Fifth floor common room, Tuesday morning
Nadia hadn't so much slept last night. Or, rather, she hadn't slept so much. She had gotten in a little bit of sleep, but it was restless.
It was just enough sleep to remind her that she might have been able to see Sloane coming, if she paid attention to her dreams. So she was sitting on the floor between the kitchen counter and the table, where she could see the doors pretty easily, but she wouldn't be spotted right away, with her laptop, typing up every bit of dream she could remember from the last few weeks.
There wasn't much.
The unidentifiable yet familiar silohuette holding up a gun was obviously Sloane. The gun might not be literal, though. She both hoped it was and hoped it wasn't. A gun from him would give her reason to kill him.
The other image that kept popping up in her head really terrified her though. She couldn't remember much of it, or when she'd dreamed it up, but it was a series of mirrors surrounding her, none reflecting her image.
She'd learned about brainwashing techniques in her training. Mostly how to withstand them, but she knew that resisting it was a matter of continued focus and practice, and that beginning agents were more succeptable to it than more experienced ones.
Was that what Sloane planned? To make her forget who she was, become someone else? Someone who would join him?
She closed her laptop and set it to the side and hugged her knees.
[ooc: open for interaction, possible SP while I'm at work]
It was just enough sleep to remind her that she might have been able to see Sloane coming, if she paid attention to her dreams. So she was sitting on the floor between the kitchen counter and the table, where she could see the doors pretty easily, but she wouldn't be spotted right away, with her laptop, typing up every bit of dream she could remember from the last few weeks.
There wasn't much.
The unidentifiable yet familiar silohuette holding up a gun was obviously Sloane. The gun might not be literal, though. She both hoped it was and hoped it wasn't. A gun from him would give her reason to kill him.
The other image that kept popping up in her head really terrified her though. She couldn't remember much of it, or when she'd dreamed it up, but it was a series of mirrors surrounding her, none reflecting her image.
She'd learned about brainwashing techniques in her training. Mostly how to withstand them, but she knew that resisting it was a matter of continued focus and practice, and that beginning agents were more succeptable to it than more experienced ones.
Was that what Sloane planned? To make her forget who she was, become someone else? Someone who would join him?
She closed her laptop and set it to the side and hugged her knees.
[ooc: open for interaction, possible SP while I'm at work]