Felicity Smoak (inlikesmoak) wrote in lost_world, @ 2015-05-19 18:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, felicity smoak, ray palmer |
Not even overclocking's going to help us (Ray)
The blond hacker sat up quickly feeling very...a lot of things. Disoriented, warm, alone, naked, peaceful in that I just woke up from a very long sleep but now I'm a little concerned because I don't remember going to sleep and certainly not in a place like this kind of sleep. She looked around, noticing that she was indeed alone. Her room was not any room she'd ever stayed in, and she was in a crop top and bikini bottoms. That was different.
Felicity peeked into the collar of her top and relaxed a little to see she was wearing a mismatched top to the bottoms. Matched but didn't. Her brain worked on just how she got into this predicament, and each path it pursued led to a big fat nothing. How had this happened?
The last thing she remembered was going for food at Diggle's wedding. How she'd gotten here? Had they gotten so drunk that they'd chartered a private plane and went to the Bahamas? Wouldn't she remember some of that? Wouldn't Ray be here too? Unless she did something very stupid somehow.
She got out of bed, looked through everything she could open, and even tried a few things that didn't seem openable - that was a word. She checked the bathroom for drugs, for signs of another person along for the ride, for anything. When all she found were some flipflops and a scarf to wrap around her hips- other clothes similar to what she was wearing too, she put "shoes" and "skirt" and headed out.
"Do you..." She tried to stop someone who looked like they were working in the resort - their outfit looked a little uniformish. "Hey, well, see if you're getting three stars, mister."
She walked on and found a map with warnings. That wasn't good. A map that also said Business Center. That was what she needed. She walked quickly to it and stared. She'd seen these sort of computers before, but that had been in movies based on the beginning of the big tech boom. Maybe they were as old as she was, maybe a little younger.
"What the hellos?"