Nepeta: Wake.

[rogueofheart]

Who: Nepeta Leijon, Aradia Megido, Jane Crocker, Vriska Serket
What: It's never fun waking up after you've died.
When: Tonight
Where: The basement
Rating: Lots of talk of death. Lots of it.



New memories flooded to the front of Nepeta's mind at a pace she could hardly keep up with. It was as if they were all happening at once and yet still in sequential order.

She could see through the vent; the violent highblood had her moirail in his grasp and yet he did nothing to stop it. She heard herself choking back tears and anger and disgust, but mostly anger as every part of her defied Equius's last words to her. She saw herself leaping at Gamzee and felt his hand grab her wrist as he scarred his own face with her claws before discarding her like she was nothing.

She saw the club coming down upon her...

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[Nepeta's eyes open as she tries to escape what she can now remember from her timeline back home. Her heart is racing as she tries to sit up, but finds herself unable to freely move. Her head immediately hits upon glass, and in her panic, her hands begin to pound against the glass of the cryo-chamber she'd been kept in these past weeks. She wants out out out out out someone please get her out of here!

Something catches her eyes. Words appear in front of her rather politely as the chamber recognizes that its occupant is now awake. Escape? Yes, please get me out of here! she thinks as her fingers finally manage to press the button to open the glass. When she sits up, there's a large inhale of breath, as if it's the first time she's breathed in a very long time.

How did she wind up here in the first place? Her new memories of home are the most recent thing she can remember no matter how hard she tries. The only images appearing are that of her final moments and the horrible sights that accompanied that. She doesn't want to remember that. Perhaps she's better off not remembering anything.

She's still panting as she attempts to climb out of the cryo-tube, but she moves too quickly and suddenly the room around her is spinning. Her shaking hands do little to steady her, and she finds herself falling back into the tube in a heap. Nepeta finds herself with little strength to even hold herself up.

What in the world is happening? Her voice cracks as she calls out.]

Hello? Is anyone around? Please, I don't know what's going on...

Comments

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia doesn't let Vriska go, though, instead shifting her grip to the wrists, which she holds tight. With nails. :') ]

Vriska! Look at me.

[She's covered in dried blood and she looks like shit. The blood is one thing, that was already there, but Aradia had expected her to come bounding out of the pod ready to go. Yet here she is, stumbling around like she's still half-dead. She shakes her by the wrists, trying to get her at least slightly alert.]

Look at me! We all know you're not going anywhere.

[wagers]

[She's trembling. She doesn't even go so far as to look at her kismesis, but she remains stationary. You know. To an extent.]

Stop.

[And here comes the weak struggling.]

[cyan_maid]

Vriska, no-

[She didn't like that Aradia shook her, but what's done is done is done. Jane's hand comes to rest on Vriska' shoulder, and she tries to keep her still. You know. Without hurting her. Might need two hands for that in a second, Jane.]

Don't get up! Just focus, okay?

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia isn't about to let go, though. She wants to look Vriska in the eyes. What for, she isn't sure. It isn't like the movies, where you can tell sanity and madness just by staring a hole in somebody. But she has to know she's still in there.]

Vriska.

[rogueofheart]

[Nepeta brings a hand up to rub her eye and her temple. The commotion's a bit much for her, so she can only imagine what it feels like for Vriska who hasn't had a few moments to become aware of her surroundings. Smothering her isn't going to do anything, even if she'd told them to help her only moments ago.]

Give her some space. This feeling is awful, and she only just woke up.

[cyan_maid]

[Space? Space...is a thing Vriska might need?

Nepeta has more experience with this sort of thing than Jane does, and as such, Jane will back off. Slowly, because part of her still wants to hold her friend to keep her steady.]

O-Okay...

[wagers]

[She shakes briefly at her name being called. It takes her all of eight seconds, but she's briefly glancing at Aradia. Briefly.

Her eye, recently gouged-- well, as far as she is attempting to remember-- seems intact, though the cerulean spilling out from it still remains. She bares her fangs, inhaling deeply. She cannot help but look at the floor.

Damn it.

Did that all really happen?

How could she be so... Ugh. There goes the pain in her head again. FUCKING HEADACHE, THOUGH.

When she closes her eyes to try to alleviate the pain, she feels flashes. Sees them. The ship she died in. The terrible pictures, although blurry. The memories of dying. The memories of dying back home. The ghosts. The ghosts back home. Everything. Just...

It's all rushing through her mind and it's weighing down on her.]

Fucking hell...

[psych0p0mps]

[Even that glance helps, a little. Her eyes are both there, and they didn't look glazed over or anything. It's working, she's coming back to them. Albeit slowly.

Aradia relaxes her grip on Vriska's wrists slightly, enough so it's still firm but not painful. Nepeta might be right, Vriska needs to relax, but... she's already been out for over three weeks, another ten minutes won't kill her. She doesn't say anything for the moment, though. Jane and Nepeta can ask the nice questions; she'll ask the hard ones.]

[rogueofheart]

[Not that it'll do any good, Nepeta slowly starts to approach without getting too close. She isn't even within arm's reach when she stops, tilting her head to try and get a better look at Vriska's condition.]

It will let up a little bit in a few minutes. Do you wanna come sit down?

[cyan_maid]

[What does she do? Jane is completely at a loss, she wants to comfort someone...she'd say something, if she knew what to say. For now she stands and stares, a little nervous, a little confused.]