:/ 001 [ HOLO; CENTRAL BUILDING; ARRIVAL ]
Gaila likes lying in bed - studying or sleeping or watching a partner get dressed and blow her a kiss as they head out the door. But Gaila doesn't like lying in bed doing nothing.
Rest, the doctors say. She's had a week of rest. She's had a missed momentous occasion of rest - Jim Kirk's change-of-command ceremony, to be exact, which she would have loved to have glowered at (or tried to; she can't help but be a little proud of him, not for saving the planet but for passing the Maru and using her to do so, a thought process even she isn't very comfortable with). And in that week, she's sure she's had sufficient passes of the bone knitter to her leg, and clean recycled Medical air in her poisoned lungs, and surely enough humming swipes of the dermal renegerator and general lack of activity for all her bruises to have paled on her green skin and her cuts to have healed to slivery little lines that will be gone completely in a few days.
Gaila feels fine - good, almost. But Terrans fuss, especially those that have never been off-world and think every little fracture means the universe is about to end. Even if it does, now they've got Captain Kirk for that, haven't they?
Which is who she's on her way to find. It's hard to go unnoticed when you look like she does, but Gaila knows how to sneak, and she especially knows how to escape. Starfleet Academy buildings happen to be equipped with a surplus of hallways and doors that are only too acquiescent to be ducked into. Once she gets onto the green, maybe her medical gown will attract some attention. She intends to find a pair of scrubs before that happens.
There's the soft tap of flat shoes around the corner, and a very conveniently located storage closet, so Gaila decides she will hide in that as she waits for them to pass. Her mind is half on the task of getting out of this damn place (the sterile, empty smell of which bores her to tears), and half on what she's going to do to Jim when she finds him. Maybe throttle him, maybe thank him. It all depends on him really.
Or it would.
Turns out, it's a big closet. There aren't any brooms, and it's very brightly lit. Doesn't look much like a closet at all, actually, and that's not terribly alarming. What is is the fact that it's not another hallway either, or an examination room, or anything of clearly Terran design. In fact, it looks alien, but in the "out-of-place" sense of the word - she could see it still being on Earth. She thinks it's still on Earth. Why shouldn't she?
No time to explore it though. She's got a mission. After staring for a brief moment, she turns back to the door to continue her mission. Door's not there.
"The door's not there," Gaila rather brightly narrates to no one but herself. "There door is not there," she repeats, as though this is a folly of the room it will soon correct in embarrassment.
It doesn't, and Gaila spins around again, looking for the door that has rather mischievously disappeared. "Where the fuck is the door?"
As one from her reality might suspect, Gaila has a particular aversion to finding herself in places she is not meant to be (when she's not trying to be there to satisfy curiosity or make a little trouble).
There's no one around to answer her question, so she goes for the next best thing: a tablet sitting on a pedestal which, upon being reached for, causes her to notice the bracelet on her wrist. Gaila doesn't like that. Gaila really doesn't like that. She pulls at it, and tears at it, and even bites at it, but it doesn't budge. Exasperated, lost, and angry, she actually winds up throwing the tablet at the nearest wall, rather than doing anything useful with it.
She runs her hands through her hair and breathes, trying to think about facts instead of feelings. She is not at the academy; someone took the academy, and someone took her door, which really means the academy and the door are right where she left them, and someone took her. There's heat and tension in her shoulders and neck, and a sick tiny knot winding itself in her stomach, but she ignores it and keeps going. Someone's seared a bracelet to her skin, although painlessly - whoever took her either cares about comfort or appearances. That's obvious from her new surroundings too.
Gaila looks about them again, and remembers the tablet when her eyes fall to it. That, she doesn't know about yet, but finding out can only help. Her tantrum doesn't appear to have damaged it, so she picks it up, finding it not unlike a PADD, but not similar enough for her liking. She doesn't use it to communicate immediately but, ever the engineer, instead takes catalogue of its features. She knows she ought to stick to its voice function, but can't help choosing holo instead, interested in what it might entail.
"This is Cadet - Ensign Gaila. If you're listening - and if you've kidnapped me - I'm a Federation citizen, okay?" She tries to measure her tone, but if they're going to blame her for being a pissed off abducted green girl, well, frankly, fuck them. "Which means I'm more trouble than I'm worth, so just give me back my damn door, and I'll go through it, and we'll forget this whole thing ever happened."
Minus the part where she gives the most detailed explanation she can to Temporal Investigations. Not like it matters. Gaila's not overly hopeful for a response, positive or negative. She's already heading toward the door that's not hers. If her abductors are not here for her now, they could very well be coming, and she doesn't want to standing around, waiting to be carted off to her cell when they arrive. And if that disappoints them, then they're twelve years too late.
