Reira doesn't exactly have a lot to contribute to the team, but then again most of the people on the 'team' are like that. The few who can contribute do so immediately- and it's only a little bit after they're all lectured and told to sit tight that anything happens at all. Suddenly unconscious bodies are being dragged in, with a small number of pilfered sheets and blankets, with some very unique instructions.
'Cut these into strips, take off their clothes, and tie their wrists and feet'.
Cutting sheets is easy- Reira does so while other people handle the clothes and bodies deal, simply handing long strips of sheet over as she shears the fabric with her teeth. It's not long after this that Joker is getting people gathered about to hack at them with a sword of all things.
Apparently it's the only thing that's worked on these suits. Or. Well. Was. At one point, more people arrive- through the teleporter even, rather than the water. Ignatius, and a few of those who saved him, come to try and recover. Certain bundles of magic are given back, and Reira quietly feels her own sense of the emotions around her fade, before another sword is brought forward for the task of cutting suits free.
Which is exactly how she ends up with a bunch of chunks off the top and the arms in particular, before she's handed a stolen set of leggings and a long robe-like vest (from the 'normal' technicians, best she can tell), and told to...
Do her best.
She has to cut the shirt sleeves a bit so she can get her arms in. Well. A lot actually, but over all it's rather like a dress. A spare sheet strip is in the set of clothes she's handed, and she uses that to tie the leggings about her waist before rolling the cuffs up.
...Rolling them...about as far as the knees could be, on the original owner.
It's the best anyone can do after all.
It's when she's finally getting that suit off in the first place, peeling it down like a soaked wet-suit (except tighter, more like being stuck in something perhaps), that she sees... That.
The screen goes a little dull and orange with the mild alarm and confusion. The colours shift slowly, as do her emotions. She pokes at it, feels about the frame, and stares some more.
And quietly, setting the shirt back down, notes that even with this there's a faint glow to be seen from under the fabric.
So that's what they did, she thinks dully.
She walks back out in her temporary 'new clothes', and takes a seat on a bench to sit. Not moving until someone comes perhaps a bit too close to ignore.
The screen never changes in response to other's emotions, notably.
Her empathy was blocked, after all. Right now it's only showing her feelings.
[[OOC - For those on other teams regrouping here, make sure to note about how long in the escape is when you tag- I just want to make sure to keep track of that kind of thing...]]
REIRA | OTA | TEAM FORTRESS (STAFF STOREFRONT, 20+ MIN AFTER BREAKOUT)
'Cut these into strips, take off their clothes, and tie their wrists and feet'.
Cutting sheets is easy- Reira does so while other people handle the clothes and bodies deal, simply handing long strips of sheet over as she shears the fabric with her teeth. It's not long after this that Joker is getting people gathered about to hack at them with a sword of all things.
Apparently it's the only thing that's worked on these suits. Or. Well. Was. At one point, more people arrive- through the teleporter even, rather than the water. Ignatius, and a few of those who saved him, come to try and recover. Certain bundles of magic are given back, and Reira quietly feels her own sense of the emotions around her fade, before another sword is brought forward for the task of cutting suits free.
Which is exactly how she ends up with a bunch of chunks off the top and the arms in particular, before she's handed a stolen set of leggings and a long robe-like vest (from the 'normal' technicians, best she can tell), and told to...
Do her best.
She has to cut the shirt sleeves a bit so she can get her arms in. Well. A lot actually, but over all it's rather like a dress. A spare sheet strip is in the set of clothes she's handed, and she uses that to tie the leggings about her waist before rolling the cuffs up.
...Rolling them...about as far as the knees could be, on the original owner.
It's the best anyone can do after all.
It's when she's finally getting that suit off in the first place, peeling it down like a soaked wet-suit (except tighter, more like being stuck in something perhaps), that she sees... That.
The screen goes a little dull and orange with the mild alarm and confusion. The colours shift slowly, as do her emotions. She pokes at it, feels about the frame, and stares some more.
And quietly, setting the shirt back down, notes that even with this there's a faint glow to be seen from under the fabric.
So that's what they did, she thinks dully.
She walks back out in her temporary 'new clothes', and takes a seat on a bench to sit. Not moving until someone comes perhaps a bit too close to ignore.
The screen never changes in response to other's emotions, notably.
Her empathy was blocked, after all. Right now it's only showing her feelings.
[[OOC - For those on other teams regrouping here, make sure to note about how long in the escape is when you tag- I just want to make sure to keep track of that kind of thing...]]