Who: Cecilia and Evie When: Morning Where: Elevator who knows where
The first thought Evie had as she slowly awoke was not that whatever she was laying on was hard and cold and uncomfortable, nor that the air was stale; No, Evie's first thought was that Philippe wasn't curled up next to her, and wasn't that strange? Usually she woke up first. She sighed as she started to stretch in her near-awake state, her wrist smacking into the cool metal wall being enough to stir her consciousness, everything from the past nine days flooding back to her.
"Fuck," she breathed, blinking her eyes open slowly, not that it did much good. Wherever she was, it was very dark, with only a dim red light on the ceiling providing limited visibility in the small space. It was still enough to have her wincing, though, her mind and body feeling groggy. Squeezing her eyes shut, she lifted her hands to press her palms against her temples, trying to clear the fog in her head so she could figure out what the hell was going on here.
When she opened her eyes again, she could see a little better, and she finally noticed the curled-up form of another person in the opposite corner of the tiny metal room.
"Hey," she called out, her voice sounding just a little scratchy. "Are you okay?" she asked, shifting to reach over and nudge the other person gently, not sure if they were awake yet. The figure looked like a female, and she could make out blonde hair, but that was about it, and her mind wasn't quite working well enough yet to realize who she was trapped there with.