[ ooc | as mentioned in my ooc post, backdated to just a few hours before the doctor's trial. ♥ ]
Rest, the doctors say. She's had a week of rest. She's had a missed momentous occasion of rest - Jim Kirk's change-of-command ceremony, to be exact, which she would have loved to have glowered at (or tried to; she can't help but be a little proud of him, not for saving the planet but for passing the Maru and using her to do so, a thought process even she isn't very comfortable with). And in that week, she's sure she's had sufficient passes of the bone knitter to her leg, and clean recycled Medical air in her poisoned lungs, and surely enough humming swipes of the dermal renegerator and general lack of activity for all her bruises to have paled on her green skin and her cuts to have healed to slivery little lines that will be gone completely in a few days.
Gaila feels fine - good, almost. But Terrans fuss, especially those that have never been off-world and think every little fracture means the universe is about to end. Even if it does, now they've got Captain Kirk for that, haven't they?
Which is who she's on her way to find. It's hard to go unnoticed when you look like she does, but Gaila knows how to sneak, and she especially knows how to escape. Starfleet Academy buildings happen to be equipped with a surplus of hallways and doors that are only too acquiescent to be ducked into. Once she gets onto the green, maybe her medical gown will attract some attention. She intends to find a pair of scrubs before that happens.
There's the soft tap of flat shoes around the corner, and a very conveniently located storage closet, so Gaila decides she will hide in that as she waits for them to pass. Her mind is half on the task of getting out of this damn place (the sterile, empty smell of which bores her to tears), and half on what she's going to do to Jim when she finds him. Maybe throttle him, maybe thank him. It all depends on him really.
Or it would.
Turns out, it's a big closet. There aren't any brooms, and it's very brightly lit. Doesn't look much like a closet at all, actually, and that's not terribly alarming. What is is the fact that it's not another hallway either, or an examination room, or anything of clearly Terran design. In fact, it looks alien, but in the "out-of-place" sense of the word - she could see it still being on Earth. She thinks it's still on Earth. Why shouldn't she?
No time to explore it though. She's got a mission. After staring for a brief moment, she turns back to the door to continue her mission. Door's not there.
"The door's not there," Gaila rather brightly narrates to no one but herself. "There door is not there," she repeats, as though this is a folly of the room it will soon correct in embarrassment.
It doesn't, and Gaila spins around again, looking for the door that has rather mischievously disappeared. "Where the fuck is the door?"
As one from her reality might suspect, Gaila has a particular aversion to finding herself in places she is not meant to be (when she's not trying to be there to satisfy curiosity or make a little trouble).
There's no one around to answer her question, so she goes for the next best thing: a tablet sitting on a pedestal which, upon being reached for, causes her to notice the bracelet on her wrist. Gaila doesn't like that. Gaila really doesn't like that. She pulls at it, and tears at it, and even bites at it, but it doesn't budge. Exasperated, lost, and angry, she actually winds up throwing the tablet at the nearest wall, rather than doing anything useful with it.
She runs her hands through her hair and breathes, trying to think about facts instead of feelings. She is not at the academy; someone took the academy, and someone took her door, which really means the academy and the door are right where she left them, and someone took her. There's heat and tension in her shoulders and neck, and a sick tiny knot winding itself in her stomach, but she ignores it and keeps going. Someone's seared a bracelet to her skin, although painlessly - whoever took her either cares about comfort or appearances. That's obvious from her new surroundings too.
Gaila looks about them again, and remembers the tablet when her eyes fall to it. That, she doesn't know about yet, but finding out can only help. Her tantrum doesn't appear to have damaged it, so she picks it up, finding it not unlike a PADD, but not similar enough for her liking. She doesn't use it to communicate immediately but, ever the engineer, instead takes catalogue of its features. She knows she ought to stick to its voice function, but can't help choosing holo instead, interested in what it might entail.
"This is Cadet - Ensign Gaila. If you're listening - and if you've kidnapped me - I'm a Federation citizen, okay?" She tries to measure her tone, but if they're going to blame her for being a pissed off abducted green girl, well, frankly, fuck them. "Which means I'm more trouble than I'm worth, so just give me back my damn door, and I'll go through it, and we'll forget this whole thing ever happened."
Minus the part where she gives the most detailed explanation she can to Temporal Investigations. Not like it matters. Gaila's not overly hopeful for a response, positive or negative. She's already heading toward the door that's not hers. If her abductors are not here for her now, they could very well be coming, and she doesn't want to standing around, waiting to be carted off to her cell when they arrive. And if that disappoints them, then they're twelve years too late.
[ ooc | as mentioned in my ooc post, backdated to just a few hours before the doctor's trial. ♥ ]