Coraline turned to the girl with a forced smile. "ATGATT," she said. All the gear, all the time. And in her case, that meant what was in her saddlebags as much as what was on her. Not that I don't trust any of this and want the small armory I carry was something you said to a stranger. "Broke an ankle and wrist first time I wiped out. Learned my lesson then, after that it gets easier. Wear your shit no matter how hot it is and bail early." She laughed shortly. "Helps being at city speeds too. I'd be a wreck coming from the highway even..."
She stopped. New place, possibly new reality. Not sure if native or captive. First things first.
"You, um... local? Know any clinics for a dumb tourist to get checked out? I'm going to feel this in the morning."
She turned her attention to the bike. "Hell, I don't know," she muttered. Depends on how real this is. Who my host is and how good they are at this whole thing. Even if it was real, she was looking at at least surface repairs. Maybe more. She leaned on the bench, trying to look through the bent slats to assess damage but not having any luck with it. What she could see that wasn't down there looked okay, which was reassuring, but the bottom rear half was stuck under the bench. "Mind helping me get it unwedged from this thing? Won't know for sure til it's out. Definitely won't be pretty, but I'm hoping for 'works enough to get there or at least let me get to my stuff'... I've got no hotel, no nothing."
This was nearly textbook supernatural abduction, and abduction was her Thing. Right now the biggest question was whether she'd been spirited away to a different physical place or if this was some kind of alter dimension. The first test was consistent appearance and feel. If it looked like it had bowed a bench or just like the last time she'd happened to look at it, how heavy it was to move. If the person next to her changed in appearance at all now that she'd lookied away. Once she'd established that, she could worry about what it wanted.
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She stopped. New place, possibly new reality. Not sure if native or captive. First things first.
"You, um... local? Know any clinics for a dumb tourist to get checked out? I'm going to feel this in the morning."
She turned her attention to the bike. "Hell, I don't know," she muttered. Depends on how real this is. Who my host is and how good they are at this whole thing. Even if it was real, she was looking at at least surface repairs. Maybe more. She leaned on the bench, trying to look through the bent slats to assess damage but not having any luck with it. What she could see that wasn't down there looked okay, which was reassuring, but the bottom rear half was stuck under the bench. "Mind helping me get it unwedged from this thing? Won't know for sure til it's out. Definitely won't be pretty, but I'm hoping for 'works enough to get there or at least let me get to my stuff'... I've got no hotel, no nothing."
This was nearly textbook supernatural abduction, and abduction was her Thing. Right now the biggest question was whether she'd been spirited away to a different physical place or if this was some kind of alter dimension. The first test was consistent appearance and feel. If it looked like it had bowed a bench or just like the last time she'd happened to look at it, how heavy it was to move. If the person next to her changed in appearance at all now that she'd lookied away. Once she'd established that, she could worry about what it wanted.