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genessia2018-03-29 08:15 pm
firstrebel) wrote in genessia2018-03-29 08:15 pm
Entry tags:
001; action/text
[ Action; Genessia City; ]
[ Hera feels, for lack of a better term, detached from everything that's going on around her. It's not really her fault, given all she's been through lately. It might be for the best, though, because at least she's not panicking. No, in general she's feeling mostly numb. So she seemingly takes her arrival, and the infodump provided, in stride, and before she knows it, she's wandering the streets of this strange city that seems to be nowhere near Lothal or any other place she's familiar with in the galaxy.
She's stuck. Grounded. And people are staring at her like - like she's some kind of freak. Have none of them ever seen a Twi'lek before? ]
What are you looking at?
[ Her voice isn't defensive, it's mostly - dull. But there's an underlying hardness, as well. A certain amount of suspicion, like she doesn't trust anyone here.
Eventually, she finds her way to a series of shops and small cafes, and when she gets a whiff of something - baking bread or a pastry of some sort - she makes a nauseated face and turns away from the smell, her brow furrowing a little. There must be somewhere to sit down, right? Maybe she just needs to sit down. ]
[ Text; ]
I need the services of a medical doctor familiar with non-human biology. I'll come to you.
- H. Syndulla
[ ooc note: please see my ooc intro and Hera's permissions post for more info and opt-out stuff if necessary. ]
[ Hera feels, for lack of a better term, detached from everything that's going on around her. It's not really her fault, given all she's been through lately. It might be for the best, though, because at least she's not panicking. No, in general she's feeling mostly numb. So she seemingly takes her arrival, and the infodump provided, in stride, and before she knows it, she's wandering the streets of this strange city that seems to be nowhere near Lothal or any other place she's familiar with in the galaxy.
She's stuck. Grounded. And people are staring at her like - like she's some kind of freak. Have none of them ever seen a Twi'lek before? ]
What are you looking at?
[ Her voice isn't defensive, it's mostly - dull. But there's an underlying hardness, as well. A certain amount of suspicion, like she doesn't trust anyone here.
Eventually, she finds her way to a series of shops and small cafes, and when she gets a whiff of something - baking bread or a pastry of some sort - she makes a nauseated face and turns away from the smell, her brow furrowing a little. There must be somewhere to sit down, right? Maybe she just needs to sit down. ]
[ Text; ]
I need the services of a medical doctor familiar with non-human biology. I'll come to you.
- H. Syndulla
[ ooc note: please see my ooc intro and Hera's permissions post for more info and opt-out stuff if necessary. ]
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[Baymax toddled out and fetched a wheelchair.] Please sit. You seem weary, and would quite possibly stumble.
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[ Under literally any other circumstances, Hera would insist on walking herself. She hates needing assistance. She's always been independent. But given the day she's just had, and the information she's just been saddled with - just this once? She decides not to argue, and just sits in the wheelchair. ]
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