Veronica's mind ran over this thought again and again until she finally dozed off. |
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| Annoying Reaper | Nov 2 2010, 08:49 AM Post #10 | ||||
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You... uh... win clothes? Not exactly taking in whatever Grant had said, Nathaniel supposed that he got the gist of it all... unique clothing equals to unique abilities or something. Deciding to not question anymore and instead finding it out for himself later on, he focused his attention next on the method of commencing the spelunking activity, which was essentially... just falling asleep. Since Morgan was going to be the host for Veronica, Grant, Layla and Nathaniel to enter, he wasn't going to be together with the pioneering party. Nathan figured that it wouldn't be hard to sleep, and he decided to not use the drugs provided. The words "Infecting" and "Weapon" were a little iffy for Nathaniel and made him worry slightly about the actual situation they were in, but nonetheless, he plopped himself on one of the empty beds, his body feeling the comfort on the soft mattress. He instinctively placed his hand into his pocket, onto the butterfly knife he carried for luck. A large amount of thoughts and worries entered Nathaniel's mind temporarily about the activity, but he pushed them aside, and closed his eyes. Slowly awaiting the first glimpse of the psyche world. |
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| Lux | Nov 3 2010, 11:40 PM Post #11 | ||||
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Grant was fairly satisfied then. Everyone seemed settled in, so he got to doing the same. He pulled the curtain around his bed, creating a bit of privacy. He then pulled on his mask and flipped his bag around as he laid himself down. He thought about what Morgan had said, and agreed to it. "For now. I'll try and bring it out as softly as possible, like I did for Catherine," he assumed. Once he was settled in, he tried to clear his mind, which he managed to do after a while. He found himself asleep before long. It didn't take much more than a comfortable bed and a promise that he'd sleep soundly to put him out. Edited by Lux, Nov 3 2010, 11:44 PM.
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| Asator | Nov 4 2010, 03:15 AM Post #12 | ||||
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Infecting, huh? That was quite the endearing way to put it. Like going into someone's body and fighting off viruses and diseases or something. It sounded like something out of a sci-fi movie. "Sounds like fun," she said. Layla withheld her thoughts about the idea of winning clothes in the psyche, as that was just a little too silly even for her. Hopefully it would make a little more sense should such a thing actually happen. In the meantime, she followed suit with everyone else and chose the last remaining bed to lie on, not bothering with the curtains. With everyone else going to be asleep as well, they probably weren't necessary except to give particularly self-conscious people peace of mind. Layla, however, was not one of these people. As she settled in and tried to relax, she rested her newly-acquired fedora against her head, and brought both hands up to grasp her vajra and hold it to her chest. From what Grant had said, people would be holding a weapon in the psyche world, which suggested to her that the replica would be at least a little bit more usable, if only for being made of better materials. At least, that's what she hoped he had meant. It wasn't most reassuring thought, but it nonetheless allowed her to relax to the point where within a few minutes she, too, was fast asleep. |
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| Howitzer | Aug 25 2011, 03:01 AM Post #13 | ||||
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Morgan snapped awake. He’d been dreaming of Andrea. ...Andrea. How the hell could he have possibly forgotten about Andrea? He had dreamed of his last day with her. It had been snowing all night, and the city had just gotten the salt down on the sidewalk. “Meet me on the bridge,” she’d told him on the phone that morning. “We’re going to try something.” How could he have possibly forgotten her? She’d been there on the bridge with something in her hand. She’d always liked to sculpt. She had made a little monster out of clay. It wasn’t completely accurate, but it had the beak. If he squinted, maybe taken his glasses off and looked at it, it was close enough. And then she stood up on the rail and threw it off the bridge. And then the wind came up... ...and she... ...fell.... Oh, God. That’s what was in those two months I couldn’t remember. It was Andrea. The shock of remembering was almost like losing her all over again. He felt a dampness in his eyes and heat in his face. He dragged the back of his hand across his forehead and rolled over to fumble for his glasses. He paused. The demons, so clear and sharp even as his lack of glasses made the rest of the world blurry, were shrinking back against the walls. Did something...scare them? What happened while I was asleep? While the others were in my head? As he thought that, Morgan saw the other four stirring in their beds. The expedition must have been over. Well, of course it was, seeing as he was awake. He pushed his glasses up his nose and sat up to await their report. |
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| Asator | Aug 25 2011, 03:14 AM Post #14 | ||||
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Huhwhat? What had just happened? They were on a bridge, and then there had been a strong wind and suddenly they were falling into blackness. And then Layla was in that golden land again. Only no one was there to meet her, even for the briefest of seconds. It was empty, and yet she knew there were people there. Were they just asleep? And then she was awake. The first thing she noticed was that her hands were incredibly sore. Once several seconds had passed and her mind had caught up, however, she realized that it was because she had been tightly gripping her vajra the entire time she was out. Loosening her grip, she let it fall to her side, and sat up. She groaned, rubbing her eyes until the room stopped being a big fuzzy blob when she looked at it. Then her eyes fell on Morgan. The real Morgan. "Oh, hello," she said casually. |
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| Howitzer | Aug 25 2011, 03:18 AM Post #15 | ||||
