for handysparehand: A change of location...

[imnot_hisgirl]

Following this.When she woke up, she was surrounded by white. It was like waking from a dream in a cloud. Her body felt weightless, calm. She blinked and tried to focus. She was in a small, round room with bone-white walls and lying in a soft-fur bed as white as the rest of the room. Martha's dress had been replaced by a white tunic and skirt

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[handysparehand]

He rolled over, exhausted. He could feel light from somewhere, but he wasn't ready to wake up just yet. He heard low muffled voices, and he wished they'd go away.

"Ten more minutes," he mumbled, burying himself a little more in the bed he was in. It felt a bit different, and he wondered if he maybe he was in a hotel. He couldn't quite remember. He just wanted to keep sleeping.

Except the bed was made of....fur. That was unusual wasn't it? Who had beds made of fur. Not the sort of people he knew, he didn't think. There were a few strange - but no. No, there was a party, wasn't there, and a hole and falling, and oh god, was this what happened when you died. He couldn't be dead, because, well he just couldn't.

He sat up, the weightlessness frightening. That didn't seem like a good sign when someone was worried about being dead, nor was the whiteness of it all. Or the, oh god, was he wearing a toga? Why was he wearing a toga? This wasn't good.

His eyes bounced around the room, finally landing on Martha. Martha! "

[imnot_hisgirl]

Martha spun around. Next to her on the bed was Nameless, looking a bit ridiculous in the tunic that he'd been dressed in, but looking alive. She threw her arms around him in a tight hug.

"You're all right!" she said, holding onto him. "I thought we'd been separated or---"

She pulled away, shaking her head. "I feel...fuzzy. A bit off. Like waking up from a really deep sleep."

Or sedation, her mind supplied. She listed off the different sedatives that could cause this sort of disorientation mentally, then disregarded each and every one. She was on a different planet, maybe even a different plane. The things she knew were irrelevant.

"How do you feel?" she asked Nameless.

[handysparehand]

He let out an indelicate oof as Martha held onto him.

"Fuzzy is a good word for it."

He stood up on the bed when Martha pulled away, and stepped around her to look around their room.

"We're alive, I think. That's a plus. Would be even better if we had real proper clothing."

He picked up the bowl on the floor and sniffed it, then put it back down. He paced the room for a minute, everything still feeling fuzzy. He was trying to get back some sense of solidness, but it still felt much too hazy and dream like. He could make himself more aware, just moving and thinking, that would have to work, wouldn't it?

"I heard voices, was there anyone else here?"

[imnot_hisgirl]

"Whoever brought us here," Martha said. "Long, bony creatures. They looked transparent, like they were made out of glass."

She stood as well, running her hands along the smooth wall. It was a material unlike anything she'd seen before. Hard and smooth like marble, but organic like a leaf.

"I couldn't understand them," she admitted. "But they didn't seem to want to hurt us. Bandaged up my leg." She flashed him her knee as proof.