Setsuna's not really paying attention to the announcements, though she knows she should be; it's not that she doesn't care or doesn't worry what she might be missing, but she's feeling attention-shredded from the past few days and there's a phantom jitter in her chest where the nanochain shock implant went in. She knows it's fine - not fine, but healed, without problems beyond "it exists, and that's a problem enough!" as her brain helpfully whisper-shrieks at her - she just can't seem to convince her body it's fine.
So she's lost the ability to really process what she's hearing, going through the aimless motions of not-having-anything-else-to-do while she waits to find out ... well, anything. She doesn't even know where they've imprisoned Akarun, and thinking about how scared and alone her fairy must be right now without any idea where Setsuna might be makes her heart race even if her actions seem listless by contrast. There's a science lab somewhere on this Rig, but she knows it's not on this floor, and maybe if she wanders around enough and gets turned aside enough someone will not just turn her away but point her in the actual direction of someone ... anyone, really ... who she can see some hope of basic decency inside, and who can help, too.
So as she steps inside the elevator, she doesn't even press a button immediately, the need to exhale her worries in an exhausted sigh rising up too strong. She doesn't even notice that there's anyone else in the elevator before her. She stays like that even after the doors close, shaken out of it only as the elevator begins to move ... and then just as readily stops, too soon.
Finally some of the earlier announcements sink in, and her heart sinks a little with them. "Oh, no."
2i. INTERIOR WRECKORATING
Setsuna's brandishing a soup ladle as menacingly as a sixteen-year-old possibly can when faced with a hopping - literally hopping - mad vending machine, cafeteria tray held up as a shield in the other as she alternately tries dodging hurled cans of soda flung like fizzy grenades and blocking spit-up bags of "potato crisps" with the tray.
She's doing pretty good at it, honestly, but there's other people in the room and she's worried about how long she can keep this up much less how long she can keep it from noticing there's other potential targets for its wrath.
She bites off a cry as she accidentally blocks a can instead of a bag and the impact shudders up her entire arm, hissing soda dripping down the bland beige of the cafeteria tray.
"Oh, come on!" She yells at the vending machine. "You're supposed to be ..." She trails off briefly, struggling to find the right way to speak to the angry object. "You're supposed to nourish the bellies of the people onboard this Rig, not punish them for their hunger! Don't you know how much they need the kind of tasty snacks only you can feed them?"
She's not sure she's getting through to it at all, but at least it's not trying to shut up anyone else.
Setsuna Higashi | FRESH PRETTY CURE
Setsuna's not really paying attention to the announcements, though she knows she should be; it's not that she doesn't care or doesn't worry what she might be missing, but she's feeling attention-shredded from the past few days and there's a phantom jitter in her chest where the nanochain shock implant went in. She knows it's fine - not fine, but healed, without problems beyond "it exists, and that's a problem enough!" as her brain helpfully whisper-shrieks at her - she just can't seem to convince her body it's fine.
So she's lost the ability to really process what she's hearing, going through the aimless motions of not-having-anything-else-to-do while she waits to find out ... well, anything. She doesn't even know where they've imprisoned Akarun, and thinking about how scared and alone her fairy must be right now without any idea where Setsuna might be makes her heart race even if her actions seem listless by contrast. There's a science lab somewhere on this Rig, but she knows it's not on this floor, and maybe if she wanders around enough and gets turned aside enough someone will not just turn her away but point her in the actual direction of someone ... anyone, really ... who she can see some hope of basic decency inside, and who can help, too.
So as she steps inside the elevator, she doesn't even press a button immediately, the need to exhale her worries in an exhausted sigh rising up too strong. She doesn't even notice that there's anyone else in the elevator before her. She stays like that even after the doors close, shaken out of it only as the elevator begins to move ... and then just as readily stops, too soon.
Finally some of the earlier announcements sink in, and her heart sinks a little with them. "Oh, no."
2i. INTERIOR WRECKORATING
Setsuna's brandishing a soup ladle as menacingly as a sixteen-year-old possibly can when faced with a hopping - literally hopping - mad vending machine, cafeteria tray held up as a shield in the other as she alternately tries dodging hurled cans of soda flung like fizzy grenades and blocking spit-up bags of "potato crisps" with the tray.
She's doing pretty good at it, honestly, but there's other people in the room and she's worried about how long she can keep this up much less how long she can keep it from noticing there's other potential targets for its wrath.
She bites off a cry as she accidentally blocks a can instead of a bag and the impact shudders up her entire arm, hissing soda dripping down the bland beige of the cafeteria tray.
"Oh, come on!" She yells at the vending machine. "You're supposed to be ..." She trails off briefly, struggling to find the right way to speak to the angry object. "You're supposed to nourish the bellies of the people onboard this Rig, not punish them for their hunger! Don't you know how much they need the kind of tasty snacks only you can feed them?"
She's not sure she's getting through to it at all, but at least it's not trying to shut up anyone else.