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sanctuaryrpgCora had been on this...this space station for a day and it'd been one of the weirdest days of her life.
First she'd gone to sleep in her comfy room in the pack-house, only to wake up trapped in some kind of weird quarantine cell. That'd been an awesome experience. Nothing like being stripped out of your own clothes, put into a set of scrubs - and if she ever found out who'd done that she was going to take great pleasure in ripping off their fingers - and left trapped like a rat in a lab while being driven slowly insane with a recorded message.
Then, when whoever was in charge of this place had finally opened the door to her cell, Cora had stalked out into the main area outside only to be confronted with an honest to god, actual alien.
She hadn't meant to meet any aliens at all, but she'd been staring up at the vast ceiling when she managed to walk bodily into the hulking, heavily scaled creature, been scared stupid, screamed and let her fangs drop which in turn scared the creature who then started to make a weird keening noise which was apparently its species distress call by virtue of a dozen seriously pissed off people all chasing her out of the area she'd just walked into.
Cora had run at full tilt down random corridors, taking turn after turn to lose the mob, eventually holing up in some kind of marketplace behind some foul smelling tanks. She'd watched her pursuers go running past and then took off in the other direction, not stopping until she reached a quiet area away from everything.
The small freak out she'd had while she was tucked into an alcove in that deserted place had left her exhausted and it was all she could do to haul herself to her assigned quarters and collapse into the small but functional bed.
Now it was morning on the second day and she felt a little better. Her original nightclothes had apparently been washed and stored neatly in closet in her little apartment. She was grateful for that at least. Something familiar. Something home. Booty shorts were probably not the best exploring clothes, she conceded, but the tank top would work and she slipped it on, tying the drawstrings on her standard issue scrub pants.
She grabbed the little comms thing and the tablet and stashed them in her pockets before setting out to explore the place she was apparently stuck in for the near future.
[OOC: Find Cora out and about on the station exploring. She's going to be on her guard but she won't be unapproachable. Open forever!]
First she'd gone to sleep in her comfy room in the pack-house, only to wake up trapped in some kind of weird quarantine cell. That'd been an awesome experience. Nothing like being stripped out of your own clothes, put into a set of scrubs - and if she ever found out who'd done that she was going to take great pleasure in ripping off their fingers - and left trapped like a rat in a lab while being driven slowly insane with a recorded message.
Then, when whoever was in charge of this place had finally opened the door to her cell, Cora had stalked out into the main area outside only to be confronted with an honest to god, actual alien.
She hadn't meant to meet any aliens at all, but she'd been staring up at the vast ceiling when she managed to walk bodily into the hulking, heavily scaled creature, been scared stupid, screamed and let her fangs drop which in turn scared the creature who then started to make a weird keening noise which was apparently its species distress call by virtue of a dozen seriously pissed off people all chasing her out of the area she'd just walked into.
Cora had run at full tilt down random corridors, taking turn after turn to lose the mob, eventually holing up in some kind of marketplace behind some foul smelling tanks. She'd watched her pursuers go running past and then took off in the other direction, not stopping until she reached a quiet area away from everything.
The small freak out she'd had while she was tucked into an alcove in that deserted place had left her exhausted and it was all she could do to haul herself to her assigned quarters and collapse into the small but functional bed.
Now it was morning on the second day and she felt a little better. Her original nightclothes had apparently been washed and stored neatly in closet in her little apartment. She was grateful for that at least. Something familiar. Something home. Booty shorts were probably not the best exploring clothes, she conceded, but the tank top would work and she slipped it on, tying the drawstrings on her standard issue scrub pants.
She grabbed the little comms thing and the tablet and stashed them in her pockets before setting out to explore the place she was apparently stuck in for the near future.
[OOC: Find Cora out and about on the station exploring. She's going to be on her guard but she won't be unapproachable. Open forever!]
