Aloy awoke with a start, head swimming as she jerked into consciousness. She had reached out to take a hand, answered the need to live. Where was she? She blinks against the gentle white light of the chamber she's in and reaches for her focus on instinct, trying to see what's going on around her. When she doesn't feel it, there's an instant of panic, then she feels the tube in her neck. Hissing under her breath, she tugs it free. It doesn't hurt but as soon as it's free...
Both hands clutch the sides of her head as world seems to crowd in on her. It's louder than the markets of Meridian, sound crashing down on her along with waves of emotions. Anxiety. Fear. Uncertainty. Joy. So much, like the wind smashing down trees. Thankfully the sound fades a little after a moment and she's left with an uncertain feeling. As she tries to leave the pod, she comes up short as she sees her things neatly piled and folded in a cubby. Hurriedly, she retrieves them. Focus. Clothing. Bow. Lance. The set of white clothes she leaves and wriggling free of the pod (or whatever it is), she clambers down the ladder onto the nesting deck.
Aloy looks around her in confusion, head buzzing with emotions that she knows aren't her own. She reaches up to touch her focus, activating it. It shows nothing--nothing useful, anyway. It can't seem to find a network to connect to or any information to display about her surroundings.
Anyone looking at her might just see a girl touch a hand to the side of her head and looking very, very confused. In fact, she's broadcasting her confusion in a loud, obnoxious manner.
"Where is this place?" That question is more for herself than anyone else, but someone else might overhear.
➳ day :039 the station
With her lance over her shoulder, Aloy is staring in wonderment at the station around her. She can feel people around her, the way they think, their emotions. It's so loud to her. How does she shut it off? She closes her eyes, trying to focus only on herself. The bright points of others emotions make it hard to do so.
"Be quiet." She murmurs it to herself more than to anyone else, but the feeling--the desire for calm, the confusion, the anger radiates out from her in waves.
"Be quiet!" Aloy grits her teeth. She can't think like this. She'd never known how much she enjoyed the peace and quiet of her own mind. Aloy misses the focus that came without the sudden background noise of what must be dozens of other minds. She crouches down, both hands clutching the sides of her head. She needs to focus. Needs to pare down the noise so she can think again.
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Aloy awoke with a start, head swimming as she jerked into consciousness. She had reached out to take a hand, answered the need to live. Where was she? She blinks against the gentle white light of the chamber she's in and reaches for her focus on instinct, trying to see what's going on around her. When she doesn't feel it, there's an instant of panic, then she feels the tube in her neck. Hissing under her breath, she tugs it free. It doesn't hurt but as soon as it's free...
Both hands clutch the sides of her head as world seems to crowd in on her. It's louder than the markets of Meridian, sound crashing down on her along with waves of emotions. Anxiety. Fear. Uncertainty. Joy. So much, like the wind smashing down trees. Thankfully the sound fades a little after a moment and she's left with an uncertain feeling. As she tries to leave the pod, she comes up short as she sees her things neatly piled and folded in a cubby. Hurriedly, she retrieves them. Focus. Clothing. Bow. Lance. The set of white clothes she leaves and wriggling free of the pod (or whatever it is), she clambers down the ladder onto the nesting deck.
Aloy looks around her in confusion, head buzzing with emotions that she knows aren't her own. She reaches up to touch her focus, activating it. It shows nothing--nothing useful, anyway. It can't seem to find a network to connect to or any information to display about her surroundings.
Anyone looking at her might just see a girl touch a hand to the side of her head and looking very, very confused. In fact, she's broadcasting her confusion in a loud, obnoxious manner.
"Where is this place?" That question is more for herself than anyone else, but someone else might overhear.
➳ day :039 the station
With her lance over her shoulder, Aloy is staring in wonderment at the station around her. She can feel people around her, the way they think, their emotions. It's so loud to her. How does she shut it off? She closes her eyes, trying to focus only on herself. The bright points of others emotions make it hard to do so.
"Be quiet." She murmurs it to herself more than to anyone else, but the feeling--the desire for calm, the confusion, the anger radiates out from her in waves.
"Be quiet!" Aloy grits her teeth. She can't think like this. She'd never known how much she enjoyed the peace and quiet of her own mind. Aloy misses the focus that came without the sudden background noise of what must be dozens of other minds. She crouches down, both hands clutching the sides of her head. She needs to focus. Needs to pare down the noise so she can think again.
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