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He managed a smile. "Layla. You're awake. Did everyone get out all right?" The demons did not like the look of her one bit. The moment she moved her hands, they had scattered into the furthest corner from her, bunched up together like a mob of terrified shadows. He had never seen them do this before, but he didn't watch for more than a second before he turned his eyes back to Layla, in case she noticed him looking at nothing. |
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| Asator | Aug 25 2011, 03:43 AM Post #16 | ||||
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"Yeah. Just fine," Layla said. Now that she was sitting up, it became clearer than ever that they really had been asleep the whole time. Not only did she feel like she had just woken up, but she felt like she'd just woken up after sleeping badly. She stretched, trying to work some of the soreness out. This certainly wasn't going to be her preferred way of catching up on sleep. In the time she busied herself stretching, she completely missed Morgan looking around. "So, about what we saw," she started, figuring that there was no point avoiding the issue. Even so, she paused to give Morgan a chance to say anything he wanted to before launching into it. |
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| Howitzer | Aug 25 2011, 03:52 AM Post #17 | ||||
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Well, here it comes. He wasn't sure if he was going to like what he was about to hear. In fact, he was sure of it. There was no way they could have dove into his unconscious mind and explored its nooks and crannies without certain...topics showing up. Hell, they practically ran his life, both the demons and...the other memories. He bowed his head by a few degrees. "Go ahead. I'm ready as I'll ever be." |
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| Asator | Aug 25 2011, 04:01 AM Post #18 | ||||
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"Well, we ended up in a mausoleum of some sort," Layla began, launching right into it. She recounted their journey into Morgan's mind, not quite scene for scene but still answering honestly, as Morgan had asked. Though she glossed over the minor details, she did still mention the animated corpses, the rampaging killer at the stream, and the defiled cadavers in the meat closet at the end. Then, she paused, took a deep breath, and went to the heart of it. "When we came back to unlock the door, we were stopped by some demon-looking...things. There were nine of them I think, but their leader...he looked like you, only with glowing yellow eyes. And he said that they controlled you and influenced you to kill...among other things." |
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| Lux | Aug 26 2011, 01:32 AM Post #19 | ||||
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"Huh, that wasn't too bad." Grant thought as he came to. He kept still, his eyes closed. "Very interesting, though. How much clarifying information will Morgan give us?" As Grant continued wondering, he realized that people were speaking. He took a second to place the voices as Layla and Morgan, and listened for a bit. "Looks like we have no chance to play our cards close to our chests." Grant thought, as Layla explained just about everything. "I guess we'll just have to assume he is as innocent as Catherine." Grant thought about how innocent Catherine was. "Well maybe she's not a good example." He reconsidered. He sat up, opened his curtain, and decided to join in on the conversation. He had caught the description, at least, so he figured it was about Morgan's turn. There was another element that he decided he wanted information direct from the source about. "If we're playing all our cards now, we might as well figure everything out." "After we dealt with that, Layla opened the door, and there was a snowy bridge in a city. There was a girl on it, the one who had called to us before. A teenager, red jacket, black hair, holding something. She waved to us but we didn't really get to speak before waking up." Without adding any questions, Grant hoped the extra details would force Morgan to explain extra, as well. Grant just looked around at the others, and added a disinterested "Everyone else seems to be coming around, too." He figured someone should try consoling Morgan at some point. He wouldn't want to leave Morgan in a worse mental condition than he had entered in, due to guilt or embarrassment or something. That would be counterproductive. He didn't think interruptions were really that good for healing, though, so it could wait. Knowing a little more about what had happened last time, and being reminded about how common this all was might make him feel less terrible. Grant made a note to monitor Morgan's status throughout the rest of their time in this room. |
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| Heat | Aug 27 2011, 07:48 AM Post #20 | ||||
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Veronica had been awake since Layla had begun explaining the situation, but had continued pretending to sleep. She felt like she'd been cheated, so close to a juicy revelation about Morgan's past and suddenly torn away. Her still-waking mind was considering what was the best position to get more information from... Thinking about it, she imagined she was in a bad mood. She had been sweating (presumably some manifestation of the pain she'd felt in her dreams), and she felt like her attire would make that obvious. She hoped she didn't stink, but she didn't want to make the motions to check. Layla was already dishing out all of the information they'd worked so hard to obtain, and that made the trip to the psyche feel pointless... They probably were pointless. Anyway, they're definitely dangerous, Veronica's voice said inside her head. With them, it's definitely dangerous. Grudgingly admitting that she didn't have anything to gain from continuing her charade, Veronica straightened up and gave an award winning groggy bedhead performance. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up, not contributing any information and instead letting the others continue as they might. Still, she was keeping her faux-sleepy eyes on Morgan: seeing his reactions and any changes might give her further insight into exactly what effect the spelunking was having. |
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