[It's only been a few minutes, but she's usually seen everything she needs to see by now. Still in her underwear, she's taking a quick look around. She's searching. Something's not right. Juliana is going places she perhaps shouldn't go because this isn't right. Something is desperately wrong.
Her fingers trail over the smooth surface of the pod before her, and she frowns deeply at the man beneath it. He's huge, tall, but he looks oddly peaceful sitting there in stasis.
She doesn't. The man under that glass is one of the most important people to her here, and for some reason--some distressing reason--he isn't waking up.]
Wake up. [She knocks on the pod a few times.] Wake up.
[With a sigh, she glances around to whoever is nearby and beckons them over.] Help me, please.
Showers/lockers
[She looks less beautiful than usual right now, and she'd probably be disgusted by the human form in some ways if she was paying any attention to the way her eyes have puffed and reddened. But she's upset, devastated, and almost inconsolable. In the shower, she sits by the towels, all wrapped up and drying off, but half curled up with eyes on the doorways. Maybe he'll show up after all.
When the man she's looking for never arrives, she makes her way to the lockers and dresses, but still sits quietly for several more hours, alone, watching, waiting.]
Juliana | OTA, pods, showers, lockers EAU MY
[It's only been a few minutes, but she's usually seen everything she needs to see by now. Still in her underwear, she's taking a quick look around. She's searching. Something's not right. Juliana is going places she perhaps shouldn't go because this isn't right. Something is desperately wrong.
Her fingers trail over the smooth surface of the pod before her, and she frowns deeply at the man beneath it. He's huge, tall, but he looks oddly peaceful sitting there in stasis.
She doesn't. The man under that glass is one of the most important people to her here, and for some reason--some distressing reason--he isn't waking up.]
Wake up. [She knocks on the pod a few times.] Wake up.
[With a sigh, she glances around to whoever is nearby and beckons them over.] Help me, please.
Showers/lockers
[She looks less beautiful than usual right now, and she'd probably be disgusted by the human form in some ways if she was paying any attention to the way her eyes have puffed and reddened. But she's upset, devastated, and almost inconsolable. In the shower, she sits by the towels, all wrapped up and drying off, but half curled up with eyes on the doorways. Maybe he'll show up after all.
When the man she's looking for never arrives, she makes her way to the lockers and dresses, but still sits quietly for several more hours, alone, watching, waiting.]