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good_enoughA - Arrival/Heropa
[ Crowds. Noise. People. Open spaces ... Claire doesn't much like any of these things on a good day, and waking up in a strange room in a strange world instantly disqualifies this from being anything that could remotely be described as good. Any number of unpleasant scenarios whirl through her head. First and foremost, of course, being the possibility that she's simply been wiped and woken up again somewhere else...
She gulps in deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She's a slim, young woman in a doctor's coat, clutching a small bag close to her that rattles with the various medications and implements she brought with her. Most eye catching, however, is the set of scars bisecting her face several times over. No mistaking her for someone else with those.
Trying to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, ducks into a small coffee shop not far off the main drag. She's shaking by the time she gets here, fighting off what is surely an incipient panic attack. But when the shopowner spots her barcode and offers her a glass of tea, she wards it off with a sharp headshake. ]
I'm - I'm fine. Thank you. Please go away.
[ Let her have some peace in her own head. Something is buzzing there, something painful and new and awake. ]
B - Lost
[ And then, eventually, Claire must leave whatever sanctuary she's found in the shops to actually navigate to her assigned housing. Somewhere quieter, she hopes, and not so many people. The trouble is getting there. She's instantly turned around trying to navigate, and her agoraphobia makes wandering a hopeless challenge. In the end she decides to wrestle with the lesser of two evils: talking to people. Her voice wavers slightly as she approaches. ]
Does this street actually exist? I can't find the sign.
[ ... Claire's really not good with people. Nervous and sarcastic at the same time, coming out in a jumble. ]
[ Crowds. Noise. People. Open spaces ... Claire doesn't much like any of these things on a good day, and waking up in a strange room in a strange world instantly disqualifies this from being anything that could remotely be described as good. Any number of unpleasant scenarios whirl through her head. First and foremost, of course, being the possibility that she's simply been wiped and woken up again somewhere else...
She gulps in deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She's a slim, young woman in a doctor's coat, clutching a small bag close to her that rattles with the various medications and implements she brought with her. Most eye catching, however, is the set of scars bisecting her face several times over. No mistaking her for someone else with those.
Trying to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, ducks into a small coffee shop not far off the main drag. She's shaking by the time she gets here, fighting off what is surely an incipient panic attack. But when the shopowner spots her barcode and offers her a glass of tea, she wards it off with a sharp headshake. ]
I'm - I'm fine. Thank you. Please go away.
[ Let her have some peace in her own head. Something is buzzing there, something painful and new and awake. ]
B - Lost
[ And then, eventually, Claire must leave whatever sanctuary she's found in the shops to actually navigate to her assigned housing. Somewhere quieter, she hopes, and not so many people. The trouble is getting there. She's instantly turned around trying to navigate, and her agoraphobia makes wandering a hopeless challenge. In the end she decides to wrestle with the lesser of two evils: talking to people. Her voice wavers slightly as she approaches. ]
Does this street actually exist? I can't find the sign.
[ ... Claire's really not good with people. Nervous and sarcastic at the same time, coming out in a jumble. ]
