Theresa
21 July 2018 @ 12:09 am
BAY CAVE/BAY AREA

[It would take a bit, for her "sight" to catch up with her. Traversing suddenly across time and space left much of her vision temporarily behind, she'd have to be patient and wait for it to fully return.

To start to piece together where ever the hell she'd just landed.

In the meantime, in the blackness, she could sit here and contemplate about why she wasn't dead, a frustrating reality that she wasn't terribly fond of. Five hundred years too long, five hundred years of waiting and planning.

Five hundred years alone-

Her bare feet hit the shallow water in the cave, and as soon as she found a wall, she began to guide herself out. She listened to the hologram... if only because for a moment, she had been sure it was another person with her. The recordings refusal to respond to questions proved her wrong, however. Oh well.

Information was information.

At length, she could be found just outside the cave, ragged and stock still, listening to a cacophony of alien sounds in every direction. No expression on her face, her eyes hidden behind a tattered cloth, a reaction was... hard to judge.

No, she doesn't care if she's in someone's way, go the fuck around her, dick.
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[[OOC: HERE is a permissions page! What's that page for? Well when Theresa starts getting her 'vision' back, she'll be able to see the past and future of the people around her, and your character can totally be included on this! Please feel free to hit this up with whatever you'd like her to 'see' from you!]]
 
 
Jaune Arc
21 July 2018 @ 12:29 pm
Hey everyone. I'll be hosting an improvised healing session in front of Genessia Commons from 6am-1pm before my shift. If you have any aches, infections, or something you're just too scared to go to the doctor for or wait in the hospital, I'll do it for free.

But you should really go to the doctor. Theyre here to help.


[Action at some seedy bar in Nova]

[It had to be a fucking slow day. Jaune had done everything he could, healed everyone he could and even helped arrange the receptionist's office when things got too quiet. But eventually, they had told him to go home. His regular shift was already turning into a double. But he didn't feel like going home. He wandered into Nova, searching the alleys for anyone injured or sick, or too drugged up to think coherently, healing who he could. A few of them had attacked him, but he hadn't scarred. Of course not. Eventually when he couldn't find anyone else, the trashy, outdated sign of a bar had beckoned, way too welcoming by now.

So there he sits, at the counter, trying to waste time.]