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downtime // open to the west coast trailblazers
Who: west coast trailblazers/anyone in their HQ at the time
Where: Trailblazers HQ
When: backdated to just after the tower rescues
What: nessa has been rescued and seriously needs a shower and maybe a cuddle.
Warnings: trauma? IDK
[The last few hours have been a blur. She vaguely remembers what had happened, but honestly, between being broken out of that place and getting here, it's all a little vague. She remembers Jon carrying her, and she remembers crying. It's what she doesn't remember that worries her.
Sometime on the way back, Cynthia had gotten back to them to say she was alright, which was a massive relief for the young shifter. Freaking out that she'd hurt Cynthia--or worse--hadn't helped their escape very well. She hadn't really been all that helpful, suddenly terrified of everything that she was.
Once they got back and everyone had had some time to recover enough to function again, Nessa had pulled away from the group to go visit the showers. She was covered in grime that smelt of blood and oil, and her eyes were still not quite right from when they'd been ambushed. She sat under the shower for a good half an hour, letting the water just run over her, eyes shut, taking deep breaths. After the shower, she found the largest, comfiest sweater she owned, huddling in it, and went to go sit on the porch that lead to their meagre garden area.
She knew other's had started to filter back home, and was sure people would be too distracted with that to notice she'd gone missing. She was okay just to sit and try not to think about anything. She was okay.
Right?]
Where: Trailblazers HQ
When: backdated to just after the tower rescues
What: nessa has been rescued and seriously needs a shower and maybe a cuddle.
Warnings: trauma? IDK
[The last few hours have been a blur. She vaguely remembers what had happened, but honestly, between being broken out of that place and getting here, it's all a little vague. She remembers Jon carrying her, and she remembers crying. It's what she doesn't remember that worries her.
Sometime on the way back, Cynthia had gotten back to them to say she was alright, which was a massive relief for the young shifter. Freaking out that she'd hurt Cynthia--or worse--hadn't helped their escape very well. She hadn't really been all that helpful, suddenly terrified of everything that she was.
Once they got back and everyone had had some time to recover enough to function again, Nessa had pulled away from the group to go visit the showers. She was covered in grime that smelt of blood and oil, and her eyes were still not quite right from when they'd been ambushed. She sat under the shower for a good half an hour, letting the water just run over her, eyes shut, taking deep breaths. After the shower, she found the largest, comfiest sweater she owned, huddling in it, and went to go sit on the porch that lead to their meagre garden area.
She knew other's had started to filter back home, and was sure people would be too distracted with that to notice she'd gone missing. She was okay just to sit and try not to think about anything. She was okay.
Right?]