Ressurection [open to anyone]
Who: Kimiko and anyone who cares to visit her soon after she's been revived.
Where: Kim's room
When: Now, or, shortly after this
Rating: PG-13 for possible brief swearing
Kim's room was dim at the best of times, but now it was truly dark. The only light came from the small constellation of computer lights, charging cords and coffee-maker alarms, little red and green-yellow eyes peering like a forest of nocturnal eyes from beneath workbenches and clinging to walls. The windows, long since heavily curtained, cast a slim and faded glow in one corner, but it was slight and unobstrusive when compared to the stripe of white from under the door.
The brightest light in the room was Kimiko herself, sprawled over the bed in a loose tee and baggy pants with the all-green light from the plug instered into her back casting wane shadows over her body. Her prosthetic eye compensated for the dimness easily-- she was reading.
And waiting for the knock on the door.
The damn busybodies couldn't all be waiting for a comm entry.
Where: Kim's room
When: Now, or, shortly after this
Rating: PG-13 for possible brief swearing
Kim's room was dim at the best of times, but now it was truly dark. The only light came from the small constellation of computer lights, charging cords and coffee-maker alarms, little red and green-yellow eyes peering like a forest of nocturnal eyes from beneath workbenches and clinging to walls. The windows, long since heavily curtained, cast a slim and faded glow in one corner, but it was slight and unobstrusive when compared to the stripe of white from under the door.
The brightest light in the room was Kimiko herself, sprawled over the bed in a loose tee and baggy pants with the all-green light from the plug instered into her back casting wane shadows over her body. Her prosthetic eye compensated for the dimness easily-- she was reading.
And waiting for the knock on the door.
The damn busybodies couldn't all be waiting for a comm entry.