( barracks ) [ When Patchouli wakes up, it's slow and with a crawl. She's much too used to feeling ill, to have her body be sluggish and dull, but this is new.
For one, she never had any memory problems. Her memory was flawless, perfect. What had been done to her? She raises a hand to the stitches on her head, groaning. Okay, so, someone had kidnapped her, stuck a tacky bracelet on her, dug around in her skull, and stitched her back up, for what purpose...?
...this was gonna be a long day. So you can find Patchouli numbly stumbling around the barracks, looking through the crowd and trying to spot someone in particular. Failing that, she roots around in the mess hall and first aid room. ]
( general western area+log fume ride ) [ Oh, look who's used to staying indoors all the time. And when she's not indoors, she's flying, not walking. Poor, sweet Patchouli is already out of breath after attempting to investigate for a mere hour. She would like to simply sit in the barracks and order someone to investigate for her, but hey, can she really trust any of them? It's not a very friend-making environment.
She pauses near the log fume, propping herself up on the side of it and panting heavily. ]
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[ When Patchouli wakes up, it's slow and with a crawl. She's much too used to feeling ill, to have her body be sluggish and dull, but this is new.
For one, she never had any memory problems. Her memory was flawless, perfect. What had been done to her? She raises a hand to the stitches on her head, groaning. Okay, so, someone had kidnapped her, stuck a tacky bracelet on her, dug around in her skull, and stitched her back up, for what purpose...?
...this was gonna be a long day. So you can find Patchouli numbly stumbling around the barracks, looking through the crowd and trying to spot someone in particular. Failing that, she roots around in the mess hall and first aid room. ]
( general western area+log fume ride )
[ Oh, look who's used to staying indoors all the time. And when she's not indoors, she's flying, not walking. Poor, sweet Patchouli is already out of breath after attempting to investigate for a mere hour. She would like to simply sit in the barracks and order someone to investigate for her, but hey, can she really trust any of them? It's not a very friend-making environment.
She pauses near the log fume, propping herself up on the side of it and panting heavily. ]
Damn...more walking...godforsaken beeping...