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momentbymomentBeing back in semi-familiar stone hallways in a place that shouldn't exist isn't what bothers Eva. It isn't the fact that she's only slowly remembering that she has been here before, and what transpired, or how freaking weird it was.
No, what's bothering her right now is the fact that she's eyeball level with a dandelion.
She tries to frown and finds that her face doesn't cooperate, like it doesn't have the right muscles. Frustrated, she tries to see what she can do, and begins to notice the buck teeth, and the whiskers.
She startles herself horribly and springs wildly into the air, spinning around and flailing her fluffy limbs. An outside observer who knows a thing or two about small mammals might call it a popcorn. Eva lands and her eyes are wide, her nose twitching at a million miles a minute.
WHAT THE HELL?!
The force of her thought is enough to send it out psychically into the area around her. She doesn't know it yet, but she can communicate that way, for as long as her mouth won't obey human language.
Eva may be distressed, but she is a scientist. So she will handle this the way any scientific thinker would. She observes. She takes.. mental notes, since she can't write. She can see her hands (front paws) and some of her body if she turns (a fluffy tail). She's apparently blue and yellow for some cosmically ironic reason, and she is, absolutely, unequivocally, unarguably, a rabbit.
Nothing for it but to look for answers. Or help. Or a nice carrot. So off she hops, down the hallway, and through whatever doors are left open.
No, what's bothering her right now is the fact that she's eyeball level with a dandelion.
She tries to frown and finds that her face doesn't cooperate, like it doesn't have the right muscles. Frustrated, she tries to see what she can do, and begins to notice the buck teeth, and the whiskers.
She startles herself horribly and springs wildly into the air, spinning around and flailing her fluffy limbs. An outside observer who knows a thing or two about small mammals might call it a popcorn. Eva lands and her eyes are wide, her nose twitching at a million miles a minute.
WHAT THE HELL?!
The force of her thought is enough to send it out psychically into the area around her. She doesn't know it yet, but she can communicate that way, for as long as her mouth won't obey human language.
Eva may be distressed, but she is a scientist. So she will handle this the way any scientific thinker would. She observes. She takes.. mental notes, since she can't write. She can see her hands (front paws) and some of her body if she turns (a fluffy tail). She's apparently blue and yellow for some cosmically ironic reason, and she is, absolutely, unequivocally, unarguably, a rabbit.
Nothing for it but to look for answers. Or help. Or a nice carrot. So off she hops, down the hallway, and through whatever doors are left open.