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This room is not real.
That's the first thought that crosses your mind as soon as your consciousness comes back up. You're not even sure if that's your own thought, but the feeling doesn't leave no matter how much time has passed. The room looks nice and cozy, but everything feels wrong. You don't belong here, you're you, aren't you?
Aren't you?
You'll soon notice that there are other things that just isn't right. You can talk, but is your mouth moving? You can see, but are your eyes blinking? You also have ball joints. Nothing hurts, and you're fine, but it's a little weird.
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Don't think it's - gonna... kill me.
[Yet.]
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Better not!
[ the hand not irritably rubbing at her eyes goes to his shoulder ]
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[He's trying to wave her away; it probably isn't working too well. No: you're fighting it. Go with it. It's the only option you got.]
What now?
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[ Heaves a sigh, running her fingers through her hair. ]
I'm thinking, maybe we should take two different things this time?
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[Talking is not fun right now.]
What you thinking?
We. Gotta figure out - what this took. Or we're fucked.
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[ Looks between him and N, frowning. ]
You can't breathe right. Either of you. Is that it?
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I think... we'd have noticed. If it was lungs.
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So, we can steal back breathing ... and then protect it? Don't want you going through this again.
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[Wish I knew which unit pulled this, though.]
Who'd - do this?
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Who're you thinking?
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's easy to... to heal.
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We could ... take "taste" from Pep? [ drums her fingers against her arms, trying hard not to rub her eyes even more ] That leaves one more thing we can do.
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[God. It's like breathing through a fucking straw.]
What about... eyes.