In Yoshimi's opinion, it was quite disconcerting to go, in the blink of an eye, from one's cramped, messy apartment, cat-in-lap, to the floor of strange place that she was absolutely sure she had never been/seen/heard of before.
In Yoshimi's opinion, it was also quite horrible to look down, wondering why everything felt so much more... intimate, and discover that she was not only stark naked but also covered in something so very gross that she didn't even want to begin trying to figure out what it was. A few foul words slipped from her mouth, not in any particularly emphatic way, and she reached a hand up to brush her hair out of her face.
The necessity of the action brought her up short, and she froze, this seeming to get to her more than anything so far. After glancing hopefully at her wrists for a rubber band, she realized that she had nothing with which to tie her hair up. The foul words were much more emphatic this time, and she stood up, glaring at the goopy strands of pink hanging in her face.
"Ganesha, you are not doing this to me," she muttered, frowning. After a moment of silence, she raised her voice. "Hey, if someone's going to come rape and murder me, please get it over with! I don't really like the whole pulsing floor bit, nor do I really appreciate being covered in... whatever this is!"
No one physically replied; in fact, she didn't hear or see any signs of other inhabitants. She stood blankly for a long moment when someone spoke to her in her head, and she twitched visibly. The warmth in that voice made her feel odd, though; people didn't usually speak to her like that unless they were her parents, and she hadn't spoken to them for several months now.
||You are in no danger here. Follow the lights and you will be cleaned and clothed.||
Yoshimi blinked, looked around quickly, and sighed.
"Well, if I'm gonna be held hostage, at least my captor is compassionate..." she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest self-consciously and following the voice's order. It didn't occur to her to question the sanity of listening to a person in her head; if she was going to go insane, it would have happened long ago, so she didn't think it likely at this point.
The cleaning and clothing process was, needless to say, quite disturbing and uncomfortable.
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In Yoshimi's opinion, it was also quite horrible to look down, wondering why everything felt so much more... intimate, and discover that she was not only stark naked but also covered in something so very gross that she didn't even want to begin trying to figure out what it was. A few foul words slipped from her mouth, not in any particularly emphatic way, and she reached a hand up to brush her hair out of her face.
The necessity of the action brought her up short, and she froze, this seeming to get to her more than anything so far. After glancing hopefully at her wrists for a rubber band, she realized that she had nothing with which to tie her hair up. The foul words were much more emphatic this time, and she stood up, glaring at the goopy strands of pink hanging in her face.
"Ganesha, you are not doing this to me," she muttered, frowning. After a moment of silence, she raised her voice. "Hey, if someone's going to come rape and murder me, please get it over with! I don't really like the whole pulsing floor bit, nor do I really appreciate being covered in... whatever this is!"
No one physically replied; in fact, she didn't hear or see any signs of other inhabitants. She stood blankly for a long moment when someone spoke to her in her head, and she twitched visibly. The warmth in that voice made her feel odd, though; people didn't usually speak to her like that unless they were her parents, and she hadn't spoken to them for several months now.
||You are in no danger here. Follow the lights and you will be cleaned and clothed.||
Yoshimi blinked, looked around quickly, and sighed.
"Well, if I'm gonna be held hostage, at least my captor is compassionate..." she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest self-consciously and following the voice's order. It didn't occur to her to question the sanity of listening to a person in her head; if she was going to go insane, it would have happened long ago, so she didn't think it likely at this point.
The cleaning and clothing process was, needless to say, quite disturbing and uncomfortable.