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sojournerdeep2016-09-22 07:07 am
[Location - Arrival Plaza] [Open] New Blood
The smell of blood surrounds Brier as she regains consciousness in a strange room. Everything is sticky, her head hurts and it takes her a moment to realize that other parts of her should hurt as well. She opens her eyes and looks down, through the rip in the shoulder of her shirt and jacket, but where there was a wound before she passed out, now there is none. Exploration of her gut yields the same conclusion. Nothing there but a scar.
She scans the room and notes the lack of windows and doors. Fear stirs her stomach - and then she hears the voice, welcoming her.
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Brier slides the comm unit into a pocket, though she still doesn’t feel quite comfortable with the device and stands, heading for the door.
As Brier steps out, into the corridor, she rubs her hands on the legs of her uniform, trying to reduce the stickiness. It doesn’t help. Half to mostly dried blood is everywhere on her uniform jacket and the shirt, undergarments and skin underneath. It’s on her arms, her hands, and a small smear is on her head, where she put a hand to the pain there.
She lingers at the door for a moment, when she sees there are others outside, embarrassed by the state of herself. But it isn’t as if she can hide in the starkly decorated, windowless room forever. She steps outside and walks into the plaza, stareing at the surroundings with wide eyes.
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She offers it too him. "I am not sure I would ever be able to use it properly on my own. But being able to talk to it might help."
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Finch clears his throat. How does one express the significance, the usefulness, of instantaneous communication to someone who's never had it at their fingertips? Hmmn.
"If you should wind up hurt or lost," he says carefully, "you could use this to call someone else-- myself, or Norma, for instance. Even if just for a safeguard against, say, falling and wrenching your ankle, it's worth learning how to use, I'd think.
Finch takes the device, starting to maneuver through the screens with only a moment's orientation as to her item's particular interface.
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"Thank you. For your help." She sighs, leaning on her hand. "I'm very sorry, but I think I may need to go find a place to lie down. Mr. Finch. When you are finished."
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Fortunately, the interface is simple enough by Finch's standards. He elicits a few voice commands from Brier to calibrate things, but in short order he's passing the phone back to her, after explaining how to send out messages.
"Get some rest, alright, miss Brier?"
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