Who: Ariel and open Where: Her room, common area When: 8:40ish am What: The shitteth hath hitteth the fan... eth
Ariel's favorite mornings were the ones that started with a slow wake up where she could just laze about in bed for an hour or two until hunger chased her out of it. So when awareness began to creep back to her and bring with it the sensations of warmth and comfort, it was long-established habit for her to tuck the thick duvet under her chin, roll over, and attempt to go right back to sleep. For about two minutes, until slight, unfamiliar discomforts began to register - a tugging pain in her arm when she'd rolled, body aches, the unaccustomed sensation of being clothed while sleeping (something that usually didn't even happen unless she was blackout drunk, which wasn't often.) She fought to open her eyes, managing to get one in a sort of half-squint that really did nothing but make her look like a nearsighted pirate.
Once she managed two eyes mostly open, her confusion grew. While nice, the room she was in wasn't the bedroom she was used to sleeping in. And she didn't remember going home with anyone the night before. She struggled to sit up, using what felt like monumental effort to get up on one elbow before flopping back down to let the sudden spinning in her head subside. Finally, she sat up, pushing hair out of her face, but stopped mid-motion as she noticed three things - the hospital gown she was wearing, the IV in her arm, and the hospital bracelet. Subject? The fuck? Spotting the camera on the wall - okay, creepy - Ariel waved. "Hello? Someone want to come in and tell me what the fuck is going on?" Her voice was hoarse and it took a few tries to get any sound out, but she managed. This was no hospital, she knew that much, but she gave it a few minutes anyway. When no one came to give her answers or indeed, gave any indication that she'd been heard, she ran out of patience.
Ariel went for the box she'd spotted while waiting, but drew up short when the IV line ran out of slack. "Oh, you're fucking shitting me," she muttered to herself, glancing between her arm and the box. Gritting her teeth, she pulled carefully but quickly at the needle. A brief stab of pain and she was staggering her way toward the box with her right hand clamped over the bleeding injection site. The sight of her clothes in the box brought memory back swiftly - she'd been on her way back into the club after a job. Snatched right off the street behind the club, which meant... how long had it been? She glanced around, looking for a clock or calendar and finding nothing. All the same, she wanted out of the hospital gown so she changed back into the black button-down shirt that hung to mid-thigh and wished her pants had made the trip to whatever this place was with her.
Stumbling a bit on her way to the door, she paused there to steady herself before trying the knob. To her surprise, it worked, and she pulled the door open to reveal... more doors. She followed the hall to the right, seeing what looked like an open common area ahead, knocking on whatever doors she passed. "Hey!" she shouted, spotting a few other cameras as she walked. "Someone feel like getting out here and explaining to me what the fuck is going on?"