Jemma Simmons (
protect_and_survey) wrote2013-12-29 10:29 pm
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Jemma wakes up in the dark with an unexpected headache and a severe case of disorientation.
"Fitz, I think Marrihew spiked the punch again." She groans, struggling to sit up.
"... Fitz?"
"... Leo?"
"Fitz, I think Marrihew spiked the punch again." She groans, struggling to sit up.
"... Fitz?"
"... Leo?"
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Some ways away, behind a small outcropping of dirt and rock, Sunshine drifts back into consciousness, groaning from the massive headache throbbing behind her eyes.
"Is someone there?" she asks uncertainly, hearing the unfamiliar voice. As her vision clears, Rae looks around, her Dark Sight lending clarity to the darkness around her but offering only unfamiliar sights. She can't help the stab of fear that goes through her, remembering another time when she had woken up in a strange place. Where is she?
When she spots the other muddled figure on the uneven ground, Rae moves to get to her feet and approach. "Hello? Are you all right?"
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