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[headthataway]

[Jim is waking up, finally. He'd gone up as the night wore on, and was laying out on a ledge just wide enough to hold him, and a good distance off the ground. He lifts his head groggily and starts to roll over before realizing where he is and clutching back on the wall.]

So. Not a dream. Good to know.

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[godeyes]

Not one bit, Jim.

[headthataway]

[Oh hey, that voice he definitely knows! Latea is pretty hot, despite the scar from whatever evidently caused her blindness.]

Morning, Sister. Sleep well?

[godeyes]

Well enough in such a place. How about you?

[headthataway]

I slept all right. Not too happy to still be here, though.

[godeyes]

That makes two of us. It should be easier to search for a way out in the daylight, I haven't seen any signs of those things we found last night.

[headthataway]

That's a good sign, at least.

[He rubs his face, yawning]

How long was I out?

[godeyes]

Hm... Maybe 5, 6 hours?

[headthataway]

That's not too bad.

[godeyes]

[She knew humans needed more sleep than that a night, but he did seem fine enough] Was the ledge comfortable?

[headthataway]

It worked. I might try a different approach next time, though. My back's killin' me.

[godeyes]

Try looking inside the building - a few of these places seem to be abandoned homes and still have beds in them.

[headthataway]

Good idea.

[godeyes]

They're a little dirty, but I'm sure it's better than that.

[headthataway]

Warm here, though. I get some sun.

[godeyes]

I think you'll make it without the extra sun.

[headthataway]

But I like sun!

[He peeks over the ledge, dangling an arm down. He looks rather like a cat.]