[ Maybe it's your first day in the real world, maybe it's your second week. Either way, you're still fresh, weak — figuring out how to cope. The sound of an electronic whirring registers in your ears before the warmth of a handprint presses against your shoulder firmly. ]
Can you hear me?
[ "Soothing" isn't exactly the right word, but the voice is smooth and even. A little rough around the edges, maybe, with just a hint of curtness. Not overwhelmingly concerned, to say the least. ]
MATRIX
[ It's the kind of silence that becomes overwhelming, given time. The white walls are mostly clean, lit by a soft blue light without any obvious source. Fairly standard space station material, if you're familiar with science fiction.
Utilitarian piping and panels are all that same off-white, running the length of the hallway that opens up onto a small octagonal room. There are monitors at the front, but they're quiet, too. The only sounds are your footsteps and the growing throb of your own blood flow in your ears, but that's all broken by the sound of a sharp hiss from one side of the room. ]
Shhh.
[ The woman's sitting in front of one of the consoles, leaning forward onto her elbows, chin propped up in one hand. She looks like someone parked in front of a television set, though there's no obvious source of entertainment. Either way, she doesn't bother turning around to face you. ]
alex bradshaw | oc
[ Maybe it's your first day in the real world, maybe it's your second week. Either way, you're still fresh, weak — figuring out how to cope. The sound of an electronic whirring registers in your ears before the warmth of a handprint presses against your shoulder firmly. ]
Can you hear me?
[ "Soothing" isn't exactly the right word, but the voice is smooth and even. A little rough around the edges, maybe, with just a hint of curtness. Not overwhelmingly concerned, to say the least. ]
MATRIX
[ It's the kind of silence that becomes overwhelming, given time. The white walls are mostly clean, lit by a soft blue light without any obvious source. Fairly standard space station material, if you're familiar with science fiction.
Utilitarian piping and panels are all that same off-white, running the length of the hallway that opens up onto a small octagonal room. There are monitors at the front, but they're quiet, too. The only sounds are your footsteps and the growing throb of your own blood flow in your ears, but that's all broken by the sound of a sharp hiss from one side of the room. ]
Shhh.
[ The woman's sitting in front of one of the consoles, leaning forward onto her elbows, chin propped up in one hand. She looks like someone parked in front of a television set, though there's no obvious source of entertainment. Either way, she doesn't bother turning around to face you. ]