Dr. Naomi Hunter (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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fissionmailed2012-04-16 11:00 pm
ofblueroses) wrote in fissionmailed2012-04-16 11:00 pm
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[Naomi was never one to mess up in regards to her cooking. But today was an exception. Everything she made went horrible bad, from burnt to undercooked to overcooked to anything you could imagine. She placed yet another disaster in the trash and tried to attempt to salvage the cake she was currently making. Why was the frosting being so difficult?]
How did this happen?
How did this happen?
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[The woman turned around, wondering if she had met this particular Snake before. Nope. He didn't register in her mind. It was always a little awkward running into one from between 2005 and 2014. They both had changed so much between those years. Dr. Hunter stayed cautious, wondering how he would react to her.]
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So, you're here too, eh?
[He looks her over, his mind still running a mile a minute--he's not panicking, nor is he all that worried. A little stunned, however, yes. But at this point, being surprised is just a waste of energy. He'd rather get as much info as she has to offer]
You look different. Nice, but different.
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[The brunette stuffed some bangs behind her ear, accidentally getting some flour in her hair.]
Older, you mean? [He didn't seem angry so she relaxed minutely.] My former time line was a few years ahead of yours.
[The spoon in her hand scooped some more purple frosting and plopped it onto the misshapen cake.]
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[He glanced at the cake momentarily, mind still racing. A "while"? So getting out of this place wasn't going to be an easy process--It wasn't like Naomi was a dumb woman, after all. Was it because she COULDN'T find her way out?
Or she didn't want to?]
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[Naomi, even know, preferred the Nexus to her former home. There wasn't anything left for her there. The brunette continued to spread frosting, tempted to hum as she did it.]
Did the smell lure you in?
[Sorry it's taken me so long! I'm so sorry ;A;]
A little. What are you doing, setting it on fire?
[There's little humor in his voice--he's never been very good at joking. For a moment, he finds it rather silly how they're talking as if it was a normal, every day thing. Then again, when you're new to an unfamiliar situation, you need all the friends you can get. He'd leave his more bitter retorts to himself]
2014...I'm almost scared to ask what's going on in your universe.
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[With the frosting done, she attempted to cut it. The cake felt as hard as a rock.]
If you really want to know, I will be honest, but I know there are rooms that can explain it better than I can, if you can find them.
[That's how she found out everything that had happened after she had left the NOMAD back in the real world. Saying it was a surprise would be an understatement.]
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Do you need any help with that?
[He wonders if he's going to regret asking that.]
Well, I'll find them later. Do you think you could tell me what rooms to AVOID?
[Call him coward, but he's still not in peak physical condition--going into a hostile room probably wouldn't be the wisest course of action.]
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Yes. I can't seem to cut it. [She handed the knife to him, handle first.]
[Naomi moved to give him room, putting her bangs behind her ear. Hunter doubted he could do it.]
There are many. Including those that change your gender or force you to have sexual relations in order to leave them. Unfortunately, it is near impossible to recognize such rooms from ordinary ones. You just have to tred cautiously, Snake.
[She had visited too many of such rooms herself.]