Continued from hereThe problem with being knocked out was that eventually you weren't. Nothing and then... Time caught up with you all in a rush
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It is a strange dream. Black flowers are dancing around him singing the theme from "Batman". He doesn't know why they are, but they are sort of cute all the same. Then one of the flowers breaks off from its fellows, stands in front of his face and starts yelling his name at him. He tries to shoo it away, but his arm is strangely heavy.
The flowers slowly vanish and he finds himself staring at Susan. He blinks. The sensation is familiar.
"Where are we?" is all he can say. He tries to move and finds himself restrained. "Tell me this is a bad trip."
"This is a bad trip." Everything was sore. That counted as bad certainly. "Not a." She swallowed, tried again. "Not a hallucination though." She thought. "Pretty sure."
"Head is..." It helped if she didn't think about the time. It hurt. What ever she'd been given or exposed to was wrecking merry havoc in her head and messing about with... unless time was actually doing that, in which case Susan thought she might be sick. It could not possibly be doing what it felt like it was doing. She held tightly to that thought. "How are you?"
Hiro looks at a searing pain in his arm to see a cut. However, it isn't new. "We've been out at least a day or more. I feel like crap. My head feels like silly putty and I think something furry died in my mouth."
He pulls at the restraints, but, of course, they don't give. "I guess we must have sucked in some of that pollen or whatever from the flowers."
"I'm sore and bruised, but nothings broken." She shifted, stretching what muscles she could. "So other than being dosed with lots of weird plant toxins, we're in pretty good shape. Well that and being tied up." She was not mentioning anything else. Focus on the positive. "Can you scoot closer to me?"
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The flowers slowly vanish and he finds himself staring at Susan. He blinks. The sensation is familiar.
"Where are we?" is all he can say. He tries to move and finds himself restrained. "Tell me this is a bad trip."
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"Head is..." It helped if she didn't think about the time. It hurt. What ever she'd been given or exposed to was wrecking merry havoc in her head and messing about with... unless time was actually doing that, in which case Susan thought she might be sick. It could not possibly be doing what it felt like it was doing. She held tightly to that thought.
"How are you?"
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He pulls at the restraints, but, of course, they don't give. "I guess we must have sucked in some of that pollen or whatever from the flowers."
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"Can you scoot closer to me?"
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