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Everything felt...slow. Hazy. Like looking at a recording of events set to playback more slowly than real-time, viewed through a distortion lens. Something like the crackle of static filled the air, and there was an unpleasant acrid odor of something burning.
The sensations were nauseating, she suspected. That would have been the word someone with the organic composition to feel such a thing used to describe it all. It was certainly apt here; if she had had a stomach, it would be churning horribly right now. Churning much like the entire location she now resided in, wherever it may have been. She could recognize none of it, save for that it seemed to be composed of...wood.
"Odd..." Even her own voice, as she spoke, sounded strange and distant, as if it came through a curtain of water.
...water?
That was right. It took a monumental effort of will on her part, but she managed to sit up, and the feeling of horrible static and haze in the air momentarily grew far more severe before abruptly halting once she was upright. Her vision seemed to clear, providing her with a sudden sense of clarity and composure that felt even more startling than the nauseating disruptions had been. She had been in the rain just moments ago, she was positive. Stepped outside the business offices, and tried to gain her bearings so she could plot her next course...
Lightning.
She had registered the flash of lightning, and heard -- felt, more than anything -- the impact of it. The horrible crackling, sparking and whining of metal being overloaded, and her internal diagnostic sensors going absolutely haywire. Systems were shorting out and rebooting in complete chaos. Her own awareness had been fragmentary, and she had barely registered the worrying notice of a warning of emergency spatial translocation systems having been activated. Then everything had simply turned into an all-consuming blaze of blue-white light and static electricity.
Her internal clocks and chronometers were thrown completely off, but they were a simple fix thankfully and if they had managed to right themselves at all...it had been at least several days since her sudden jump through space-time and subsequent hard reboot to purge the excess voltage. The original chaos and hazy distortion upon her awakening just now was the last remnants of lingering static being purged from her systems as they finally restarted. That...and some interference from something in the atmosphere, or nearby vicinity.
She couldn't tell where she was, only that by a quick measure of atmospheric composition it was not the same world she had just been on. Wherever her unfortunately-timed activation of emergency teleportation had sent her to, it was a different world entirely.
"This is very frustrating..." She slowly took another look around, trying to ascertain where she had wound up this time, already far more frustrated than she had been during her first awakening n the ruins. Far more than simply frustrated, she was bordering on anger. But that roiling turmoil and near-fury slowly abated and died down, to be replaced with confusion. If she was judging things correctly, then her current position appeared to be...
"A ship."
Not just any ship, either; but a truly ancient one. A wooden vessel, and one that looked to have been abandoned and left to rot for an uncountable number of years. Splinters were visibly showing in many places, the growth of mold was evident in others. Large chunks and sections had warped and twisted out of place, nails were bent and barely hanging on in a worrying number of places. The sound of water dripping distantly, and the musty smell of ancient water (likely once for drinking) long gone stagnant permeated the entire space.
She appeared to be somewhere in one of the holds, well belowdeck. The fact that such a place was even large enough for someone of her stature to sit up at all -- which she now noticed she could do so, and still have ample clearance overhead -- was a confusing fact. Even such ships built for humans had been of notoriously low clearance in many lower decks, requiring even those of average height to sometimes stoop and duck.
"Bizarre..." She leaned forward to place a hand on the floor, and push herself up. She had intended to simply rise up to her knees, then into a crouching walk as she had done before in the business area...but found that she had no need to. She was certain the roof overhead had only been a foot or two clear when she was sitting, but as she stood up to her full height she didn't come anywhere close to hitting it. It stretched overhead, sagging timbers and splinters all, still nearly two feet clear of her hitting it.
"I believe at this moment most would be terribly unsettled and deeply confused," Ashe muttered to herself, as she peered about in the gloom. Aside from the abnormal inconsistency of the ship's vertical dimensions, everything else appeared...mostly untouched and unchanged. There was a thick, bitingly cold fog of thick gray that swirled around the floor, rising up to nearly her knees, and it was incredibly dark and hard to see much of anything. The hooks for hanging lanterns were empty in all places save one, and the glass in it had long ago been smashed out. "How familiar..."
She resigned herself to this new ordeal, and with any curiosity she may have felt already being replaced by a far greater quantity of bitter displeasure, she slowly paced forward over the creaking floorboards toward the door out of this room. With any luck, the ship would hold together long enough for her to find something of use in making an egress from it.
