Who: Walt [Narrative] Where: His Room When: 8 a.m.
It felt odd. Like floating on the surface of water. His mind was aware of the weight of his body, but it was too heavy to move. Walt couldn't imagine that he had drank that much; that didn't mean it wasn't possible though. The hostess had been very insistent, and Walt was nothing if not utterly indulgent.
When he did finally wake up, it fell like crashing. The room surrounding him wasn't his own, though it was splendidly styled. Had he gone home with someone? That didn't make much sense when he looked down to see himself in a hospital gown? There was even a band on his wrist...Roleplay then? Unlikely since he didn't feel sore or sated; on top of that there was an actual, live IV in his forearm. How curious. The edges of his memory were frayed, loose strings of thought trailing of unfinished. He only remembered the party. He spun the band carefully around his wrist until he could read it.
Walter Schmidtthenner Subject #4271AUN5
Interesting.
Walt had to move slowly, not feeling entirely in control of his body as he sat up and swung his legs down from the large bed (what a nice bed spread, he thought). The whole situation was...amusing. There was a box on top of the nearby table with writing on it, OPEN ME. Well, he certainly wouldn't shun the invitation. There was just one little problem. The IV wouldn't stretch that far.
He couldn't quite stop the curve of his lips as his fingers pinched against the sides of the needle. It wasn't going to come out easy. He wanted to savor what pain he could feel. Even pulling it slowly, it was only like a dull scrape. Like barely brushing a sunburn. He could feel the pressure of the movement as the needle slipped out of his vein. Blood welled up at the puncture site, and he lifted his forearm up to his mouth to lap it away. He kept his lips sealed over the wound as he rose onto unsteady legs.
It took a few tries, since he couldn't quite walk a straight line to the table. Once he got there, Walt picked the box open carefully. It was a surprise to find his own clothes inside. Maybe surprise wasn't the right word. The carrot before the stick then? No matter, he changed from the gown to his pants and undershirt.
His first instinct was to try the door, but he found it locked. A spark of irritation jolted through him, but he wasn't going to let the situation get to him that quickly. It was troublesome though. A quick survey of the room was all it took to notice the blinking computer.
"Aha." He grinned before moving over to the desk. What an odd game. An internal network? Curious. Well then, it seemed he had work to do.