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[sheps]

Who: Anne Boleyn ensorceler and Commander Shepard sheps
What: Waking up in a romantic space room! It's out of this world!
When: Valentine's Day.
Where: Room 504. In the bed.
Rating: G for guns involved. Oh shoot!

Sleep was hard. Sleep had always been hard. Back home, there was always that fear that voices would be calling out to her-- everyone she's lost.

She was surprised there was little of that here. Sure, there was a form she vaguely remembered, a vision in blue, but surely that was a fleeting thought from her subconscious allowing random images to fill her mind, right?

Shepard felt herself shifting in her sleep. The sleep here was deceptively pleasant. There was warmth, a fleeting memory from days long past. It was such a pity it had been ages since she'd had company with her.

Such was the life of a military hero. She would suck in a breath, something willing her to wake up. Fine. A sigh would be heard, moving slowly from her lips, and eyes would slowly open...

to look down the barrel of a gun.

Well, at least that wasn't new.

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[ensorceler]

As of recent, Anne had taken no partners into her bed, so she is most certainly aware of the company the moment her eyes fly open, and it is not from a peaceful sleep. There had been fire again; men with masks; someone screaming that could have been her but the voice sounded closer to a young girl's.

So she awakens in a sweat, one hand already under the pillow that's hers and not hers, in a room that is also hers but not. But she doesn't first notice the strangeness of it, she only notices the strangeness of the person next to her sleeping so peacefully. Not one she immediately recognizes in her quiet fright, but they are not a small fragile woman in a shift, that's to be sure.

This handgun, a gift from a departed friend, is not one she has ever used on a person, but she knows how to turn off the safety, and how to steady for any kickback. Anne's gaze is nearly wild as she aims it at the person beside her, and it isn't until the woman's eyes open that there is recollection in Anne's own.

She doesn't lower the pistol. This may be a woman, but she is a warrior and so must not be dismissed. In her peripheral Anne can now see that this is not her room. It must be this person's, as she would never even imagine to decorate in such a fashion. This may not be the first time Anne has awoken in a new place, but to be thrown into bed with another is a different matter. Being kidnapped within a kidnapping is already laughable, though she doesn't smile.

"Do not attempt to reach for any weapon. I am aware of how to use this. Do you know why I am here?"

Of course, the simple logic that Anne's gun would not be under the pillow if this were not her room, simply doesn't occur to her yet. Perhaps in a minute. She still sees fire and dogs and His Majesty's face while trying to keep herself firm and steady and show no fear to a woman who is more fit and masculine than she.

[sheps]

Okay. That... was interesting.

"Easy."

Shepard makes no indication of doing anything other than propping herself on her elbows, slowly, steadily, as non-threateningly as possible. A part of her is confident with military training that she could force the gun from her hands, but her diplomatic side is far more willing to go with the situation as it is presented to her. Confrontation, if needed, was always better on non-threatening terms. This was a situation where no one would have to get hurt.

"I know just about as much as you do," Shepard pauses, eyes flicking to the right to scope the room out for but a moment. "In fact, I've never seen this room before in my life. I just woke up here."

Paradisa sure did like doing that.

[ensorceler]

As Shepard props up, Anne shifts backward, trying to back up on her knees without getting further tangled in the sheets, but it places her off balance, which only makes her panic slightly more. But all the woman does is talk, as requested, and Anne has a chance to also look properly around the room, just for a second.

Slowly, she begins to lower it, though does not push the safety back on. She instead stares down at it, the slow realization that it had been here seeming to occur to her. And this is not Shepard's gun, this is most certainly the one Kalinda had left for her.

"These are...not your chambers." She says it rather than asks, answering herself in one sentence.

[sheps]

"Not that I know of," She doesn't want to sound ignorant, but really, she had just woken up. Her tone is level, assuring, without a hint of irony. It's firm, however, just to get her point across. "I'm trying to play catch up with you since I literally opened my eyes about a minute ago."

Shepard doesn't bother to make any sudden movements even as Anne lowers the gun. She'd rather not take any chances, especially considering the fact that she sounded startled, if not confused, above all else. Better lighten the mood. "So, should I really come to expect waking up in random places that I've never seen before?"

[ensorceler]

Anne's lips twitch and purse as she looks back up to the woman, squinting at her as if she needs another moment to process that she's no (current) enemy, before clicking the safety back on. Then she's quick to slip her leg off the bed, having pushed far enough back anyway with it being a smaller bed than her normal one, to try and stand with as much dignity as a woman can in a sweat-soaked nightgown. She resist the urge to hug herself, as there is always a chill when first waking up like this, but it will pass momentarily.

She finally takes the appearance of the room in, but it's difficult in one proper sweep. It almost needs several takes, it's so busy. It's hard to believe this could be a room that at all belongs in the castle, but she had her gun under the pillow... Could that be because she had been sleeping with her hand on it? It must have been subconscious. If this is neither her room, nor this other woman's room, maybe they weren't in Paradisa at all. Maybe this was another place like Tokyo.

But she isn't about to try to leave while half naked to check, and she isn't about to ask Shepard to do so, either.

"We must find clothes and ascertain what is occurring. You ought to be grateful you did not awaken upon the cold ground in a jungle with monstrous beasts, or a godless country where none understand your tongue."

With that said, she reluctantly turns her back on Shepard so she can begin searching for something resembling a trunk or closet, so that she can hopefully find something resembling proper clothes. She says that Shepard should be grateful, but truthfully Anne is scared. What this mostly seems to resemble, though it is much more colorful, is that ship that sailed in the stars. The one that drove her mad. The one that would forever haunt her with fire and dogs.

But she must take her mind off things that only bring more sweat to the brow. She's still a damned queen, whatever anyone else says.

"I...apologize for awakening you so crudely. I believe I was still in a dream."

[sheps]

All these bright lights weren't even that much better. How did she sleep with all these going on? Her quarters were always pretty dim, save the aquarium and lights around what models she had collected. But really, there were more important things to dwell on.

Like being polite.

"I've found myself in worse situations," Shepard admitted, trying to sound as casual as possible. She didn't want to sound like she held it against her or anything! "With people who wanted to kill me far more than you probably would like to. So, yeah. No offense taken."

[ensorceler]

Oh, Anne has found herself in...worse situations, certainly. And if she is going to wake up somewhere strange in her nightgown, at least it isn't a tent in the dirt.

At least that's what she tries to tell herself when she finds a wardrobe full of clothes right out of a space age novel...which might help if she's ever read one, but no. Even on the Event Horizon, she couldn't recall any 'space suits', having been too delirious at the time of her rescue. These look to be nothing but spandex with a bunch of pointless accessories and accents, and she tosses them back in as soon as she finds them.

Worse than trousers.

"I most certainly have no wish to kill you, only to know why we have awoken together. And...here."

[sheps]

Shepard allows herself to glance Anne's way for a moment, but opts to not stare as she tries to find something other than a basic wifebeater and pants. Not that anything was wrong with her apparel as far as she was concerned, but she didn't want to make her new found roommate uncomfortable! She seemed very much upset, and while she herself was perturbed by all this, it was more confusing than anything.

"I wish I knew. I'm still relatively new here. I was under the impression the first time I woke up in a weird bedroom would have been my last." Then again, that's what she thought when she had been first brought back to life.