He squints. He wonders if he's dreaming actually. Do they dream in the Belly except for the times when they...? He can't remember. He's too tired to consider it.
The feeling of being constricted is so lingering that it takes him a moment to realize he can reach up and put his hand on the glass, a little too heavily, so it's more of a loud thunk rather than an inquisitive tapping.]
I'll get it, hang on - [ there's a pneumonic hiss, and the fluids of the stasis bay pod begin to drain out before it can fully open. but, then, there are reaching hands, gentler than the ones that grasped at him the first time around when he was snatched up from the Helly Belly. they are different sizes, gloved and ungloved, carefully offering him sanctuary from the constriction and the desire want want need hunger that had tried to take him back.
this is an offer of freedom. ]
Welcome back, Viktor. Take it easy. We've got you.
All the hands again make him flinch, but then he relaxes slowly, and once he's certain they aren't connected to some starving thing trying to drag him back, he grasps at them. He doesn't even know if his legs work, but whatever.
He does not want to be in a belly, or a pod, or any of that organic darkness shit anymore.]
W--
[He chokes at first, coughing roughly a few times until he can find his voice.]
[He is so........... stunned for a few moments, and then he just.
Laughs.
Like a nervous, bewildered laugh, but then it just sort of finally turns into the laugh you give when you fucking realize you just dodged getting hit by a car, or something. SHE CAN HUG HIM, HE WON'T TURN TO DUST THIS TIME...........maybe.]
[ one of the hands helping to ease him at least upright is... ganymede! his helmet is off, so he can see his face full of gentle concern. he does seem to laugh with amalthea's inquiry though.
for note, metis is here but metis' mod is not available right this moment - it appears that he's monitoring the equipment that has been set up around viktor's stasis bay pod, actually. ]
I'm not as, ah, equipped to explain it as maybe Io or Amalthea are, but you're back with the living. Easy does it - it's going to be a lot to take in, and we don't want your body to go into shock.
[ yeah he's fine don't worry about it, sometimes wetware happens.
but he'll keep a hand on viktor's chest or arm to make sure this viktorian orphan does not eat absolute shit, opening the pod door further so he can have more air. ]
Back with the living. That, uh. [ looking at io and arthur, briefly. ] That's gonna take a lot of explaining. But hopefully you're the first of - well, everyone.
[ he's just going to be over here monitoring the arrival. he'll wait until he's kind of settled/had his first words before going in on any examinations just yet.
also ig i'll bring him a wheelchair for his frail victorian body. ]
Welcome back, Viktor... I know it's not exactly an easy adjustment to make... but I think it's perhaps a better one?
'Tis good to see you whole and well again, my friend.
[ Well... to a degree! Metis greets with a warm smile, there to help aid him if he so needs. Though he tends to some of the monitors before he fully looks him over. ]
How are your memories? Do you remember everything..? You'll be disorientated for a bit, I'm sure, but I hope your memory is still mostly intact.
That is good to hear. I have trialed and experimented back home the process of moving soul and memory into a vessel, but obviously the methods and the workarounds here are much different than that of home. [ A gentle pat. ] In any case - let us know if something comes up. In the meantime, do rest as much as you can.
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He squints. He wonders if he's dreaming actually. Do they dream in the Belly except for the times when they...? He can't remember. He's too tired to consider it.
The feeling of being constricted is so lingering that it takes him a moment to realize he can reach up and put his hand on the glass, a little too heavily, so it's more of a loud thunk rather than an inquisitive tapping.]
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Did you hear that..?
Oh, the pod!
I'll get it, hang on - [ there's a pneumonic hiss, and the fluids of the stasis bay pod begin to drain out before it can fully open. but, then, there are reaching hands, gentler than the ones that grasped at him the first time around when he was snatched up from the Helly Belly. they are different sizes, gloved and ungloved, carefully offering him sanctuary from the constriction and the desire want want need hunger that had tried to take him back.
this is an offer of freedom. ]
Welcome back, Viktor. Take it easy. We've got you.
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All the hands again make him flinch, but then he relaxes slowly, and once he's certain they aren't connected to some starving thing trying to drag him back, he grasps at them. He doesn't even know if his legs work, but whatever.
He does not want to be in a belly, or a pod, or any of that organic darkness shit anymore.]
W--
[He chokes at first, coughing roughly a few times until he can find his voice.]
What's... going on...?
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Mister Viktor? Is that you? We didn't pull someone else, right?
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Amal...thea...?
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[ Arm motions to like... Want to give him a welcome hug or like touch his shoulder, but you just came from pod birth and must be feeling weak. ]
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Laughs.
Like a nervous, bewildered laugh, but then it just sort of finally turns into the laugh you give when you fucking realize you just dodged getting hit by a car, or something. SHE CAN HUG HIM, HE WON'T TURN TO DUST THIS TIME...........maybe.]
I'm--back?
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for note, metis is here but metis' mod is not available right this moment - it appears that he's monitoring the equipment that has been set up around viktor's stasis bay pod, actually. ]
I'm not as, ah, equipped to explain it as maybe Io or Amalthea are, but you're back with the living. Easy does it - it's going to be a lot to take in, and we don't want your body to go into shock.
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He's unsteady, but at least doesn't fall into the floor like would be expected because his constitution is 1, how the fuck did he make it here?!]
I'm--back with the what?!
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but he'll keep a hand on viktor's chest or arm to make sure this viktorian orphan does not eat absolute shit, opening the pod door further so he can have more air. ]
Back with the living. That, uh. [ looking at io and arthur, briefly. ] That's gonna take a lot of explaining. But hopefully you're the first of - well, everyone.
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That's alright... Thank you.
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anyways, once it seems like he's less likely to pass out, probably:]
...Welcome back. How do you feel?
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[THAT'S ALL HE CAN FIND TO SAY FOR A LONG FEW MOMENTS. HELP. Then, suddenly:]
--Like shit, but alive shit.
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also ig i'll bring him a wheelchair for his frail victorian body. ]
Welcome back, Viktor... I know it's not exactly an easy adjustment to make... but I think it's perhaps a better one?
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This... can't be real... What...? Am I dreaming?
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It's not a dream. At least, I hope it's not. We worked too hard for that.
How's the body feeling? I imagine weak after all the stress we've gone and put on it with the process...?
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It's... I don't feel great right now, but... at least it's mine, I guess.
[He's used to feeling like garbage 24/7, it's cool.]
What... What about the others?
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[ Well... to a degree! Metis greets with a warm smile, there to help aid him if he so needs. Though he tends to some of the monitors before he fully looks him over. ]
How are your memories? Do you remember everything..? You'll be disorientated for a bit, I'm sure, but I hope your memory is still mostly intact.
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[He manages a weak, brief smile. His brows furrow after.]
They're... okay, I think? If they're not, then... hopefully they'll gradually come back. Thank you.
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That is good to hear. I have trialed and experimented back home the process of moving soul and memory into a vessel, but obviously the methods and the workarounds here are much different than that of home. [ A gentle pat. ] In any case - let us know if something comes up. In the meantime, do rest as much as you can.
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[Hmm. DON'T JUST TRIAL THESE KINDA THINGS. Hello.]
I will...
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