The sensations were nauseating, she suspected. That would have been the word someone with the organic composition to feel such a thing used to describe it all. It was certainly apt here; if she had had a stomach, it would be churning horribly right now. Churning much like the entire location she now resided in, wherever it may have been. She could recognize none of it, save for that it seemed to be composed of...wood.
"Odd..." Even her own voice, as she spoke, sounded strange and distant, as if it came through a curtain of water.
...water?
That was right. It took a monumental effort of will on her part, but she managed to sit up, and the feeling of horrible static and haze in the air momentarily grew far more severe before abruptly halting once she was upright. Her vision seemed to clear, providing her with a sudden sense of clarity and composure that felt even more startling than the nauseating disruptions had been. She had been in the rain just moments ago, she was positive. Stepped outside the business offices, and tried to gain her bearings so she could plot her next course...
Lightning.
She had registered the flash of lightning, and heard -- felt, more than anything -- the impact of it. The horrible crackling, sparking and whining of metal being overloaded, and her internal diagnostic sensors going absolutely haywire. Systems were shorting out and rebooting in complete chaos. Her own awareness had been fragmentary, and she had barely registered the worrying notice of a warning of emergency spatial translocation systems having been activated. Then everything had simply turned into an all-consuming blaze of blue-white light and static electricity.
Her internal clocks and chronometers were thrown completely off, but they were a simple fix thankfully and if they had managed to right themselves at all...it had been at least several days since her sudden jump through space-time and subsequent hard reboot to purge the excess voltage. The original chaos and hazy distortion upon her awakening just now was the last remnants of lingering static being purged from her systems as they finally restarted. That...and some interference from something in the atmosphere, or nearby vicinity.
She couldn't tell where she was, only that by a quick measure of atmospheric composition it was not the same world she had just been on. Wherever her unfortunately-timed activation of emergency teleportation had sent her to, it was a different world entirely.
"This is very frustrating..." She slowly took another look around, trying to ascertain where she had wound up this time, already far more frustrated than she had been during her first awakening n the ruins. Far more than simply frustrated, she was bordering on anger. But that roiling turmoil and near-fury slowly abated and died down, to be replaced with confusion. If she was judging things correctly, then her current position appeared to be...
"A ship."
Not just any ship, either; but a truly ancient one. A wooden vessel, and one that looked to have been abandoned and left to rot for an uncountable number of years. Splinters were visibly showing in many places, the growth of mold was evident in others. Large chunks and sections had warped and twisted out of place, nails were bent and barely hanging on in a worrying number of places. The sound of water dripping distantly, and the musty smell of ancient water (likely once for drinking) long gone stagnant permeated the entire space.
She appeared to be somewhere in one of the holds, well belowdeck. The fact that such a place was even large enough for someone of her stature to sit up at all -- which she now noticed she could do so, and still have ample clearance overhead -- was a confusing fact. Even such ships built for humans had been of notoriously low clearance in many lower decks, requiring even those of average height to sometimes stoop and duck.
"Bizarre..." She leaned forward to place a hand on the floor, and push herself up. She had intended to simply rise up to her knees, then into a crouching walk as she had done before in the business area...but found that she had no need to. She was certain the roof overhead had only been a foot or two clear when she was sitting, but as she stood up to her full height she didn't come anywhere close to hitting it. It stretched overhead, sagging timbers and splinters all, still nearly two feet clear of her hitting it.
"I believe at this moment most would be terribly unsettled and deeply confused," Ashe muttered to herself, as she peered about in the gloom. Aside from the abnormal inconsistency of the ship's vertical dimensions, everything else appeared...mostly untouched and unchanged. There was a thick, bitingly cold fog of thick gray that swirled around the floor, rising up to nearly her knees, and it was incredibly dark and hard to see much of anything. The hooks for hanging lanterns were empty in all places save one, and the glass in it had long ago been smashed out. "How familiar..."
She resigned herself to this new ordeal, and with any curiosity she may have felt already being replaced by a far greater quantity of bitter displeasure, she slowly paced forward over the creaking floorboards toward the door out of this room. With any luck, the ship would hold together long enough for her to find something of use in making an egress from it.