[It's a dream calculated to hurt.
She's looking over video feed posts in the little desk area she's made for herself when the other girls head towards the door. Surprised, she calls out to ask where they're going.
They barely look at her, barely even pause. The accusations come easily. 'We don't need you with us.' 'You don't mind anyway.' 'You're too weak. You should have just died with our world.' 'You can do what you really want: Study.'
Ami flinches before she can stop herself. This can't be true. She knows, absolutely, these aren't her friends' feelings. "That isn't true!" she pleads with them. "I want to be with you! I want to help you! This isn't right!"
As if she's angered them by her protests, the girls attack, lunging for Ami's throat, cold and precise, kicks and punches delivered without ceasing. She can't bring herself to fight back aggressively - surely they're only under some influence? - and she's knocked around easily despite her efforts to block and defend. She slams into one wall and then another, recoiling with the force of the blows, but she keeps her feet by force of will.
(ooc: all are very welcome, separate
senshi subthread is just for organization)