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WHO: Neytiri (in Maxson’s body) & Roger (in Dirge’s body!)
WHAT: Neytiri just got flooded with Roger’s memories. Hysteria ensues.
WHERE: In the backyard of the hostel.
WHEN: Some time after this.
Neytiri had taken to sleeping outside, in the backyard of the hostel. The bed was too soft for her tastes - soft, like this human body. She wasn’t used to being fragile like this, so easily breakable and damaged. Her bones were strong like the rest of the People, her skin was tough and she was made for a hard life. Rogers body wasn’t suited for her, and she felt awkward, out of place, and wrong.
Still, she managed as best she could, moving herself in the backyard as she tried to live as normal as possible for her while keeping Roger’s body safe and comfortable at the same time. It wasn’t as comfortable as her netted bedding on Pandora, but what she had built would do. She had told him she would build him one, and she had. It had taken some doing, and after a splinter or two, she’d finished it. Roger now had a very nice, quality hammock in his backyard and that was what Neytiri had been resting in for the past few days, and what she was laying in now as she stared upwards and wondered when this was going to be resolved.
It was when she was laying like this, thinking about home and Jake that the memories first hit her. At first they didn’t perturb her to much, she brushed it off with a sense of unease she was becoming familiar with.
But then they got worse.
Neytiri finds herself shrieking and twisting in her hammock, hands on her head as she tries to physically force them out. Eventually, she tumbles from her bed, hitting the ground with a thump where she continues her erratic emotional outburst, tears streaming down her face.
WHAT: Neytiri just got flooded with Roger’s memories. Hysteria ensues.
WHERE: In the backyard of the hostel.
WHEN: Some time after this.
Neytiri had taken to sleeping outside, in the backyard of the hostel. The bed was too soft for her tastes - soft, like this human body. She wasn’t used to being fragile like this, so easily breakable and damaged. Her bones were strong like the rest of the People, her skin was tough and she was made for a hard life. Rogers body wasn’t suited for her, and she felt awkward, out of place, and wrong.
Still, she managed as best she could, moving herself in the backyard as she tried to live as normal as possible for her while keeping Roger’s body safe and comfortable at the same time. It wasn’t as comfortable as her netted bedding on Pandora, but what she had built would do. She had told him she would build him one, and she had. It had taken some doing, and after a splinter or two, she’d finished it. Roger now had a very nice, quality hammock in his backyard and that was what Neytiri had been resting in for the past few days, and what she was laying in now as she stared upwards and wondered when this was going to be resolved.
It was when she was laying like this, thinking about home and Jake that the memories first hit her. At first they didn’t perturb her to much, she brushed it off with a sense of unease she was becoming familiar with.
But then they got worse.
Neytiri finds herself shrieking and twisting in her hammock, hands on her head as she tries to physically force them out. Eventually, she tumbles from her bed, hitting the ground with a thump where she continues her erratic emotional outburst, tears streaming down her face.