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thecapitol2014-04-01 11:50 pm
ecphrasis) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-01 11:50 pm
there's a light at each end of this tunnel [open]
Who| Molly Hooper & you.
What| Wandering.
Where| The training center, choose a level.
When| Just after her arrival.
Warnings/Notes| I'll roll with anything! She could be outside the center, joined in the elevator, on any random floor, etc.
Molly Hooper has no idea what is happening.
The series of events she has just gone through do not make sense. As she stands just outside the elevator on the tenth floor of apartments in the training center, she recaps them in her mind: she had been at Bart's working on a double homicide; she had presumably blacked out and woken up on a hard metal cot; an explanation that she hadn't fully been able to grasp had been given before she had been whisked up an elevator to this place they said was to live.
And for a few long moments, all she can think is that no, this isn't where she lives. She lives in a flat not far from the hospital, with her cat Toby and a Chinese takeout place right down the street. She lives in London, on the only Earth that has ever existed. No Capitol, no arenas, none of these things they tell her exist really can, because if they did--if they did--
Molly Hooper is frightened, and she cannot make herself feel otherwise.
Suddenly, she turns and slams her palm against the elevator button, willing it to return quickly. Once inside she presses a button, she doesn't know which one, trying to control her breathing. She needs to leave this place, find a way back to London, to her job and her cat and vague newspaper clippings about Sherlock's "suicide." Those are things she wants, needs, things that make sense. Those are things that will tell her that none of this is real and that they don't actually expect her to hurt anyone. Those things still need to exist or else Molly Hooper doesn't know if she can survive this place.
What| Wandering.
Where| The training center, choose a level.
When| Just after her arrival.
Warnings/Notes| I'll roll with anything! She could be outside the center, joined in the elevator, on any random floor, etc.
Molly Hooper has no idea what is happening.
The series of events she has just gone through do not make sense. As she stands just outside the elevator on the tenth floor of apartments in the training center, she recaps them in her mind: she had been at Bart's working on a double homicide; she had presumably blacked out and woken up on a hard metal cot; an explanation that she hadn't fully been able to grasp had been given before she had been whisked up an elevator to this place they said was to live.
And for a few long moments, all she can think is that no, this isn't where she lives. She lives in a flat not far from the hospital, with her cat Toby and a Chinese takeout place right down the street. She lives in London, on the only Earth that has ever existed. No Capitol, no arenas, none of these things they tell her exist really can, because if they did--if they did--
Molly Hooper is frightened, and she cannot make herself feel otherwise.
Suddenly, she turns and slams her palm against the elevator button, willing it to return quickly. Once inside she presses a button, she doesn't know which one, trying to control her breathing. She needs to leave this place, find a way back to London, to her job and her cat and vague newspaper clippings about Sherlock's "suicide." Those are things she wants, needs, things that make sense. Those are things that will tell her that none of this is real and that they don't actually expect her to hurt anyone. Those things still need to exist or else Molly Hooper doesn't know if she can survive this place.
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She blinks rapidly for a moment with his sudden change in demeanor. There has to be a reason for it, but Molly can't for the life of her put her finger on what it is. Instead, she nods a bit, looking down for a split second. "Yeah, that's--probably a good idea."
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Quite the opposite.
He took a step back, gesturing for the elevator.
"Hungry?"
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