Savannah comes home late at night from the Sanctuary, sneaking through the house and climbing the stairs to her room. Perhaps her giant (and flight-capable!) green wings will disappear before morning, those pesky LOLs tended to have a short shelf life, but it's morning, and she still has wings.

And she has work today.

Time to confront her father about such things. Tiptoeing down the stairs, and wearing a seasonally-unwise tank top with a low back to allow for the new limbs, she steps into the room with a warning of "Dad, this is just an LOL, so don't think I died and became an angel or anything."

Savannah dreams.

It's starting out as a nightmare. She's back in the Shop, in the sterile white cell, herself also dressed in white. Why is she back here? Where is her dad? Was the escape and return to PrIME all a dream, was this reality?

She cracks open an eye, and an electric line of blue shoots out, carving a perfectly round hole in the opposite wall, the diameter of a pencil. She yelps and closes her eye quickly, but can't seem to keep them closed. Lasers shoot out every time her eyelids separate, and the number of holes in the walls, ceiling, and floor multiply. Hiding under the green blanket simply punches pupil-sized holes through it, and everything else in its path.

Screaming, she realizes that eventually the building will be drilled through and will collapse, crushing her and everyone else inside. Help!

((Multiple threads are fine, encouraged! She can have dreams within dreams, that's always fun.))

( Subject: M_G002 Grey, Savannah. Subject file attached. )

How long has Savannah been here? She has no idea. A couple days, maybe. Someone keeps coming by and shoving things like rice and beans through the slot in her door. Things in edible bowls, she finds out. They taste slightly of sweetened potato flakes. Savvy is not a fan.

She Watches the hall, Looking through the door and front wall, so the scrape and slam of the door slot doesn't make her jump the way it used to. She Watches as a woman, or often a man, wheels a cart down the hall and places trays down infront of the door, pushing a button to open the slot and pull the food through. Wouldn't want to put fingers anywhere near where some of these mutants could grab them, Savannah muses.

And, from Looking through the walls at the various other subjects around her, she can't say she blames the employees for their caution. Most look pretty normal. A few certainly look dangerous, and a couple have simply gone beyond looking human anymore. Nothing compared to what she's seen in the Nexus, but enough to make the average flat-scan Earth native scurry for a hiding place.

And nobody has come by to bother her. Yet. She watches the hall for guards, too, armed with gear for transporting subjects. So far, nothing. No one opens the door, no pre-recorded orders from the intercom.

This hour, she's been Looking farther and farther away from her own cell, Peering up through layers of floors and through the underground warrens, looking for her father. The thought that he might have been transported to another facility is one that she doesn't allow to cross her mind.

"Stupid! Stupid stupid stuuuupid stupid stupid STUPID!" Savannah screams the word until it loses its meaning, just becomes sound. The volume and the tinny, echoing effect from the four bare cinder block walls don't help her headache in any way.

She'd woken up here, woozy and nauseous. The Shop employees had taken the opportunity to replace her clothes with the standard issue white scrubs. The necklace that Kurt had given her, silly as it was, was gone. When she had discovered that, she cried. Her hair was also gone again, trimmed down to short stubble. When she discovered that, she screamed.

Who knows how long she had yelled and carried on, calling the Shop all sorts of terrible names, and then switching the attention to herself. What an idiot, what a child. A trusting, stupid child who only wanted her mummy and daddy and would trust any familiar face.

But by this time, she's hoarse and has run out of tears. She studies her cell, looking for something, anything that would hint that it was all a dream. But everything is as she remembers it from the old Shop - four off-white walls, one metal door with a slot at the very bottom for food, a narrow bunk, a cold metal toilet, a sink with a drinking fountain attachment, and up in the corner the ever-present security camera. The heavy scratchy blanket on the bunk is blue instead of green, or she could easily be in the very same cell she was kept in before.

But this new power. This new odd ability to see through things - it scared her. Not only does she fear that she may lose the ability to see solid objects at all but that the Shop might find out. Apparently they weren't going to kill her right off. But she doesn't want to give them any more reasons to dissect her.

