Wander and inquire. || Open
Unfamiliar, this place. Is it a bubble? You can't quite tell, but if it is it is no bubble you've been before and certainly not a memory of your own.
What it is is motherfucking warm, and you find yourself not only lost but.. alive? A hand to your chest reveals that yes, that's the beat of your bloodpusher. Been a good while since you felt that.
Odd.
You look about, squinting against the sun and you notice some others seemingly new to this place as well if the confused looks and lilts to their voices are any indication. Ah, but at least it isn't you alone not knowing, and there's a motherfucking comfort in that.
In situations such as this the general reaction would be to call out to one of them and inquire of their knowledge of the place.
As is, you lack the capability to do so, and so you move closer to observe their conversations.









