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“Where’s my suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuitcase-ase-ase-ase?”  the rabbit asked, and Iris yelled back at it from her confinement, something garbled and incoherent, but that made sense at the time.  She struggled against her bonds, and looked into the mirror, taken aback by her blue skin and crazy hair.  She rubbed her hands along thin limbs and sucked the blood that coated her claws.

Waking up was normally a slow affair, but Iris woke in a flash this time.  The room didn’t smell right, and her bed didn’t feel as rough as this one, and she started up in the unfamiliarity, with all the pleasantry of a slow awakening, which properly capped a long period of rest, completely forsaken.  She stared at the wall a few feet from her head, and slowly pivoted to capture the whole room.  She wasn’t the only one there, though the other occupant didn’t relieve any of her sudden anxiety.  Wasn’t he that homeless dude that sometimes hung around the diner?

She stood, but did not approach the man, instead straightening her suit (thankfully whatever had happened to her, it had not included losing her clothes) and straightening herself into her most commanding posture.  [color=7f79c1] “Why am I here?”[/color] she asked lowly, but her roommate seemed occupied with his own thoughts too much to hear her.

[color=7f79c1] “Why am I here?”[/color] she said again, raising her voice so that Aliron would hear her above the other voices in his head.
[@Eklispe]