The nausea and pain have not dissipated since Rikku's trip into Escher's wet dream that had been engineering. There's a split second, of course, when she's unceremoniously dumped to the floor and she doesn't feel it. Alright, she thinks, before the awful sets in.
She's just started to stand when the world flips. The blonde falls to her knees, wrapping her arms around her middle and pressing her forehead to the cold metal below. "Fuck," is all she can say, and it comes out as a hiss. Covered in blue space goo and about to hurl. Talk about the wrong side of the bed.
LOCKERS
A hot shower and an oversized t-shirt ganked off a half-open locker have made her feel like at least 87% of a person. That last 13% is going to be hard to come by, but she's sure that a cup of something will help. Yeah, something.
As has become her custom, Rikku cautiously approaches her locker. She's seen some weird stuff fly out of these before, and even though it's never happened to her, she isn't about to be caught with her (missing) pants down. To circumvent being attacked by a rabid animal or having a boatload of bones or something equally creepy dumped at her feet, she stands awkwardly off to the side of the locker (as far as she can get, really), and reaches out to open it, already wincing.
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The nausea and pain have not dissipated since Rikku's trip into Escher's wet dream that had been engineering. There's a split second, of course, when she's unceremoniously dumped to the floor and she doesn't feel it. Alright, she thinks, before the awful sets in.
She's just started to stand when the world flips. The blonde falls to her knees, wrapping her arms around her middle and pressing her forehead to the cold metal below. "Fuck," is all she can say, and it comes out as a hiss. Covered in blue space goo and about to hurl. Talk about the wrong side of the bed.
LOCKERS
A hot shower and an oversized t-shirt ganked off a half-open locker have made her feel like at least 87% of a person. That last 13% is going to be hard to come by, but she's sure that a cup of something will help. Yeah, something.
As has become her custom, Rikku cautiously approaches her locker. She's seen some weird stuff fly out of these before, and even though it's never happened to her, she isn't about to be caught with her (missing) pants down. To circumvent being attacked by a rabid animal or having a boatload of bones or something equally creepy dumped at her feet, she stands awkwardly off to the side of the locker (as far as she can get, really), and reaches out to open it, already wincing.