Disconnected (Evan)
There was a soft sigh as she stretched; something in her ached, and she rolled over to a new room, a new environment, and a note. She felt disconnected, and she wasn't ready to find out what new hell she'd woken up to. She ignored the sound of nature coming from a window; she ignored the smell of flora that beckoned further inspection. There was a world out there demanding to be known, and she ignored it all. She needed a bit of comfort before going out into a new and possibly harsh reality.
She settled into sleep, something she'd done many times before. The dream began, as it had many times before. The world felt like it was about to open up, so that she could descend to the space she truly belonged; only there came a large squack outside her window. Or some other noise that would not have happened had her window been closed.
She rolled over, covered her head, and tried again. There was that noise. Now she swore she could hear music. The more she tried to sleep, the harder she tried to find her way to the world of power and comfort, the further away it seemed. Finally she rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling.
"Very well." She grumped and sat up; she wasn't happy, and she'd try again later. Perhaps a sedative? No, she wasn't desperate. She could survive without the other place; she would be just fine. Setting her feet down on the floor as she sat up, she finally looked at the note, guessing it was some sort of welcome bit from whatever place they were staying. They did seem to be staying at a posh resort.
"You've got to be bloody joking!" Stasis! How long had they been in stasis! How could it have kept her out of the dreamworld! Had it before! There were many thoughts bouncing around in her skull, all questions with exclamation points on the end. She balled the note up into a ball, tossed it into the closest rubbish pin - actually making it - and found something that didn't show off more skin than she wanted to show off here in the waking world.
"Now, Niklas Wright, you find your men." She nodded at herself as she pulled her hair back, pausing only a moment at the hint of pointed ear. Simon and Evan had better be somewhere in this place, or there was going to be a very unhappy librarian. She stepped out of her room in a sundress that was probably a little thinner than she'd normally wear, but didn't show off anything it shouldn't and a pair of wedge sandals. She could still dress very nicely even if it wasn't stockings and garters sort of weather.