Unpopping of Cyclona

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((OOC: I have the pleasure of having adopted Cyclona. So, same journal, different mun. ♥))

Cyclona had seen and done some weird shit in her time. Most of them due to drugs. But this? This took the cake.

When she woke it felt like she was in some sort of pseudo womb, where she could breathe and all she could taste was butter and something oddly savoury. Freaking a little, she clawed at the walls, then punched at them when they appeared soft and brittle.

She shrieked as she fell to the stone floor, naked as the day she was born, and covered in butter. After she'd finished coughing up whatever had been in her lungs, she wiped her mouth and pulled her hair out of her face. The fact that she was naked didn't quite register, not that she'd ever really been conscious of it before anyway, not around her pretty Spice Girl anyway.

She drew her legs up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and looked around. The stone walls brought back unpleasant memories, but that had been before hadn't it?

She hoped so.