Well, that cinches it

[twiceahero]

Barbara hadn't really ever intended to use this plan. That was in part because it was bug-nuts insane. But here she was, sitting on a cold metal floor with a few laptops strewn around her and one case she was glad was still here.

It had taken her nearly twenty minutes to get the wetsuit on. Skintight isn't easy to do when you can't move your legs. She starts adjusting the metal braces that let her move around without her legs flailing wildly. Ankles, calves, and thighs cuffed together with a series of bands that will let her lock her legs into one position pretty easily.

Dinah still hasn't checked in yet, and that's worrying. If nothing else, Dinah is a professional, and she knows how serious things are.

Babs finishes locking her legs down and grabs her headset. "Dinah? Come in, Dinah."

Please let her answer this time.

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[serinusniger]

Ow.

Dinah has a headache. And it's not because she's been drinking.

Dinah has stiff arm and leg muscles from running, fighting, being bound inexpertly at the wrists and ankles before she had a chance to stretch, and then apparently dumped on what feels like a hard metal floor so sleep off the concussion.

Dinah has an uncomfortable knot of hair tangled at the back of her hair from all this happening in a humidity unsuitable for the bleach she uses.

Dinah is grouchy for all this, and being rudely awakened by a tinny voice in her ear.

"Oooooooh. Is that room service?"