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Welcome home, Meisters.

Nov 16, 2008 20:50

Characters: Drake onyx_drake, Bastet felinemystique, Sniper naoscaire, P/Raise subject_e0057, Gundam codename_potato (GOOD GOD)
Date/Time: Evening, November 16
Location: The Wilderness (CAESARS PALACE BABY)
Rating: At least PG-13
Summary: Three Meisters went ZOT in Adstringendum. Three Meisters rehatch. Two significant others are going to give them one hell of a lecture.

( The blonde waitresses take their trays/They spin around and then they cross the floor )

~gundam 00: setsuna (gundam), ~gundam 00: lockon (sniper), *birthday, ~gundam 00: h/allelujah (p/raise), ~naruto: sasuke (drake), bleach: yoruichi (bastet)

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codename_potato November 17 2008, 05:17:03 UTC

It was the same dream. He'd had the dream before. But this time he could put faces to voices, as he woke slowly, his mind fuzzy and the warmth around him too warm.

Too close. Stifling. Like he was trapped. He tried to move, figuring he'd trapped himself in the covers, and felt something like another body pinning him down, pressed against him.

He opened his eyes, alarmed. He hated being touched. He hated even more being held, or trapped. Squirming, he managed to move whoever was on top of him--around him? Was there more than one of them? Why was he trapped in bodies and darkness?

Was it another dream?

Regardless, he knew he was Gundam, and the longer he remained trapped with--with people touching him the more alarmed he got. He pushed hard against an arm, wiggled and bucked until something gave way and he, and the tangle of limbs and people he was a part of, oozed into light and he realized that he was hatching ( ... )

subject_e0057 November 17 2008, 05:33:53 UTC

His eyes snapped open quickly, prematurely as he was shoved, hitting a large warm object, the mismatched eyes were wide, wild, akin to a spooked animal as he fought against whatever was shoving him, only to be carried out into the cold air, covered in goo, as the liquid poured out of the cocoon. he hit the floor with a wet thud, the air escaping his lungs as he landed on another soft, wet, warm object.

He coughed violently, body spasming as he reached near panic.

"What the shit?" Praise was kind enough to vocalize his thoughts. He had yet to clear the goop from his eyes, his vision completely blurred. The new dream had left him feeling... what? Desolate? Enraged? Bitter? It was a cold feeling, almost painful in his chest ( ... )

naoscaire November 17 2008, 05:54:32 UTC

The dream didn't change this time.

Sniper was, however, confused as to why he was having the dream in the first place. What the hell had happened? One moment he was looking at Aurora -- wait, that was Aurora, wasn't it? The memory was really misty and the context was gone but he remembered the face -- and the next he's in a cocoon and getting...kicked?

What the shit?

He grunted as they all collapsed out onto the ground; he was pressed up against someone entirely inappropriately but hell if he could tell just who he was pressed up against. He was too busy trying to get the goop out of his eyes and NOT grope all over whoever he was on top of. This was incredibly awkward, or it would be if he could figure out what the hell was going on.

"What the hell?" he got out in between hacks and coughs. It was cold and he was piled on someone and what? He thought he recognized a grunt, but that was about all he recognized.

Honestly, this would have been easier if he'd just had an alarm clock instead of this wakeup call.

felinemystique November 17 2008, 06:04:44 UTC

Bastet walked through the casino floor with two containers of food from the buffet. She hadn't done anything all day but eat and pick up new clothes in the stores whenever she wasn't keeping Drake company (which she'd badly needed; the clothes she'd worn fighting the zombies were ruined). She was glad to hear he had any appetite at all, so when he'd said he was hungry earlier, she'd immediately gone to get him some food.

To be honest, she didn't expect Raise and Sniper back anytime soon, so she had no problem leaving the cocoons. Not to mention she wasn't one for sitting still that long anyway. It was much warmer in this place than it had been up in the tree, and since stealing dresses was less trouble than stealing outfits, she'd grabbed a few, picking one today with a pocket in front where Mugen rode, poking his head out on occasion. She was still recovering from the damage caused by learning about herself in the Wilderness, and her normal high ponytail made her headache worse; she'd gathered her hair low at her neck in two ( ... )

distant_dragon November 17 2008, 06:12:46 UTC

Drake wasn't taking any chances. He was sticking himself to the cocoons, because he refused to even remotely entertain the possibility that he might not be right there when Raise returned. He was, privately, terrified. He'd been around for people rehatching without their memories, and if that happened and Raise didn't remember him, well ( ... )