Walk A Mile: Epilogue (Nexus LOL Conclusion)

[workthroughit]

While these meetings would perhaps suggest the formality of his desk, Dr. Hill instead is strolling through the Nexus, smiling as he watches the snowflakes drift down from the sky. A take-away cup is held in both his hands, the drink gently steaming.

He seems content to just wander for a time, more interested in his coffee and the falling snow than addressing anyone just yet. The psychoanalyst seems perfectly unaware how bizarre his previous appearance ended up being, or that his prolonged absence since then was also sorely noted. Unaware or uncaring.

Finally, after one last sip of coffee, he simply asks, tone light and conversational: "Well? What did we learn?"

((The conclusion post for the bodyswap event! Get yer details here before tagging in! Also, feel free to tag in if your character just wants to talk to/yell at the doctor in general. And don't hesitate to comment on the OOC post or send me a PM if you have any concerns or questions!))

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[red_room]

The drink Natasha had been sipping on clatters to the ground when the feeling strikes again. She'd forgotten how absolutely wrong it feels to be taken out of yourself and deposited elsewhere.

She blinks rapidly. Staring at her own knees. A sharp inhale. A quick glance upwards.

Vanyel is staring down at her and they share a moment of complete and utter relief before Natasha is straightening up and tucking a hand through her hair. Vanyel did a good job of keeping her looking sharp.

"I've done worse, but let's not do this again." She trusts he'll agree there. Dr. Hill gets a glance now. "Neither one of us is slow enough to need repeat lessons, after all."

[drehnifusbahi]

He managed to keep hold of his, but only just; having it in hand helps a little, giving him something to focus on as the chills and nausea subside. It also helps that he's able to reach for his magicka again, even if he's not about to cast anything.

His hands drift to his belt, taking stock of the weapons there - not that they were swapped long enough for any of them to get lost or damaged, but old habits die hard.

"Agreed, on both counts." He, too, has done worse, but that doesn't mean he's eager to repeat this experience.