" what the hell did you do!" Is called in distress as she stumbles back into the hallway. Watching as rainbow girl thrashes , and little mouse tries to wipe it calmly away. .  Lucie is and it impressed and yet  extremely  annoyed<br/>" why  would yo----  wait...what-" ...   the  rest of the  frustrated protests are  cut off as  the  webbing  clings to -her-    and  she  twists  against it.<br/><br/>" No! No! . . I  didn't piss you  off..-  stop."     but its no use.  her whole   body is under attack.   she  thrashes  , against the painful  feel of the  aggravated  nerve endings,   and   the  dueling sensations   work their way  across her  form.<i>the hell?... get it off..-  get it off! </i><br/><br/>She  lets go of a strangled    scream,  as the  pressure   begins to build as her legs give out from under her,      arms  trying to wrap around her middle,   and   buck     against the  ground  at the same   time.<u>never . </u>in her entire   life has   Lucie suffered   more then brief  inconvience  and   mild sprains.    Foruntate to avoid injury or   broken  bone,  to  avoid sicknesses  that  plague   childhood.   to    recieve anything other  then  mild  whip lash  upon car  collison.   She  has never been  burdened with pain.  -real- pain.  .... She  abruptly decides  that she  does  not care for it at all.<br/><br/>In fact-  shes convinced she  may lose her fucking MIND   ,   when it  suddenly  stops.  and shes  suddenly    screaming into a moving, echoing void.     She opens her  eyes to  see  the  wisp.      breath  bursting  from her  in a  gasp,  as she  rides out the terror  of the former  scream.   arms   now  able to   grasp herself.    she   hugs  around her  middle.   tightly  , uttering a stammering :" Look.   i dont know what you are  or what i   took but it was an -accident. -   this is the worse   trip --ever .Im not sure where  Morrie is  of  whats going on  but Im pretttty  sure its his fault...   and if Im in a coma and being judged by god or   whatever , Im   sorry.. okay?.. arn't you supposed to  be  all knowing or forgiving   or  something. well then I---"     she cuts  off   watching the   wisp  morph and   change.<br/><br/>It manifests in the  image of   a small   angel  figurine,    made of smooth white  marble  ,    with  palms  outstretched  and eyes  blindfolded.     head tipped to the skies.    its at once   disorienting and  familiar,    and she  kneels,  moving to  reach out and  touch it,    already  imagining the  feel of its  surface.  and whispering a  soft... " h-h-ow. ." to herself  before the   environment  twists   again.   this time   back to cruelty.    Back to  thrashing.<br/><br/><br/>She lungs protest   from the  continued  lack of oxygen,   and  she   fights the  urge to scream again-  worried she'll  simply  drown.    explode.    perhaps    both.   and  she  pushes with her entire  -self-    against the  confines .. until it rips open like an overripe    grape.  and   she  surges  forward.   wet and  -covered in goo-  and landing in a puddle of   revolting  muck ..  she    is    puking  before she even  realizes   the  stetch  . and so  soon the bile like   vomit -joins- the  fray .    making the floor  around her a  puddle of horrors.<br/><br/><br/>" I can't."  ..  cough.   hack.   spit.  "  I ca-"   Cough " I can't...-"  a  shake of  head.  and  a roll onto her   back . " Oh fuck it... just take me now-" is groaned.    with a  small   grumble,   one arm going across her  eyes .<br/><br/>"  Pardon you'"  the    comment strikes her as  funny.  "    theres alien eggs engulfing us and you want pardoned.."    her    shoulders shake with the contained laughter. as she sniffs,  and keeps her arm  over her eyes   until the  comment of   washing is brought  up---  and she turns in the goop.   covering herself   more,  and raising on  all fours , and then   to a slow stand,  hurriedly ,  to move to the sound of  water.   thank  fucking god.<br/><br/><br/>She    gives both of the   strangers a fleeting, passing  glance.  far move concerned of the lack of clothing and -  gore- that  seems to be happening,  then to make aqquientences,<br/><br/>They are not known to her- also.   and she    doesnt mean to be a bitch.  even in her head.   they   dontt seem like her---  type--- of people.    her blonde  hair  remains the  same,  if not just a  touch    darker,   and a  lacking the    blow out,   arrow straight ,  shooting    just to her  shoulders in a  curtain of  golden and  brushed brass.     and her skin--    untattooed and     free of scarring.     looks  even  more alasbaster,    with the   scattering of  freckles  removed.<br/><br/><br/>Shes more hesitant  tto approach the baths,   but once  she  dips one foot  in, she nearly   turns liquid,  sinking the  rest of the   way with a  groaned " Oh--fuck..m--e--e" .     is response.  sinking so low into the water,   her nose remains  just   above.    though she   glances,   as   Jackie  makes a  specticle of herself.  and  closes her eyes tightly,  to  block out the   sound   and the sight.   why---even.   just... why.