[ The whole situation is an overload. It's not just the sudden change of local that throws her, it's everything. She's suffered through an eternity of solitude, unable to touch the world around her in any meaningful way. Unable to speak and expect an answer, people looking and walking right through her. And just like that, it changes. Hands grip her and guide her along, eyes lock with her own, try to make her understand the importance of silence.
The words don't connect, her mind is stuck on the fact that she can be seen. Where she is doesn't matter, it's not like she has anywhere else to go. What matters is she's no longer alone. She's no longer stuck as the observer in a world that she stopped truly caring about.
The natives will occasionally give her strange looks because every so often, especially during her initial interactions with them, she just flickers out of existence. One second she's there, the next she's not, the hand holding clamping down on nothing.
And then she's back.
She stands outside the reset room, watching people as they leave. Every time someone makes eye contact or looks in her direction, her stomach flutters anxiously--anxiety, she almost wants to laugh. She hasn't felt that in so long. Unfortunately, she's still not sure this is even real. For all she knows she's asleep somewhere.
So without warning, she grabs your hand. There's no preamble. No 'hello' or 'Sorry, I just want to make sure this is real.' She just reaches out, takes your hand, and squeezes it gently, her gaze focused intensely on the point where your hands meet.
It's probably really fucking weird. ]
B. Liplocked
[ Jealousy coils in her gut like a poison, roiling whenever she sees someone approach the new-comer. She's never felt something this intense, but it's only right...right? She's suffered so long, she deserves this person's affections. She deserves to have something good happen for. Once.
If she sees anyone making gaga eyes at The Person Of Hearts she storms up, fists clenched. ]
Stay away.
[ And maybe your character's own jealousy spikes, Beth's curse reaching out to make everything that much worse. ]
C. Wildcard
[ Choose your own adventure! Beth can be found on Patrols, every so often flickering out of existence, or blushing furiously at your character after drinking some of the 'ol love juice. Or maybe your character gets a weird, garbled text message that makes no goddamn sense! The possibilities are endless. ]
Bethany Goodrich ; Original
The words don't connect, her mind is stuck on the fact that she can be seen. Where she is doesn't matter, it's not like she has anywhere else to go. What matters is she's no longer alone. She's no longer stuck as the observer in a world that she stopped truly caring about.
The natives will occasionally give her strange looks because every so often, especially during her initial interactions with them, she just flickers out of existence. One second she's there, the next she's not, the hand holding clamping down on nothing.
And then she's back.
She stands outside the reset room, watching people as they leave. Every time someone makes eye contact or looks in her direction, her stomach flutters anxiously--anxiety, she almost wants to laugh. She hasn't felt that in so long. Unfortunately, she's still not sure this is even real. For all she knows she's asleep somewhere.
So without warning, she grabs your hand. There's no preamble. No 'hello' or 'Sorry, I just want to make sure this is real.' She just reaches out, takes your hand, and squeezes it gently, her gaze focused intensely on the point where your hands meet.
It's probably really fucking weird. ]
B. Liplocked
If she sees anyone making gaga eyes at The Person Of Hearts she storms up, fists clenched. ]
Stay away.
[ And maybe your character's own jealousy spikes, Beth's curse reaching out to make everything that much worse. ]
C. Wildcard