Tristesse slowly awakens to this feeling of... flying almost. Like she's suspended in air; were her feet even touching anything? She opens her eyes to realize that she's in water, and a wall of glass stands right in front of her. For a moment, she panics, before remembering everything that had happened. Being infused with the DNA of a marine creature [i]would[/i] explain how she could breathe in a giant capsule of water. 

A doctor approaches her with a very large smile, and she finds herself smiling back. "Ah, Miss Fenuafanote. You're awake." The capsule drains of water, and she's escorted out. Almost immediately, she screams and covers her eyes with her hands. [color=92278f]"Bon Dieu! What happened to the lights?!"[/color] She hears steps approach her. Are they going to attack her? Jump her while her eyes are closed? She steps back. [color=92278f]"Who's there? Are you going to jump me?"[/color] She laughs at the idea. 

"What can you see?"
[color=92278f]"Ummm.. black. My eyes are closed."[/color]
She feels a hand on her arm and cloth sliding over her. 
[color=92278f]"What's going on?"[/color]
"This blindness seems to be a temporary side effect of your surgery. We're assisting you with clothes, and then showing you to your room."
The doctor's assistants help her into a dark blue sweatshirt with [b][color=92278f]Subject#002[/color][/b] on the front and sleeves, and a matching pair of dark blue sweatpants. She smiles at the doctor meant to show her her room but for some reason, the guy steps back. Terrified, almost. But that's crazy. "This way to your room."

Hands on her arms and shoulders again until she hears a definite difference in the steps. They used to echo but now they are muffled. So carpet perhaps? Her room is fairly bare judging from the amount of room she has but she's informed that it's stocked with enough pencils and paper to keep her busy. [color=92278f]"Thank you, sir."[/color] For the next few days, she sketches in her room, trying to make sense of the swirls of color that seems to be okay as her vision is now blurry. 
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[center][color=92278f]Day four of experiment|| current condition: healthy with no significant change besides impaired vision[/color][/center]

Bored from her withdrawal of human- [i]is[/i] she human anymore?- interaction, Tristesse decides to walk around, see if she'll stumble across some other of the subjects. She comes across a lounge area, and sees a guy with some kind of black thing. Another apparently stinky guy sits on an ottoman. The only girl besides herself is asking the other two who they are, and as Tristesse situates herself in a loveseat she can't fathom the reasoning for the question. She chuckles.

[color=92278f]"Why they're us of course."[/color]

She strains her eyes when she tries to focus on some sort of speaking shadow. Rusty the shadow. [color=92278f]"Hi, Rusty. How long have you been that dark?"[/color]