[h3][color=MediumSpringGreen]Bobby and Nora[/color][/h3]
[@ScarlettWaters16] [@Twisted Fate]

Bobby came to feeling almost exactly like he had gone out drinking, failed to pick up, and came home to pass out in his chair.  Churning unease in his stomach, and an ache behind his eyes like the physical sensation of a mosquito's whine.  Nearby, most of the other Zoners were already up and moving, while Henry, Miriam and a guy he didn't know were just waking up now, having left the Zone the same time he did.  A few of the others looked paler and less steady on their feet than Bobby felt.  Maybe they'd had rougher exits from the Red City than he did; or then again, since a lot of them were kids, maybe the weren't as practised at conquering a hangover as he was.

Bobby stood, stretched extensively, and took a bottle of water when it was offered to him.  He drank conservatively, not sure how his stomach would handle it, and made his way out of the dream dungeon when he was dismissed with the others.  The nausea was passing and Bobby was actually fairly hungry - but he felt like he ought to make sure his team-mates from the City were okay, given that one had vanished altogether and the other had voluntarily clocked out with a serious looking leg wound.  He knew he could recognise Jazz, as he'd met her earlier that morning in the cafeteria.  He had to hope that Jared looked relatively similar to his Nexus form - maybe a blonde, blue-eyed guy?  Probably not transparent. He eventually picked Jazz out from the crowd, and approached her.

"Hey there," he said, patting her on the shoulder.  "Thanks for your help with Heavy back there."  He smiled, quite charmingly now that he didn't have horns and a mouth full of giant chompers.  "Feelin' better now?"  After a moment, he added, "Any idea who Twinkle is out here?"

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[@Jabking]
Nora, meanwhile, had no particular desire to spend time bonding with her fellow Zoners - she'd left the subterranean chamber as soon as it seemed to be acceptable for her to do so.  Half-empty bottle of water still in hand, the blonde made her way back up the various stairs to the cafeteria.  There were a fair number of people milling around up here - most of the non-volunteers from this morning seemed to be cluttering up the place, and a few of her peers from below had made it up ahead of her by using the elevators.  She milled about uncertainly before filling a small plate with unattended sandwich meat and sitting down to eat it one piece at a time, rolling it into little cylinders before popping each one into her mouth.

When she became bored of this, she abandoned the plate of miscellaneous salamis and looked around for something to interest her.  A few tables over, there was a young man with shaggy dark hair writing or drawing in a notebook - which was somewhat peculiar, since as far as she knew they had all been abducted in the night in their jim-jams.  Nora herself was fortunate to have kept her lucky bone, which had been in the breast pocket of her pyjama shirt.  It was now safely tucked away in the pocket of her scrubs pants, where she could fiddle with it whenever she wanted.

Nora approached the man with the notebook, bending her tall form to look over his shoulder at what he was drawing.  Was that a picture of the Ram?  With her usual disregard for personal space, she spoke from only a few inches away from him, one hand on the back of his chair, the other in her pocket.  "Which one are you?"  She knew he wasn't one of the group of three that had tracked the Ram-helmeted Aggressor, but she hadn't paid much attention to the Zoners who must have gone on the other mission.  "I don't recognise you from the brutal defeat."