Who: Gen & Micha Where: An apartment close to the parks What: Waking up When: When the first people are waking up Rating: Low? Open: To Rachel’s and Lucy’s visits when they wake up Status: Short gdoc, complete
Gen opened her eyes to a red room. It was not the same dim light she awoke to every day. It was not her room. Panic ran through her body and ripped her eyes wide open. The room was smaller than her old bedroom. White walls were clad in a low red light. She could see chairs, clothes, a lamp. All were floating. She twirled around. The movement was odd. Wrong. No ground. No hold. She was in mid-air like the furniture.
Her panic began to grow. It spread like a disease aiming to suffocate her. This was it, wasn’t it? She was back in her time. They hadn’t been safe. They hadn’t won. She felt for her connection to Lucy and Rachel. She could not feel their minds and their presence. No, no, no!
“Hello?” she called out. But she was afraid of who would answer.
--- Micha came to consciousness gradually. The first fact that registered was she was floating. She’d often spent long stretches in her mer form so that sensation wasn’t unusual, especially as she could feel her tail stretching out past where her feet would normally end. It was when she realized she was dry and floating in her mer form that caused Micha to wake fully.
The sense of panic registered at the same time as the young woman’s voice calling out, and Micha opened her eyes. She looked about, and her eyes widened in surprise as she took in their surroundings. No wonder she’d felt like she was floating! The only question was why her body hadn’t changed to human.
Still, that was something to meditate on later. Right now there was a young woman who needed calming down. The fear was coming off her in waves so strong it was battering Micha’s shields. “Hello. Are you all right, young one? Is anything hurt or bleeding?”
She couldn’t see any visible injuries or sense pain from her, but it never hurt to check and it might calm her down by distracting her from the immediate situation for a few seconds.
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Gen saw the movement before she saw anything else. It made her body jerk with tension. She fumbled for her wand. But a voice cut through the panic. She whirled around and saw the face of a woman. A mermaid to be precise.
“Who are you?” Gen asked. She had not seen her before. So far she could not tell whether the woman was friend or foe. ---
Micha recognized Gen, but obviously the girl didn’t recognize her. Either they hadn’t been in the same timeline or they hadn’t interacted enough in this one to get through the panic.
“I’m Micha. Jedi Master Micha Delmare if we’re being formal, Genevieve Black. You don’t recognize me?” She’d taught all the younglings of that generation how to swim, though now that she remembered some of the adult versions had come from a timeline where they’d attacked the spire and failed. There probably hadn’t been much occasion for swimming lessons after that, judging from how the Man had thrown everything at them prior to the attack itself. ---
“I recognise the name…” She frowned at the other woman. But trust did not come with the recognition. This could still be a ruse. It could all be fake. The Jedi Master could turn into a monster any minute. “Where are we? I don’t know how we got here. I was in bed.”
Her eyes flickered over the details of the room. She counted three doors. Two opposite of her and one close to the kitchen. But she did not dare to take her eyes of the woman for too long.
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“And I was meditating in the temple, completely dry with legs instead of this.” Micha gestured toward the tail. And she was dressed for the water, at least for when she wasn’t wearing nothing at all, instead of the jedi tunics she’d been wearing before. A simple bikini top covered her breasts and a utility belt around her waist at the transition between skin and scales held her phone and lightsaber. “I honestly don’t know how we got here either, or where ‘here’ is. Though clearly there’s no gravity so I imagine we’re in space somewhere.”
It was a problem to be solved for sure, but how they were going to solve it she wasn’t sure. “It looks as if we’re in someone’s living quarters.” ---
Or he got to us, Gen thought bitterly. This time Genevieve took a closer look at her surroundings. It had most things she would expect in an apartment but it did not look like any apartment she had found on the island. There were no windows. This and the loss of gravity were the two things that unsettled her the most.
“We need to find out where we are and how to get back,” Gen said. She pushed herself away from the wall and towards the other side. For her, there was no point in lingering. An urge to get out of here overcame her. The quicker the better.