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[When Sol went to sleep the night before, the last thing she expected was to wake up in the middle of this flowery shithole again.]
[Normally, her first order of business would be to change into something more suitable than the girly shift she's been left in. After all, that's how it was the first time she woke up in this place. Not this time, though. This time, she's still dressed in the white gown all newcomers awake in when she hauls back and punches the nearest available target-the trunk of a tree, as the case happens to be. (Which is probably for the best thing for her to take her anger out on, anyway, since that's something that will neither fight back nor get her in trouble for slamming her firsts into it until her knuckles are raw.)]
[She only half-realizes that she's speaking when she spits out,] Son of a bitch.
[It's not until a while later that she actually appears on the Vine. She's certainly not about to broadcast how angry and upset she is for everyone to see, so she waits until she's absolutely sure she can project a calm and indifferent expression before doing so. When she finally does, she merely cocks her head and thinks for a moment before speaking, not bothering with any sort of introduction, as is typical for her.]
...Who's still here?
[There's other things she wants to ask, like "How long have I been gone?" and "This place still an utter piece of shit?", but that can wait until she sees what kind of response she gets.]
[Normally, her first order of business would be to change into something more suitable than the girly shift she's been left in. After all, that's how it was the first time she woke up in this place. Not this time, though. This time, she's still dressed in the white gown all newcomers awake in when she hauls back and punches the nearest available target-the trunk of a tree, as the case happens to be. (Which is probably for the best thing for her to take her anger out on, anyway, since that's something that will neither fight back nor get her in trouble for slamming her firsts into it until her knuckles are raw.)]
[She only half-realizes that she's speaking when she spits out,] Son of a bitch.
[It's not until a while later that she actually appears on the Vine. She's certainly not about to broadcast how angry and upset she is for everyone to see, so she waits until she's absolutely sure she can project a calm and indifferent expression before doing so. When she finally does, she merely cocks her head and thinks for a moment before speaking, not bothering with any sort of introduction, as is typical for her.]
...Who's still here?
[There's other things she wants to ask, like "How long have I been gone?" and "This place still an utter piece of shit?", but that can wait until she sees what kind of response she gets.]