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[video] fish out of water
Dec. 5th, 2016 01:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katsudork[If the young man that appears on the screen, sitting in his Medbay bed, looks like he's slightly in shock, it's because he is. Yes, the Medbay staff, Officer Erin, and RJ Brande explained it all, but that doesn't mean it was easy to accept as reality. The staff, worried about how he was dealing with it all (which was with a lot of yelling) had even called in a tiny little alien psychiatrist to speak to him.]
[She'd actually helped a lot (even if her sheer existence only added to how unreal everything felt) but that doesn't mean Yuuri is adjusting well. There's a part of him that's still not sure any of this is real, and even if it is, he's not sure what he's supposed to be doing.]
[He feels disconnected from everything. It's like his brain is watching a movie projected on the back of his eyes, and his body feels strange and heavy, like it's not his own, just dead weight he's tethered to. His brain is still swimming with everything they told him, with words like "end of existence," "you'll find that you have superpowers" and "could use your help" floating in and out of focus. He'd nodded in agreement to it all but his brain hadn't put it all together in a complete picture yet.]
Um. Mm.
[He makes some wordless muttering noises, looking for words. They told him there were other people here, that he could talk to, other people like him that had come from other worlds, but talking to new people is something he finds difficult on the best of days and this is probably one of the worst.]
My name's Yuuri Katsuki. I'm -- [He should say who he is, right? Say something about himself. Except it feels almost silly to say what he is. He's in a sci fi novel now, or a comic book, or something, so what does being an athlete matter in all this?]
[So he breaks off into another weird mumbly noise.]
I have ice powers. I don't have a superhero name yet. They said I have to have one, but I haven't really thought up a good one yet so if anyone has any suggestions, that would be... [He trails off.]
[His brows furrow and he reaches a shaking hand up to push his hair back.]
This is real, right? This is all actually real?
[She'd actually helped a lot (even if her sheer existence only added to how unreal everything felt) but that doesn't mean Yuuri is adjusting well. There's a part of him that's still not sure any of this is real, and even if it is, he's not sure what he's supposed to be doing.]
[He feels disconnected from everything. It's like his brain is watching a movie projected on the back of his eyes, and his body feels strange and heavy, like it's not his own, just dead weight he's tethered to. His brain is still swimming with everything they told him, with words like "end of existence," "you'll find that you have superpowers" and "could use your help" floating in and out of focus. He'd nodded in agreement to it all but his brain hadn't put it all together in a complete picture yet.]
Um. Mm.
[He makes some wordless muttering noises, looking for words. They told him there were other people here, that he could talk to, other people like him that had come from other worlds, but talking to new people is something he finds difficult on the best of days and this is probably one of the worst.]
My name's Yuuri Katsuki. I'm -- [He should say who he is, right? Say something about himself. Except it feels almost silly to say what he is. He's in a sci fi novel now, or a comic book, or something, so what does being an athlete matter in all this?]
[So he breaks off into another weird mumbly noise.]
I have ice powers. I don't have a superhero name yet. They said I have to have one, but I haven't really thought up a good one yet so if anyone has any suggestions, that would be... [He trails off.]
[His brows furrow and he reaches a shaking hand up to push his hair back.]
This is real, right? This is all actually real?