[13] You stumble into bed, climbing into it with a small sigh. Sleep comes to you as quickly as your head hits the pillow, not even your sore, aching body can stop you from sleeping.
[3] You dream half-remembered nightmares. Metallic insects rip and tear at your flesh, corpses rise only to twist and rend into abominations with far too many mouths and teeth. Your friends die, only to turn and attack you. Emma twists into a bloated aberration, all thrashing razorwire tentacles, grabbing at your throat as you scream for mercy. The fire never comes to save you this time.
[13] Emma, however, does. She shakes you from your nightmares, looking equal parts concerned and exhausted. She shushes you as you ask questions, helping to remake the bed you scrambled apart in your fitful sleep. As you drift back to sleep, she lays down next to you.
[-] You awake the next morning, emerging from your room into a crowded common space. Everyone is at work making breakfast, Emma and Eric working together to direct the flow of food and labor, as they normally do. No one gives you a second glance, and, grateful for the routine, you begin to set the tables and pour the water.
They don't let you cook anymore, not after you burned water during the first day.
Breakfast is simple and filling. A fruit-based grain meal porridge, with fried chunks of salted [meat] and a boiled, grey egg that someone brought home the other night from the stores in town. You're still a little hungry by the end of it, but you've come to accept that as part of your existence here. The food never fills you up.
Emma helps with the dishes and leaves quickly after that, heading to the communication's wing of the main building. You, on the other hand, head towards Brother Hop's room.
You are Pheobe Gainer.
You are peckish
Your back is healing.
You have a headache
Neck:
A comfortable mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A damaged, grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. Torso:
A new, fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. (hidden)
Lower Body:
New, Grey semi-formal pants.Hands:
A pair of leather gloves. Feet:
Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet:
A pair of fur-trimmed leather boots.
In Holster: A brand new, grey las-pistol 240/250
[1.1 credits] in local bills
Overload: Beginner.
Healing Factor: Beginner.
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-five years. Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole, (Cordial),
--Contactable through Mail, Tyler Hop
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Friend: Emma Thornton (?)
--Low influence with The Thornton Family
Schoolyard clique:
--6 young men and women, of intelligence (respectful, friendly)
--3 young men and women, of strength (respectful, friendly)
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