Conscious again...
((Open to everyone in the maze...))
The ground is....very soft? Nagi woke slowly, rubbing a hand over his eyes. His hand dropped to one side, and encountered the nylon surface of the sleeping bag, and then he remembered. That's right. Siberian came back with supplies. He looked around the interior of the spacious tent, still rubbing his fingers across the overly-large sleeping bag. He dimly remembered getting up to eat a couple of times....and something about a briefing. How long had he'd been out? *Lots* of supplies, thank God.
Schuldig was nowhere in evidence, but that wasn't unexpected. Nagi crawled out of the tent and straightened, grimacing as he felt his muscles creak. He'd definitely been sleeping a while. Scratching a hand through his hair, he pushed the overlong bangs out of his eyes--then sighed as they promptly fell right back over his face. "I need to do something about that..." he muttered to himself as he headed for the pile of supplies. Grabbing a rations pouch and an apple, he paced around the bags and boxes, looking at them with an assessing eye. Didn't Weiss say something about my computer being by the fountain? Might as well look at how well it was working while he still had the time.
The ground is....very soft? Nagi woke slowly, rubbing a hand over his eyes. His hand dropped to one side, and encountered the nylon surface of the sleeping bag, and then he remembered. That's right. Siberian came back with supplies. He looked around the interior of the spacious tent, still rubbing his fingers across the overly-large sleeping bag. He dimly remembered getting up to eat a couple of times....and something about a briefing. How long had he'd been out? *Lots* of supplies, thank God.
Schuldig was nowhere in evidence, but that wasn't unexpected. Nagi crawled out of the tent and straightened, grimacing as he felt his muscles creak. He'd definitely been sleeping a while. Scratching a hand through his hair, he pushed the overlong bangs out of his eyes--then sighed as they promptly fell right back over his face. "I need to do something about that..." he muttered to himself as he headed for the pile of supplies. Grabbing a rations pouch and an apple, he paced around the bags and boxes, looking at them with an assessing eye. Didn't Weiss say something about my computer being by the fountain? Might as well look at how well it was working while he still had the time.