A. [With the pod, Alicent had felt as if she were suffocating, the fungus tightly wrapped around her. There had been a body behind her, but it never moved, leaving her to tear at the membrane on her own. Her fingers were long ago torn apart, leaving her hands slippery with sweat and blood as she had contended with pain.
That had been difficult, but climbing down is far worse. The protruding rock is too far up and with only vines to use, she is forced to rely on makeshift rope. There are thorns that further tear at her skin. It's only when she's halfway down before the searing pain is too much.
She can only pray someone is near enough to hear her.]
Help? Is someone there?
B. [Food doesn't seem to be provided. Instead, there's rotting corn husks, fungus and (from what she's seen) rodents that some are relying on. It turns her stomach, a woman far too used to luxury, now having to rely on her intuition on how exactly to get by. The water is fought over, leaving her with the awareness that she's going to have to make do on little.
For food, there's at least something that hadn't been removed from her person. Wrapped and tied to her waist is a small bag, bearing bread and cheese, already half eaten before she was taken, but precious at least.
Despite knowing she should hoarde it, she can't completely ignore the sufferings of those she knows.]
Have you eaten?
C. [The Accolyte masks are horrific, the lack of eyes leave her feeling goosebumps along her arms. They seemed inhuman, otherworldly, aloof and cold to those all around them. She knew she had no hope at attacking, attempting to overpower them as others were trying. Instead, she did what is easiest, staying to the side and observing those around her.
There is one almost guarded. Her hands are wringing together, a gesture Alicent knows well. That look of anxiety, that almost seeming guilt, it's some sort of chance. (Also seeing what plants she takes, it gives her an idea of what to pick when food runs out.)
She sidles up to another, keeping her eyes on the outlier.]
OTA: Week One (Arrival & Survival/Investigations)
That had been difficult, but climbing down is far worse. The protruding rock is too far up and with only vines to use, she is forced to rely on makeshift rope. There are thorns that further tear at her skin. It's only when she's halfway down before the searing pain is too much.
She can only pray someone is near enough to hear her.]
Help? Is someone there?
B. [Food doesn't seem to be provided. Instead, there's rotting corn husks, fungus and (from what she's seen) rodents that some are relying on. It turns her stomach, a woman far too used to luxury, now having to rely on her intuition on how exactly to get by. The water is fought over, leaving her with the awareness that she's going to have to make do on little.
For food, there's at least something that hadn't been removed from her person. Wrapped and tied to her waist is a small bag, bearing bread and cheese, already half eaten before she was taken, but precious at least.
Despite knowing she should hoarde it, she can't completely ignore the sufferings of those she knows.]
Have you eaten?
C. [The Accolyte masks are horrific, the lack of eyes leave her feeling goosebumps along her arms. They seemed inhuman, otherworldly, aloof and cold to those all around them. She knew she had no hope at attacking, attempting to overpower them as others were trying. Instead, she did what is easiest, staying to the side and observing those around her.
There is one almost guarded. Her hands are wringing together, a gesture Alicent knows well. That look of anxiety, that almost seeming guilt, it's some sort of chance. (Also seeing what plants she takes, it gives her an idea of what to pick when food runs out.)
She sidles up to another, keeping her eyes on the outlier.]
She seems sympathetic.