5 | [ location: the taxon mall / accidental visual ]
Katherine strolls along the aisles of the mall, disjointedly humming Happy birthday to you. She's not interested in browsing for clothes or shoes today, but neither does she want to sit in her hotel room and be restless. On a whim she finds herself in the home decor section, admiring ornately framed mirrors and silver candle holders until she comes across a display of tiny figurines made out of sparkling crystal. Carefully she picks up one resembling some kind of bird, turning it in her fingers pensively. It reminds her of something her mother used to have back in Bulgaria, and the thought brings a frown to her face. 536 years later and she still remembers the tiniest details of the woman who'd given birth to her, especially on this day.
That's when it hits her. Like flipping off a light switch, Katherine's awareness of her surroundings reduces dramatically, so violently that a wave of nausea washes through her and her muscles spasm, leaving her lightheaded and breathless. She doesn't notice her bag slipping off her shoulder and her tablet skittering across the floor, turning on and broadcasting the incident to the whole of Taxon.
Mental and physical equilibrium disturbed, Katherine crumples on the floor with an agonized cry. Dull pain radiates up her knees as they hit the ground hard, but the sudden and inexplicable loss of the sharp sensate consciousness that has been a constant for over 500 years is worse. Shakily, she sits up, belatedly registering the stinging of her right hand and realizes she's broken the crystal figurine to pieces during the fit. Hissing softly, she uncurls her fingers and shakes off the bits of crystal, staring at the few clear shards that have embedded into her palm. The crimson blood staining her palm feels warm and sticky against her skin and irritated, she picks off the shards, cringing at the burn. She doesn't answer the Extra that materialized from somewhere, calling her ma'am and asking if everything is alright. Katherine is staring at the cuts too intently, waiting, ice cold dread settling over her as the realization hits.
They're not healing.
She's not healing, she can't hear anything except her own breathing, she can't smell anything - her entire body feels foreign all of the sudden, weak and stripped of everything that has defined her for the past five centuries. How was this even possible? The annoying Extra is repeating more inquiries about her health, and Katherine finally looks up at the man.
"Go away," she demands, attempting to compel the Extra.
Nothing happens.
Suddenly, every instinct in her is clamoring for a flight. Run. Get out of here. Now. Clambering up less than gracefully and grabbing her bag, she mutters curse under her breath as she realizes the tablet is recording before turning it off and tossing it back into her bag. Pushing past the confused Extra, Katherine struggles not to break into run as she clutches her still bleeding hand into a tight fist despite the sting and tries to calm her ragged breathing.
[ ooc | so begins katherine's human glitch as detailed here! she'll be trying to get from the mall in central back to her hotel room in speares asap, so she'll be all intercept-able on the way for those who might possibly want to do so. tablet trolling is of course perfectly fine, too. ]
That's when it hits her. Like flipping off a light switch, Katherine's awareness of her surroundings reduces dramatically, so violently that a wave of nausea washes through her and her muscles spasm, leaving her lightheaded and breathless. She doesn't notice her bag slipping off her shoulder and her tablet skittering across the floor, turning on and broadcasting the incident to the whole of Taxon.
Mental and physical equilibrium disturbed, Katherine crumples on the floor with an agonized cry. Dull pain radiates up her knees as they hit the ground hard, but the sudden and inexplicable loss of the sharp sensate consciousness that has been a constant for over 500 years is worse. Shakily, she sits up, belatedly registering the stinging of her right hand and realizes she's broken the crystal figurine to pieces during the fit. Hissing softly, she uncurls her fingers and shakes off the bits of crystal, staring at the few clear shards that have embedded into her palm. The crimson blood staining her palm feels warm and sticky against her skin and irritated, she picks off the shards, cringing at the burn. She doesn't answer the Extra that materialized from somewhere, calling her ma'am and asking if everything is alright. Katherine is staring at the cuts too intently, waiting, ice cold dread settling over her as the realization hits.
They're not healing.
She's not healing, she can't hear anything except her own breathing, she can't smell anything - her entire body feels foreign all of the sudden, weak and stripped of everything that has defined her for the past five centuries. How was this even possible? The annoying Extra is repeating more inquiries about her health, and Katherine finally looks up at the man.
"Go away," she demands, attempting to compel the Extra.
Nothing happens.
Suddenly, every instinct in her is clamoring for a flight. Run. Get out of here. Now. Clambering up less than gracefully and grabbing her bag, she mutters curse under her breath as she realizes the tablet is recording before turning it off and tossing it back into her bag. Pushing past the confused Extra, Katherine struggles not to break into run as she clutches her still bleeding hand into a tight fist despite the sting and tries to calm her ragged breathing.
[ ooc | so begins katherine's human glitch as detailed here! she'll be trying to get from the mall in central back to her hotel room in speares asap, so she'll be all intercept-able on the way for those who might possibly want to do so. tablet trolling is of course perfectly fine, too. ]