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[trigeminalheadache]

Who: Caitlin Snow + YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Hospitality Deck
When: Now!

VIDEO

[ The video starts suddenly, with Caitlin sitting straight up, eyes open and wide with fear.

More than what's warranted with waking up in a strange place.

Her head bows, her eyes going directly to her wrists. It seems she's checking both of them, rubbing absently at them, as if she expected to find something. (Shackles or handcuffs, that's what she's looking for.) If she's reassured there's nothing there, she certainly doesn't look it. When she looks back up, her gaze sweeping around the room, she's trying to place where she is, what's happened. This isn't Barry's lab at CCPD, it isn't STAR Labs, and it definitely isn't Zoom's lair.

It's a few minutes before she looks right into the camera, her head tilting with curiosity. ] Hello?

[ Then the feed cuts out. ]

TEXT

[ The text follows about ten minutes later. ]

This is going to sound odd, but: whoever or whatever brought me here, thank you. I need to get back to Central City, though.

Comments

[residu]

[ He doesn't mean to, he was just trying to feel less claustrophobic about the whole thing. So of course he doesn't jerk and flinch until he does, reacting more to her surprise than any of his own.

Unfortunately it makes his stomach feel even more like a rock, and his hand goes to it quickly. God don't let him puke again. ]

Urghhh....

[trigeminalheadache]

Sorry.

[ She looks miserable, both at how she's feeling and how her reaction has made him feel. Resting her elbows on her legs, she leans her head into her hands. ]

I'm not usually so jumpy.

[residu]

No, it's... [ Not her fault, but Jihwan's throat tenses so he has to swallow, opting to shake his head instead. ]

Just surprised me is all. [ he rubs a palm against his face momentarily, letting out a breath. ] You...okay?

[trigeminalheadache]

[ She keeps her head down, her eyes closed. Her pulse is finally starting to slow back down to normal, but the nervousness in her still thrums. ]

I'm fine. I'm okay.

[residu]

[ She says she's fine but she really doesn't look it--should he say something?? Try to offer some comfort? God, he's so bad at this why does there have to be someone older than him in such a state, he doesn't know what to doooooo ]

.......

You look like hell.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ His comment earns a huff of a humorless laugh. She doesn't move, though. Too much effort right now. ]

I've been in the same clothes for ... [ She pauses, considering. ] Almost a week?

[residu]

.....There a good reason for that, or... [ Yuck. He might give her a bit more room. ]

[trigeminalheadache]

Yes, there is. [ She doesn't elaborate, and her tone should clearly convey don't ask. ]

[residu]

[ And unlike Sascha? This guy gets social cues, even if he's bad at reacting to them on a good day. So he doesn't ask, just nods. ]

You need...anything, or?

[trigeminalheadache]

I'm good. [ There's a pause. ] A shower and a change of clothes, but I'll take care of that in a bit. [ She finally lifts her head to look at him. ] Thank you for asking.

[residu]

Nah, anyone would've been the same. [ he hopes. They're better. This lady looks like she's been through hell. ]

[trigeminalheadache]

Not anyone. [ She hesitates before continuing. ] I'm not even sure a good majority of people would do it, at this point.

[residu]

Ask you if you're okay? If they're half decent they sure as he'll better.

[trigeminalheadache]

It's ... okay. [ She lifts her head, only to stretch back out on the bed, pressing a hand over her eyes. ] I'll be okay.