Echo (
screwthatnoise) wrote2013-07-29 04:16 pm
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♥ v2
A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.
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[ INTERRUPTED BY JANTA
WOAH
A LIMB ]
-- Is that yours?
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Ah, guess that helps.
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"Wah—!"
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[ taking the limb back, and I guess you can take Janta since we only have one usable hand each. ]
Downstairs, right?
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Yeah. We have to head back.
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What way from here, Janta ... ?
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And in fact, you will. (But just assume that the Nurse in that description is no longer tending to someone on a gurney, but someone on a bed.)