[feeling like sea jelly is the fucking worst. and there's a bit of a buffer in that soft haziness that almost feels pleasant, but vi also remembers how ...unformed, unlike herself, even suggestible she had felt. might be worse for some people, better for others - most things are. but she was lucky that no one had really played that angle - she's not sure if they would have succeeded, but ...this would be the time for someone to do it, and she's not here for that. she knows at least one that might be. would have been. that asshole? he couldn't have been the only one.]

I dunno. I've seen a bunch of different ones so far, but that doesn't mean there isn't a limited number of ...uh, styles? Kinds?

Oof. Yeah, this. [vague gesture to herself] This'll come back to you. Might take a couple days, but it'll happen, so try not to sweat it. Most people here, the other sleepers, that's what they call people who washed up like us...

...are not shitty. The trenchers---sorry, trenchies, the people actually from this place? They're back to being helpful again, too, so: bonus. Wave one over if you want, they might bring the bag to you.

[which, hey, no barefoot walking. she will give him privacy for if he does so, because ...what's in there is sometimes ...also an oof, and she doesn't really want to see that.]