That Old Familiar Itch
*Samus stretched, gradually rousing out of her meditative trance. The fragrant grasses around her were as pleasant as the day she'd arrived, but today they provided an inexplicable note of dissatisfaction. Her meditation hadn't been quite as satisfying today, either. Some internal pressure had kept her from the deeper trance she sought.*
*Rising, she made her way back into the villa, looking around. It was the same place it had been yesterday, the same place it had been this morning when she went out. Nothing had moved, nothing had changed. Something was wrong.*
*She was quick to seize on that feeling, her pulse quickening, her eyes darting around the room. Her hand went to the nape of her neck, to the collapsible shock baton there, hidden by her hair. But there were no threats to find, her instincts told her, even as the feeling of wrongness persisted. She willed herself to relax, though even as she did her lips bent into a small, dissatisfied frown. Craving a second opinion, she sought Ali.*
Does something seem... off... to you, today?
*Rising, she made her way back into the villa, looking around. It was the same place it had been yesterday, the same place it had been this morning when she went out. Nothing had moved, nothing had changed. Something was wrong.*
*She was quick to seize on that feeling, her pulse quickening, her eyes darting around the room. Her hand went to the nape of her neck, to the collapsible shock baton there, hidden by her hair. But there were no threats to find, her instincts told her, even as the feeling of wrongness persisted. She willed herself to relax, though even as she did her lips bent into a small, dissatisfied frown. Craving a second opinion, she sought Ali.*
Does something seem... off... to you, today?