[ Steve can hardly believe that he's back in his room in the Sarstina Inn, and yet when he steps in the door he finds it exactly as he remembers it — even if those memories are weirdly faded and fuzzy.
It had been a whirlwind. Steve had been working to help the more reluctant realize that they'd been dragged into some kind of mass hallucination and then finally the cracks in the sky had become so numerous and so great that it all came falling down. It was a hell of a thing to watch the sky shatter, revealing the crater that they'd entered what felt like eight hundred years (or three months?) ago, the Singularity looming over them.
He doesn't know what month, or even day, it is anymore. Some of the Summoned had been nearly catatonic as they were escorted out of the crater and back through the portals, and Steve hadn't had much chance to check in with anyone during the chaos beyond doing a hasty and incomplete headcount. He had found Sam among the crowd though, making eye contact as they silently understood they would find each other as soon as they made it back to Cadens.
Now they're here, back in the privacy of their own room, and Steve finally feels like he can breathe again. He inhales sharply and realizes that he'd temporarily forgotten what it was like to have air fill his lungs.
God, when was the last time he ate something? He knows it hasn't been as long as it feels, but everything is so jumbled up.
As if on autopilot, he moves over to the couch and falls onto it. He looks up at Sam, snippets of arguments and intimate moments and random little details swirling through his head. It's dizzying. ]
That was...
[ He lifts a hand to rub his eyes and then squeeze the bridge of his nose. ]
post emergence event; their room
It had been a whirlwind. Steve had been working to help the more reluctant realize that they'd been dragged into some kind of mass hallucination and then finally the cracks in the sky had become so numerous and so great that it all came falling down. It was a hell of a thing to watch the sky shatter, revealing the crater that they'd entered what felt like eight hundred years (or three months?) ago, the Singularity looming over them.
He doesn't know what month, or even day, it is anymore. Some of the Summoned had been nearly catatonic as they were escorted out of the crater and back through the portals, and Steve hadn't had much chance to check in with anyone during the chaos beyond doing a hasty and incomplete headcount. He had found Sam among the crowd though, making eye contact as they silently understood they would find each other as soon as they made it back to Cadens.
Now they're here, back in the privacy of their own room, and Steve finally feels like he can breathe again. He inhales sharply and realizes that he'd temporarily forgotten what it was like to have air fill his lungs.
God, when was the last time he ate something? He knows it hasn't been as long as it feels, but everything is so jumbled up.
As if on autopilot, he moves over to the couch and falls onto it. He looks up at Sam, snippets of arguments and intimate moments and random little details swirling through his head. It's dizzying. ]
That was...
[ He lifts a hand to rub his eyes and then squeeze the bridge of his nose. ]
Shit. I don't even know where to start.