Welcome to Gaia! ::

The longer she stared at the hunters in their own little room her gaze became unfocused, distant. As she turned her head back toward the door she noted how her vision shifted slowly to keep up nearly sending her reeling to the floor. She rubbed at her tired eyes trying to remember the last time she really slept. Here everything was so bright, she was constantly on edge, and while exhausted and worn there was no way she could gain the rest she needed in this strange human world.

When she opened her eyes again she peered at the door and for a moment of wishful thinking, it looked like it wasn't there. Her hand even came up to press through it but found the firm surface of metal blocking her path. Shaking her head reality sank back in at a sickening pace and she realized that she was still contained as she always was. Was she delusional? Dreaming? She was having a hard time telling.

Candace waited quietly while Mark tried to talk to his leader, her gaze drifting from Mark to Mitsu again. She tensed, eyes wide. Mitsu didn't look good. She pushed off the console and pressed the microphone on again, keeping her voice soft and gentle so as not to startle Mitsu too badly. "If you're tired, get some sleep. I'll take you for that walk tomorrow, okay? A nighttime one. Easier on your eyes and the water's really pretty at night. I think you'll like it~." Candace gave the wolf girl a warm smile. "But I have to go. I'll check on you when I can later tonight, though. Any requests before I leave? Music? A drink? Extra pillows, blankets?" Mitsu didn't look good at all. This was bad. Very bad. She needed Mitsu well. And it seemed her desire to see Mitsu comfortable was more sincere than before; it wasn't just a selfish urge to get her healthy for weaponization and Candace's personal agenda, she genuinely wanted Mitsu to get better and be comfortable. Why the sudden change...?

Mark spoke and Candace quickly turned off the microphone, cutting off abruptly at 'Gol'. Discontinued? No! Nononono! "I'm working on it. H has seen the notes, I just need to fill out official reports. I'll do that right now, all right?" The comment about her being a good damsel in distress threw her off. Wait...was she..? But she...what? He meant while she was in Halloween, right? He better have. "I'm...not sure what to make of that right now." Candace admitted unhappily, frowning and looking away. Was she acting like that right now? Sure, she was tired, but she was really hoping she'd hidden it well enough right now...

Damn.

Candace raised a brow and looked to Mark again when he mentioned payment. "Whose mental trauma are we talking here? Mitsu's, mine, or yours?" Him? Mental trauma? Please.

SLAM.

"Of course she'd mess up, it should have taken days, not weeks. God Halloween people are stupid or she's just lucky. "

WHAM.

"I'd say lucky, there's no way that b***h could have done it with any semblence of skill. All she's good at is-"

- Two lab techs walked into the now-abandoned room, though for Mitsu, after being trapped for so long, time would almost be irrelevant. One of the techs donned a pair of gloves while the second prepared what seemed like a very rudimentary long tray, long enough to hold exactly one figure on top-

- A hiss as an odourless gas begin to fill the chamber. Everything was getting blurry, dizzy. There were two voices murmuring even as Mitsu would feel her senses shutting down, something about being nothing other than scraps.