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Tally DorNearly two hundred years. Two hundred years, stuck in a stasis pod. Conscious or not, it was Sam Alkin's worst nightmare. But when she stumbled out of the pod it was not as blissful as she had thought it would be. The air stung her throat, her body felt stiff and unused, and she had to manually opened her eyelids with her hands to get the process going. The cold metal of the stasis pod pressed against her flesh as she leaned against it, and gradually the discomfort encouraged her to push herself off and take a few baby steps away. For a few more minutes she stood uncertainly, blinking wildly at the spinning world before she finally came back to her senses and, with a renewed urge to find something of familiarity, made her way away from the stasis pods and towards people.
She was halfway through the doorway when she remembered the quiz, and with a large amount or trepidation Sam turned back. It wasn't a good sign that she'd forgotten about it, but she'd be damned if she ever made the trip back home, especially so soon. With that thought, she quickly reminded herself that this was her home now. She had to let go of the past, that was the whole point of coming here. To start again. She was pleased to realise that her motor functions were almost returning to normal, and reached the computer with a minimum amount of stumbling. When she was there, she logged on and completed the quiz slowly. The cheery ding of the computer reassured her, and she sighed in relief. No home trip for Sam, not today. 10 o'clock in the morning - good. Plenty of time to get sorted, and scout out the local area for a bit. For a second time, she made her way towards the others.
Though she generally tried to avoid too much interaction with other humanoids, she realised that she would have to communicate to see what was going on. She passed by people who were confused and dazed, searching for somebody who knew what they were doing. A strange blue form caught her eye by the hatch, and triggered a sense of recognition. Her memory was hazy and clouded, but after a minute or two of staring she remembered who it was. The immortal phoenix. Not only were they standing at an open hatch doing something, they had also been awake for the entire journey. She made her way over to the phoenix, and only paused for a second to gawp at the outside. There would be time for that later, and she would be getting used to the view. Hesitantly she coughed, then coughed louder to try to gain her attention.
When she thought she may have succeeded, Sam started talking. Her voice was unnervingly gruff and cracked from lack of use, and it took her several times to form the words she wanted to say. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but tried not to draw too much attention to her struggles. Damn, she should have done this before trying to talk to somebody. Finally Sam recovered, and looked up. "Hello... I've just woken up, but you've been awake for this whole time, right? Do you know what's going on. What we're supposed to be doing?" She hesitated and the shade of red that her face had already gone turned redder. She should have remembered all of this, but her memory was letting her down. Two hundred years was a long time. While waiting for a reply, she determined first to locate her animals, and then to explore the land outside; with them, or without. And to help out around the ship, naturally, although it wasn't her main priority.
She was halfway through the doorway when she remembered the quiz, and with a large amount or trepidation Sam turned back. It wasn't a good sign that she'd forgotten about it, but she'd be damned if she ever made the trip back home, especially so soon. With that thought, she quickly reminded herself that this was her home now. She had to let go of the past, that was the whole point of coming here. To start again. She was pleased to realise that her motor functions were almost returning to normal, and reached the computer with a minimum amount of stumbling. When she was there, she logged on and completed the quiz slowly. The cheery ding of the computer reassured her, and she sighed in relief. No home trip for Sam, not today. 10 o'clock in the morning - good. Plenty of time to get sorted, and scout out the local area for a bit. For a second time, she made her way towards the others.
Though she generally tried to avoid too much interaction with other humanoids, she realised that she would have to communicate to see what was going on. She passed by people who were confused and dazed, searching for somebody who knew what they were doing. A strange blue form caught her eye by the hatch, and triggered a sense of recognition. Her memory was hazy and clouded, but after a minute or two of staring she remembered who it was. The immortal phoenix. Not only were they standing at an open hatch doing something, they had also been awake for the entire journey. She made her way over to the phoenix, and only paused for a second to gawp at the outside. There would be time for that later, and she would be getting used to the view. Hesitantly she coughed, then coughed louder to try to gain her attention.
When she thought she may have succeeded, Sam started talking. Her voice was unnervingly gruff and cracked from lack of use, and it took her several times to form the words she wanted to say. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but tried not to draw too much attention to her struggles. Damn, she should have done this before trying to talk to somebody. Finally Sam recovered, and looked up. "Hello... I've just woken up, but you've been awake for this whole time, right? Do you know what's going on. What we're supposed to be doing?" She hesitated and the shade of red that her face had already gone turned redder. She should have remembered all of this, but her memory was letting her down. Two hundred years was a long time. While waiting for a reply, she determined first to locate her animals, and then to explore the land outside; with them, or without. And to help out around the ship, naturally, although it wasn't her main priority.