Maybe that's preferable to a life stuck in here, she thinks. Slowly going crazy looking at these four walls...though these four walls...

For she realizes that she can. She can see right through them, so long as there is light on the other side. She Looks out into the hallway, nothing much to see. Doors, so many numbered doors.

She Looks, then, to the left wall, wondering if anyone is in the cell next to hers.

Over two weeks. Savannah's dad had been gone for over two weeks, and she was getting restless, fearing the worst, needing a sign or some sort of confirmation. Alistair had told her that the link between himself and Gabriel still existed, meaning that Gabe was alive...somewhere. But apparently too weak, hurt, or drugged to reply coherently to Alistair's mental queries.

Alistair had warned her not to go looking for her dad. Kurt had said the same thing, with more hugs and kisses to persuade her. The vegetables in her dad's garden mostly just complained about the summer heat and how they'd prefer to be prepared into something cool, like a salad, and avoid baking or boiling altogether.

As the days wore on, Savannah could not concentrate on studying for her end-of term exams. Her homework often went undone. Her teachers would have sent notes to her parent, except they knew him to be gone as well. Anxiety clouded her days and haunted her dreams, until she could hardly think of anything else besides where her father had gone off to.

( Finally, she visited the Sanctuary, and there was an old acquaintance waiting for her. )

Though Savannah doesn't know it, she does have an alternate, and this alternate also visits a Nexus. So far their lives have run exactly parallel. They have the same thoughts, memories, feelings, and emotions. They know the same people. They've said the same things. But the subtle differences are enough to cause this particular version of Savannah to return to the Sanctuary after dropping by the school to put away her books and pick up her knitting.

The Sanctuary is loud and filled with people she either doesn't know or doesn't like, so to get away from it all, she heads out into the Yard, to ponder the stars (real or imagined, she hasn't decided) and to be alone.

((So yes, this is Not!Savannah. This stuff doesn't actually happen to Savannah Proper, but memories might cross over. It's drama without the llama. Or something.))

So I guess it was my time, eventually, to get chickenpox. Ugh, they're horrid, they suuuuck!!! But at least I don't have to go to class and there is a big bathtub in my dorm where I can soak in large vats of oatmeal. It helps...as long as I'm sitting in there.

I want to scratch and I want to scratch but I'm trying not to because I heard they will scar and I don't want scars! And today is Valentine's Day and I'm not well enough to be with my boyfriend and go walking outside or do anything romantic.

But he did send me this bear. Awwh, Dr IM Madaboutu! Doesn't it look like Doc W, though? Creepy! Oh well, it's from Kurt so I'm hugging it right now.

I also found out that a Savannah is a breed of cat. More interestingly enough, it's the cat I turn into when I have a cat brownie. See?



I should go sit in the oatmeal some more.

"Because we never really know each other as well as we think, in response to this post I'd like you to ask a question. Anything about which you are curious, anything you feel you ought to know about me. Silly, serious, personal, fannish. Ask away. Then copy this to your own journal, and see what people don't know about you."

The last part is not required, but feel free to do so if you wish. You're also free to ask multiple questions. Make sure that the questions are IC.

Feel free to ask anything of any of my characters:

_meadow_lark: Savannah Grey
mark_i_am: Mark Watson and AU Mark the Companion
babelbrit: Isaac Grey
electric_dan: Dan
enlightningment: Dan's alternate Danielle
bigbeastie: a kraken
dearwatson:"Evil" Dr. Clair Watson
hands_to_heal: Harriet
inspector_kcm: Inspector Kate Martinelli
vitalsparks: Dr Terrie Relann
doctor_ross: Dr Aki Ross
o_delerious (I think): Inky (since he's a shared character)

Yeah, I put the inactive ones up there too. Ask questions, anything!

( In which Savannah takes too many caffeine pills and ends up in the Nexus Clinics )