I wanted to stay home but I went running running running running from the troubles

[paidforit]

WHO: Valkyrie
WHERE: The Bunker, around the village
WHEN: End of November
OPEN TO: Bruce Banner (Bunker), OTA (Village)
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of alcohol abuse, past implied slavery, and PTSD.

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Arrival in the Bunker

To wake with swirling, swimming vision, everything distorted in front of her, is nothing new. Many are the nights where the previous night's inebriation simply bleeds over into the morning, one day into another. But the tube? The tube's a decidedly new development.

Groggily she draws a hand up to push at the glass. Then knock against it a few times, the noise enough to discourage further taps with a groan and a squint. Okay, no, hangover is not liking that at all. Though this didn't feel quite like the average hangover.

Still might puke, though.

There's a shape moving past the glass that she can't quite make out, and she tries to lean forward enough to see who it is. One of the Grandmaster's goons? A gladiator? Is this the new pit? She'd worked her way out of that mess already, or so she'd thought. Or was this some scavenger crew who thought to sell her out?

"Hey!" And that initial shout reminds her with a grimace that yes, still in glass tube. Still only really hurting her own ears here. Ow...


Arrival in the Village

Freed of the tube, she's free to marvel at how much...really hasn't changed at all. She's stuck here, instead of there, with less food and booze but more trees and greenery, and fewer tasers or holding cells. Maybe they like their 'prisoners with jobs' free-range, here.

Still, for a new arrival, she doesn't look that fussed by the change of scenery. Anyone look at her could tell she was new, a well-muscled but slight woman with messy dark hair bound back out of her face. Her expression? Says she's already about a thousand percent done with the shake-up and ready to move on. This gaping uncertainty under her feet is a little less than ideal, but she's handled herself in worse.

Clad in telltale red scrubs and carrying her complimentary pack on her shoulder, she's making her rounds, from building to building. Taking in the landscape, such as it is. There's a vague tally to keep, places to sleep, people she'd be expected to work with to do...whatever needed doing. Because of course they're going to ask her to do things, that's not a question, really.

So the sooner she finds out what she needs to do to get secure and get out of her own mind? The happier she'll be.

Comments

[paidforit]

"All that get left behind by the last people here?"

Or set out for the lab rats to see what they'd make of them. That seems another likely option. Regardless, she's not feeling rebellious enough to turn her nose up at it just because it might have been given to them by their captors. She's not that proud.

Not anymore.

[thegreatexperiment]

She shrugged. "Some. Some is also homemade. And I have no idea where the fuck the rest of it came from." Danny had determination and drive. She'd give him that. But she was pretty sure that even his sheer force of will couldn't conjure up wrestling equipment.

No. Probably the Overlords having fun. Getting their jollies off.

Although it certainly strengthened the going theory that they'd been chosen to form some kind of army.

"I never bothered to ask Danny. Apparently, I was suffering from an extreme lack of curiosity." That, and the last time she'd seen him, things had gotten a little...out of control.

[paidforit]

"If it's here, they want us to have it, so."

Though apparently some things need to be worked a little harder for. Like booze. Pity. One seems as important to the other, as far as she's concerned.

"Well. Think I'll pop in and see who feels like testing those mats for comfort," she murmurs, rolling her head and popping something in her neck, with a satisfied little hum to follow. "You wanna come?"

[thegreatexperiment]

Sam imagined herself fighting Scrappy--well, more accurately, getting pummeled by Scrappy--and had to suppress a shiver. She was learning some of the moves, but she was a long way from the big leagues. The fact is, her last spar with Danny had left her covered in bruises that she didn't entirely recognize. And that was before their little adventure at the hot springs.

No, she definitely wasn't up to Scrappy's level.

She smiled, shaking her head a little bit. "I need to finish this batch before I leave. Otherwise, the Inn might burn down and I'd be homeless. And some people might be, you know, pissed." She could only imagine what Kate would do to her. It would probably make Scrappy tame by comparison. "But you tell Danny that I sent you."