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Jul. 25th, 2010 12:23 pm[The frequency's been quiet for a week. There's been no one to talk, no one to encourage everyone or lament Discedo's bad luck. The Inventory's been unkempt in the high school.
And all at once everything flickers back to life - literally. The girl gasps for the first breath she's had in a week, suddenly finding herself on a cot in the hospital. Her death was too quick for her to remember, but she does remember that she was in inventory beforehand. How did she get here, then?
She finds her communicator already running, and tentatively picks it up.]
...did I hit my head again?
[That would be a good explanation, right? But at the same time, she's not achy anywhere, and there's no bumps or bandages...
Anyone out there up to explaining?]
And all at once everything flickers back to life - literally. The girl gasps for the first breath she's had in a week, suddenly finding herself on a cot in the hospital. Her death was too quick for her to remember, but she does remember that she was in inventory beforehand. How did she get here, then?
She finds her communicator already running, and tentatively picks it up.]
...did I hit my head again?
[That would be a good explanation, right? But at the same time, she's not achy anywhere, and there's no bumps or bandages...
Anyone out there up to explaining?]
