Rebel 2 [Action/Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

[Litchi is starting off her day with total and utter confusion. Instead of waking up in the comfortable, familiar dark of the apartment she shares with Thirteen, the sun is already coming up and illuminating a strange room instead. It's not their home back on Strangereal, so she can rule out the Malnosso sending them back - not to mention she wouldn't remember any Malnosso if that were the case. A slight panic starts to set in, not just at the unfamiliar surroundings, but also at the fact that - dun dun dunnnn - she's late for a shift at the clinic.

Although the unfamiliar room has her attention more, and that's the main reason why she's nudging her husband awake. David's always been the more level-headed between them. Maybe he can figure out where they are and what they're doing here.

Later on in the day, her bearings regained and feeling slightly miffed, Litchi will address the journals.]

[Voice]

My goodness. Another day completely blanked out. I really do hope the Malnosso stop interrupting our memories like this. Once is too many, but this many times...

[Well, she's getting off-track. She clears her throat, only slightly sheepish.]

Is everyone alright? Any injuries? Slight confusion seems to be a trend today, so I suppose we can ignore that as a symptom.

If anyone needs any help at all, please let me know. Even if you just need a hand re-orienting yourself.

[[ooc: AU info this-a-way! Litchi's been a military doctor for a few years, so please forgive her for being a little more bold and a little harsher than her usual self. ♥]]

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[Action]

[yellowthirteen]

[Thirteen stirs with a mumble as his wife nudges him gently. He can feel part of his body being stiff from sleep, which was common for him since the injury, but it's never too bad. His eyes flutter open after a moment, and then they wince with the sunlight in the room, morning haze blocking his vision of the room.]

Nnn... Litchi? What is it?

[Voice]

[hageshii]

Upside it that this time it was only a day.

[Voice]

[mistlegacy]

No injuries here, but I don't see the point of that--or all of a housemate's possessions vanishing from our house.

[That made for a strange early morning.]

[Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

[The journal is unusual. Robert doesn't remember saying some of these things.

But he's distracted from perusing it by the sound of his friend's voice.]

... I... I think I am alright, Doctor Faye-Ling...

But my own memories seem... [Strange?] ... Affected, somehow. Perhaps we are merely disoriented?