[of our own device]

Who: Seth, Finely, Lucien, Lina
When: 6:40ish
Where: one of the elevator cars

Any time at all spent doing nothing - just being lazy and trying not to deal with her current situation - made Lina feel restless. The absolute worst kind of restless, too, and one that physically affected her. It got to the point where she couldn't take it anymore, and if she wasn't trying to figure out how the hell to get out of here, she was still trying to keep busy. So she had decided to go to the gym. Nevermind the fact that she'd been there for two hours this morning, working out just made her feel better. She'd changed into her work-out clothes, went downstairs to grab a bottle of water, and headed back to the elevator. She didn't pay any attention to the other three who got on with her, just hit the two and waited. The doors slid closed, and Lina would have guessed they were damn near directly between floors when there was a boom and the elevator stopped dead. Things went dark and the car wobbled slightly, and Lina instinctively backed into the corner and readied herself for a drop.

It didn't come. Nothing happened. The lights had gone out, the dimmest of red lights popping on instead. The car didn't move. The world seemed deathly silent without the hum of electricity. Lina sighed heavily and looked up at the ceiling. "Ah, fuck."

Who: Lina and Charlie
Where: Ignite Bar
When: late evening, around 9pm

( No, I think it looked a little better on me )

Who: Lina and open!
When: Mid-late morning
Where: Outside, near the boundary

Despite indeed drinking herself stupid the previous night and waking up with a hangover from hell, Lina actually felt steadier. Thinking about her situation still occasionally brought up bouts of nausea, but they were short-lived and easily ignored next to the hangover itself. And now that she felt she could start to deal with whatever the hell was going on, she was determined to do exactly that, no matter how crappy she felt. At least the effects of last night's drinking were a familiar sort of discomfort.

Feeling it was the best place to start, Lina went investigating outside. She'd asked someone - a maintenance worker, she thought - how to know when she was getting close to the 'danger zone.' He had laughed and told her she'd feel it long before she got there, but to look for white rocks and flowers. Sure enough, if she walked out far enough, eventually Lina came to brief patches where desert sands gave way to bits of green, and flowers she had no name for. She would occasionally walk too close and feel waves of dizziness, or a general heavy sensation. Heavy eyes, heavy limbs, heavy heart... heavy everything. In those times she would scramble back, drink from her bottle of water, and wait for it to all pass. As long as she didn't press it and try to cross that invisible line, she could keep going.

The idea that there was a weak point in it somewhere was honestly laughable. If such a thing existed, someone would have found it by now. But Lina didn't have any other ideas, so she set out circling the hotel, testing the force every step of the way. She was halfway done when it all became too much, and she had to back off and plunk down on her butt in the grass. Lina breathed deeply and waited for it to pass again. Well, shit, she thought. She took another sip of water, already thinking she should have gone for a beer instead.

Who: Regan and Lina
When: Late morning
Where: Second floor, pearl wing hallway

When Lina woke up again she felt a little closer to normal, and she was told she could go back to her room. The security guard had offered to take her back to the main building in a golf cart, and for whatever reason Lina had gone into uncontrollable laughter at the idea. It appeared that, for the time being at least, her brain had decided it was just not going to deal with a single damn thing. She would go back to her room, take a shower, go to the bar and get wasted. Really, this seemed like the only wise course of action right now. Any time she tried to think about her current situation with anything closer to actual depth, she felt like throwing up again. Shock to the system, they'd told her. Give it time.

'Kay. Drinks then.

When Lina stepped off the elevator onto the second floor, she felt a little less like death, but she was still quite the sight. She'd gone for her little run in a pair of ratty grey sweatpants and a black tank top, and wearing sneakers so old they were practically falling apart. Her hair was still limp and damp with sweat, and she'd thrown it back into a messy pony-tail. The expression on her face hinted that she was having something of a bad day, and when an all-too-chipper housekeeper offered her a smile Lina stopped and stared at the woman until the maid realized she suddenly had something much better to do in a different part of the hotel. Wise decision, that.

Who: Lina (+NPC)
When: morning
Where: Infirmary

( You shouldn't have been standing there. )