[He doesn't know how much time he spent on that table. Being blind and immobile made Atem lose his day count; he knew their time in the dollhouse would end, and knew it had to be soon, but he'd been a prisoner in his own body, and aside from a visit from Noa, not much had broken the monotony of his lying-in-state.
He isn't even able to see it, when the starfield outside the windows peels away like paint -- but he does feel it when his body goes back to normal, when "opening his eyes" becomes a thing he can do again.
He sits bolt upright in the living-room blanket pile. Atem's eyes are wide, and his hand flies to his own heart -- beating again, not dead -- and he gasps for air, gulping in his breaths.
He's back. The fog is clear. Early-morning sunlight is shining through the window. It's over.
The light catches on the marble eyes of the little wooden doll, set up in one of the chairs. Atem shoots it a dirty look. He's not sure if this NPC is one who can be caught, if Atem will be able to make good on his threats. He'll need to look into that. But first, Atem's got more immediate priorities.]
Ryou?
[He's not in the room with Atem -- is he in his own room? Atem rolls himself over and heads for Ryou's door. If Atem is back and the fog's gone, everyone else should be back, too.
He just opens Ryou's door. Doesn't even bother knocking. Ryou's room has been zoned for Atem naps for weeks now, so if it's not locked, he's coming in.]
post-Dollhouse!
He isn't even able to see it, when the starfield outside the windows peels away like paint -- but he does feel it when his body goes back to normal, when "opening his eyes" becomes a thing he can do again.
He sits bolt upright in the living-room blanket pile. Atem's eyes are wide, and his hand flies to his own heart -- beating again, not dead -- and he gasps for air, gulping in his breaths.
He's back. The fog is clear. Early-morning sunlight is shining through the window. It's over.
The light catches on the marble eyes of the little wooden doll, set up in one of the chairs. Atem shoots it a dirty look. He's not sure if this NPC is one who can be caught, if Atem will be able to make good on his threats. He'll need to look into that. But first, Atem's got more immediate priorities.]
Ryou?
[He's not in the room with Atem -- is he in his own room? Atem rolls himself over and heads for Ryou's door. If Atem is back and the fog's gone, everyone else should be back, too.
He just opens Ryou's door. Doesn't even bother knocking. Ryou's room has been zoned for Atem naps for weeks now, so if it's not locked, he's coming in.]
Ryou! Are you--