Nick(?) of Time [02]

[ghostshield]

He can distantly make out the figures around him through the haze of whatever it is they've injected into his bloodstream; they have the white coats and the equipment of doctors, for certain, but there's something off. Maybe it's the way they carry themselves, or the hushed manner in which they talk

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[bluebrainiac]

Amber gasps as the door is open, but she darts forward to grab the nearest weapon she can find. It turns out to be a scalpel, which she just clutches determinedly at. It feels almost right in her hand, almost useful. Almost.

But she's at a loss for how to fight these people if she needs to, so she just holds it up as threateningly as she can. "Alright! What's going on here?"

[ghostshield]

The figures stop what they're doing and turn towards Amber in unison. They confer for a bit in quiet tones. Then one moves towards her, one hand holding the knife at his side, the other held up. Reassuring, or something else? They sure don't look friendly.

She'd better react fast.

[bluebrainiac]

She holds the scalpel in front of her like a weapon, ready to strike at the slightest provocation. "What's going on? I want answers, now! Please."

[ghostshield]

The stranger doesn't respond; it's nearly upon her now. This one goes to sleep like the others; it'll be a quick matter of reprogramming and she won't even remember any of this existed.

Greg hears the voice, singular compared to the others. He sees the vague shape of one approaching her, arm extended. nows your chance dont let them put her to sleep

He musters some will through his addled mind, and... barks?

Well, it's an odd reaction, but it's a distraction, of sorts. The strangers turn to look at him as one; if he is waking up, they need to finish him off as soon as possible, but this new girl could also be a bother...