[For a moment, she thinks she might have simply gone out and had a few drinks too many. Maybe fell asleep in someone's bath tub. Not that she's ever done that, to her knowledge, but hey, this is an approximation.
Only then the pod releases her, and she crashes to the floor in a less then elegant, and rather sticky heap, looking like a goopy mess to most, smelling like wet dog - or shall we say wolf - to those with slightly finer senses.
Ruby resists the urge to shake herself off, lest someone tells her to take herself for a walk, because ha ha, get it, it's funny - only not.
Truth be told, Ruby's scared. Did se turn - did she hurt someone? The hangover-esque headache feels too much like being yanked elsewhere, like drowning inside of herself or being tossed into a different world, familiar and strange at the same time, and the dizziness just makes her wonder what the hell they gave her - and who they are, to be precise.
It's all levels of fucked up and weird, and her legs are impossibly shaky. She manages to clean herself up, but after that the wall has to suffice for the time being, or maybe the shoulder of an unfortunate passerby, while she breathes in and out, slowly, deeply. The world smells strange and artificial, and she still feels rather faint.]
What the....
Lockers
[Clothes are a plus. Silver linings, etc. Not that she's ever really believed in those, but she's a big believer in making a brave face, hiding how she really feels. Scared, lost, quite a bit intimidated. Adventures are one thing, this feels like the set up to some bad horror movie.
Still. Clothes.]
Coffee would be nice...
[It's muttered to herself, mostly, and half into the locker. Seriously, what is this place? She has some sort of code on her arm, almost like a serial number and...
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no, is this a lab? That'd be her luck. No pitchforks and torches, just needles and knives.
Ruby slams the locker, looks around with eyes that could be called scared, absent-mindedly toying with the apron that was in her locker.]
Ruby Lucas | Once Upon A Time | Open
[For a moment, she thinks she might have simply gone out and had a few drinks too many. Maybe fell asleep in someone's bath tub. Not that she's ever done that, to her knowledge, but hey, this is an approximation.
Only then the pod releases her, and she crashes to the floor in a less then elegant, and rather sticky heap, looking like a goopy mess to most, smelling like wet dog - or shall we say wolf - to those with slightly finer senses.
Ruby resists the urge to shake herself off, lest someone tells her to take herself for a walk, because ha ha, get it, it's funny - only not.
Truth be told, Ruby's scared. Did se turn - did she hurt someone? The hangover-esque headache feels too much like being yanked elsewhere, like drowning inside of herself or being tossed into a different world, familiar and strange at the same time, and the dizziness just makes her wonder what the hell they gave her - and who they are, to be precise.
It's all levels of fucked up and weird, and her legs are impossibly shaky. She manages to clean herself up, but after that the wall has to suffice for the time being, or maybe the shoulder of an unfortunate passerby, while she breathes in and out, slowly, deeply. The world smells strange and artificial, and she still feels rather faint.]
What the....
Lockers
[Clothes are a plus. Silver linings, etc. Not that she's ever really believed in those, but she's a big believer in making a brave face, hiding how she really feels. Scared, lost, quite a bit intimidated. Adventures are one thing, this feels like the set up to some bad horror movie.
Still. Clothes.]
Coffee would be nice...
[It's muttered to herself, mostly, and half into the locker. Seriously, what is this place? She has some sort of code on her arm, almost like a serial number and...
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no, is this a lab? That'd be her luck. No pitchforks and torches, just needles and knives.
Ruby slams the locker, looks around with eyes that could be called scared, absent-mindedly toying with the apron that was in her locker.]
This is all kinds of messed up...