[The last thing she remembers is falling, losing sight of Brighid, and-? Morag jolts awake, nearly crying out Brighid's name but stops herself, a wordless grunt leaving her lips instead. Her heart is pounding- she's afraid and she can't get herself to calm down. The wig comes loose, falling into her eyes, and she immediately snatches it and hurls it away, thinking it some kind of vermin crawling on her.
When it doesn't move, she finally stops to take stock of her situation. This is... some kind of hospital? Clearly she was injured in the fall and- no, something isn't right. It's hard to make out the others' faces in the low light, but the ones she sees do not look familiar to her. And these clothes...
As Morag feels panic welling up within her, she throws off the bed sheets and turns to stand up. She needs to put her mind to some task before she loses it. And that's when she spies the capsule. She halfway doesn't expect anything to happen when she clicks the button, which makes the appearance of a small, orange bird all the more surprising. Newly awakened, it doesn't speak, or move, it just stares at her. Is this a Blade? There's clearly something wrong with it.]
State your name.
[It doesn't, obviously. Every moment that passes just fills her with more questions and she assumes the others in this room don't have answers. She heads for the door, aware that the little bird is following behind her. No harm in allowing that, she supposes.]
no subject
When it doesn't move, she finally stops to take stock of her situation. This is... some kind of hospital? Clearly she was injured in the fall and- no, something isn't right. It's hard to make out the others' faces in the low light, but the ones she sees do not look familiar to her. And these clothes...
As Morag feels panic welling up within her, she throws off the bed sheets and turns to stand up. She needs to put her mind to some task before she loses it. And that's when she spies the capsule. She halfway doesn't expect anything to happen when she clicks the button, which makes the appearance of a small, orange bird all the more surprising. Newly awakened, it doesn't speak, or move, it just stares at her. Is this a Blade? There's clearly something wrong with it.]
State your name.
[It doesn't, obviously. Every moment that passes just fills her with more questions and she assumes the others in this room don't have answers. She heads for the door, aware that the little bird is following behind her. No harm in allowing that, she supposes.]