Across the Universe Found

It's Awkward Waking in a Jelly Jar...

It dawned on me when they woke me, that I never bothered to worry about how I was supposed to get out of the suspension jelly. It was easy enough to allow gravity to sink me into position when I got into the gunk, but it's very viscosity wasn't exactly conducive to swimming about. So I just hung there quietly, as I allowed my mind and body to finish waking, all while feeling like some huge bit of fruit in a jelly jar. Thanks to the overly familiar suit they crammed us in, I didn't feel like I was about burst with the need to use the bathroom though. Which was great since I really wasn't keen on the idea of an accidente while trapped in this stuff. Gross is less than an understatement. My mental meandering was thankfully cut short by a tapping on the tanks front. I focused my eyes there to see a rando medical tech smiling at me. I felt a confusing twinge of disappointment that it wasn't either of my mates to be. I knew it was silly to feel that way, we didn't know each other. Maybe at some point me might reach a level of familiarity to warrant such an expectation. Until then, I yanked my hurt puppy feelings in and told her to suck it up buttercup, they only want us for shield we are no doubt going to provide against whatever prompted them to do something so unprecedented as to offer sanctuary to six poached female aliens by basically marrying one of them.

Thusly reminded of my own circumstances, I made myself slow motion wave at the tech to acknowledge his attempt to gain my attention. Upon noting his success, he pointed downwards while also making a head motion that suggested I should look down as well. After doing so, I saw the bottom of the tank rising towards me. Ah, so that's how I was getting out, the base had a built in riser... sweet. I wiggled a bit as I readied myself, and made sure to keep my feet tilted properly so they would lie flat on the riser as it made contact with them. I then braced my leg muscles and back as I sluggishly sloughed through the solution to the top of the tank, which had been opened in anticipation of my release. I lifted my hands above me, intending to grab the side of the tank and make it easier to get my own happy ass out. But before I could even glance around to find a handhold, my hands were each clasped in two heated grasps. I blinked rapidly from behind my mask as I peer up at my hands, then follow the ones holding them to their owners. Shade and Shadow stare softly back at me, taking in the owlish expression on my face with amusement.

They did show up after all... be still my foolish heart. Silly thing skipped a beat, then got all a flutter at the sight of them waiting to greet me. They tugged my hands to get me moving, and I allowed them to pull me from the goo, which gave an unseemly slurping noise when my ass broke the surface. I knew I had to be bright red, and they didn't help when they snickered a bit. I harrumphed at them in affront, which only made them smirk and pull me into them as my feet met the small platform next to the tanks edge. I didn't even want to think of how gross I must have looked, hair plastered to my head, slime still on my cheeks in little splats. I looked around to see if there was a towel or something to wipe the gunk off, but was thwarted in my quest when Shade gripped both my hands so that Shadow could free my face from the mask. I pursed my lips closed tightly, not even taking a chance on wafting tank breath in Shades face. By the half smile and glint in his eyes, I was pretty sure he knew what I was about. I ducked my head, not liking how out of sorts I was feeling. I just knew I really wanted a shower, and a toothbrush, pronto.

Seeming to sense I wasn't in the mood for teasing, Shadow told Shade they were cleared to escort me to the rejuvenation suites. I wondered how those differed from the cleansing suites in the regular medical bay.  Found out as we approached a series of cubicles that when in use, emitted a warm golden glow. The boys steered me to an empty one, before giving me a gentle shove into it and shutting me in. A video screen to one side lit up, showing how to remove the suit, and which chute it went into within the cubicle. I heave a sigh of bliss as soon as the suit slops to the floor with an obscene splat. I grimace at how the impact mists my feet and legs slightly with nearly arctic suspension solution remnants. Shivering I crouch to grab the sodden mess in one hand while hugging myself around the tata's with the other in a vain attempt to retain heat. The now snagged dirty laundry is deposited into the indicated chute, the door sliding smoothly closed behind it, as the sensors detect it's presence. A faint beep and thrum occurs at that point, making me glance around as I turn a tight circle, as I try to pinpoint the sounds origin.