[ it's noisy in here, full of people, which she supposes is to be expected on a larger than life space station packed to the brim with myriad refugees. there was a time when she would have been uncomfortable in this crowd, for the noise and the bustle and the expected social requirement - but those days have passed. after living in eorzea, traveling the realm, taking up residence in the ever active and thronging revenant's toll, she's learned to accept the mess and noise of a large group. even learned to enjoy it.

being surrounded by strangers, however, is a bit less comfortable. as far as she has seen, not a single person from hydaelyn has arrived, or awakened, as she is expected to understand, and that's more than a little worrisome. she remembers the blackness, the fear, the anger that something like this should have happened when at last, at last they were really, truly getting somewhere..

..but there's no use dwelling on that just now. after breakfast, it's off to the stasis unit to see what she can see. for now, a sensible meal of scrambled eggs, toast, and sausages that taste uncannily like home. alisaie is midway through a bite of thick toast when the gravity begins to fail. a gasp of surprise, followed by a quiet, indignant cry of shock - ]

[ it's an incredibly eerie sight to behold.

somehow she hadn't thought it would be so big. of course it would be. there are countless refugees here from hundreds, thousands of planets and worlds, with more arriving every day. of course it's going to be big. massive. nearly overwhelmingly so.

but alisaie is a girl with a mission. once the initial awe wears off she's moving, picking her way through aisles and aisles of hauntingly cold cryo-units, searching out familiar faces. it takes some time, but soon enough she finds a cluster of them - her fellow scions, y'shtola, urianger, krile - and so many others, and full glad as she is to see them, they are yet not the face she's looking for. had he somehow been missed? forgotten? but that's impossible, they had been together at the end -

by the time she finally finds him, her heart is thumping with fear, and alisaie exhales in a deep, rattling sigh, laying one hand against the glass. sleeping within is a young man who, save for clothing and a few very small details, looks identical to her in every way. with closed eyes, she tips her forehead against the chilly glass and breathes, a bittersweet relief washing over her. he may not be awake, but at least he is here. ]

[ now this is more like it. simulation or not, it offers her a chance to stretch both her legs and her aether; with all the natha had told her about the coming times, it seems best not to allow her skills to rust.

the choice of allegiance is more or less simple - it's the wyvers she'll fight for, this go around at least, though it chafes her to have to choose at all.

the shift through the simulation feels almost like using an aetheryte - that strange pull, a lurch of disorientation before you find your mental footing. the first thing she notices is the smell of iron and earth - a jail cell. of course. guarded by the men in colors of the faction she'd chosen to reject - olympians, was it? straightening up, alisaie approaches the bars, places one hand on her hip, and sighs, before turning toward her unwitting partner. ]