Waking up in The Wrong Place
Characters: Lirael and Mogget
When: January 19, afternoon
Where: Abax Hospital, the morgue.
What: First arrival, showing up together.
Open or Closed? Closed
Rating/Warnings: Snarky cat and scared girl. Not much else to worry about.
Lirael sat up with a start, coughing-- but there was nothing to cough up, despite her last memory being of... water. Of the river in Death. Blindly she reached for her bells, for her sword, for anything, but her wrist stump met a table at her side, and her fingers brushed only a paper covering over her chest.
Something else clattered to the floor when she touched the paper, something which had a moment before been clenched in her fingers, and she jumped, looking around wildly in confusion. The room was like nothing she'd ever seen: no Charter lights, no simple lamps, just squares of flickering light overhead and sterile tile and stone everywhere, flat tables littered about... she had no idea where she was, except it had a faint sense of Death to it.
Where in the name of the Charter is this? she thought, not quite daring to say anything out loud.
And when she spotted the familiar white shape on the table beside hers, she found herself speechless, anyway, mouth open and staring.
When: January 19, afternoon
Where: Abax Hospital, the morgue.
What: First arrival, showing up together.
Open or Closed? Closed
Rating/Warnings: Snarky cat and scared girl. Not much else to worry about.
Lirael sat up with a start, coughing-- but there was nothing to cough up, despite her last memory being of... water. Of the river in Death. Blindly she reached for her bells, for her sword, for anything, but her wrist stump met a table at her side, and her fingers brushed only a paper covering over her chest.
Something else clattered to the floor when she touched the paper, something which had a moment before been clenched in her fingers, and she jumped, looking around wildly in confusion. The room was like nothing she'd ever seen: no Charter lights, no simple lamps, just squares of flickering light overhead and sterile tile and stone everywhere, flat tables littered about... she had no idea where she was, except it had a faint sense of Death to it.
Where in the name of the Charter is this? she thought, not quite daring to say anything out loud.
And when she spotted the familiar white shape on the table beside hers, she found herself speechless, anyway, mouth open and staring.