Room 201, Monday Morning

[cypher_can_fly]

Owen woke up from what... felt... like a fever dream.

He was still sitting on the ground.

Random observations were still ticking away in the back of head, but they weren't so... all-consuming now.

His wrists hurt. As did his legs.

"... I'm going to be sick," he whispered.

At least there was no one here. He'd be mortified if anyone watched him puke his guts out in this bucket.

[[ door closed, post open ]]

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[cypher_can_fly]

"Absolutely fine," Owen said, waving off the question like it was nothing. "It was, er. Last week. That's over."

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina was not particularly tall, so her looming was sort of ridiculous, but she sort of wanted to loom at him anyway.

"That would be more convincing," she said, rather dryly, "if your room didn't smell of vomit."

She offered him the water bottle with a raised eyebrow.

[cypher_can_fly]

Owen pulled a face.

She was still pretty terrifying when looming, strangely enough.

He took the water bottle. "Okay, there might have been a spot of cypher overload, but that's done now too."

[bookbeltof_love]

"And, and you're okay now??????" Nina asked, casting him a searching glance. "Just, overload, and then... nothing???????"

[cypher_can_fly]

"Are you asking if I'm traumatized by the experience of being stuck in my own body all weekend while my skin turned an interesting shade of grey?" Owen wondered.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Well, like, if you want to be direct about it……………."

Nina had been okay with being slightly less direct about it.

"Yes???????????????"

[cypher_can_fly]

Owen pretended to think about it, looking a bit downcast.

Then he scrunched up his nose. "Ah, water under the bridge, I'll get over it," he said, waving it off.

No one repressed quite like Owen Corey, after all.