Emily
Having spent a good while in the shower, cleaning away the grime and the dirt of the day. Well, night really, but the point stands. Toweling off and dressing back up again, Emily leaves the shower feeling slightly more refreshed, though the pounding still echoes her head. At the very least, she doesn't feel like she needs to throw up anymore. Well, not as much.
Staggering out of the bathroom, Emily looks around the room for a moment, finding her bearings once more, before sitting down on the bed, finding herself more or less unable to go to sleep.
...The only thing that takes care of alcohol is time, sure, but bodies so touched by the Wyrd naturally have a resistance to these kinds of poisons...Good god, how much did I drink?
Looking around the room once more, Emily briefly considered turning on the television and killing some time that way, but quickly decided against it.
I mean...regardless of how we feel about each other, it would be way too awkward if...yeah...
Discarding that option, the Changeling glanced at the door once more.
Well, walking it off might not actually work...but I suppose it would give me some time to think. Best to leave a note, though.
With that in mind, Emily blearily looked around for any signs of a- there! Moving as quickly as her semi-inebriated state would allow, Emily grabbed the nearby pen and the complimentary notepad. Drunkenly scrawling out a note explaining that she was just going to go for a walk, Emily did what she could to bundle up before heading outside, still staggering in her steps a bit but more or less steady on her feet.
Looking around the open hallway, Emily made her way out of the motel. Finding her gaze drifting up to the unexpectedly starry winter night sky, Emily could help but wonder about how the stars here didn't look all that different from the ones back home.
...You know, cross-dimensional clusterfuck that's bringing in all sorts of people aside, this place might not be so different from home. Assuming that it isn't actually home and that this isn't some weird-ass dream of course. Or maybe it's a nightmare...
Putting the thought out of her mind, Emily continued on her way, mind still a bit muddled from the drink.
After some time, the Changeling stumbled across a strange sight. A short girl in clothes that reminded Emily of Gothic Lolita, only with far less frills. She didn't seem that old, and yet...no sign of parents or any kind of guardians nearby.
Well, I'm hardly fit for anything like that myself in my current state. Good god, never going to drink that much again.
Masking a grimace as a fresh throb of pain stabbed through her head, Emily approached the girl cautiously, ready to vanish if the need arose.
"Hello there," Emily said calmly, succeeding in keeping any kind of slur out of her voice, "Are you lost, by any chance?"