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Rain had been digging since Arkady had taken her five days ago. She only stopped to eat, drink, or rest when specifically ordered to. Which, given the slugs push to keep digging, meant that she wasn't doing nearly enough of any of those.
So it shouldn't have been much of a surprise when her movements, which had grown weaker and weaker over the past few hours, slowed even more and Rain collapsed where she stood. She lay there, curled in the dirt, mumbling to herself over and over.
Dig, Rain, dig. Dig, Rain, dig.
Of course, this was only the shell of Rain. The real Rain was lost somewhere inside her head, splintered into so many imaginary realities that it would be hard to count them all.
[ooc: Feel free to attempt to interact or rescue Rain. Anyone with telepathic or empathic abilities should be able to tell that no one's really home there.]
So it shouldn't have been much of a surprise when her movements, which had grown weaker and weaker over the past few hours, slowed even more and Rain collapsed where she stood. She lay there, curled in the dirt, mumbling to herself over and over.
Dig, Rain, dig. Dig, Rain, dig.
Of course, this was only the shell of Rain. The real Rain was lost somewhere inside her head, splintered into so many imaginary realities that it would be hard to count them all.
[ooc: Feel free to attempt to interact or rescue Rain. Anyone with telepathic or empathic abilities should be able to tell that no one's really home there.]
