[ It's been a long while since Winston was able to wake up peacefully. Often times the Talon scientists would shock him out of sedation with a cattle prod, if they'd needed him awake for whatever they were measuring. Coming to with a cool breeze ruffling his fur and the warm glow of lamps around him is a welcome change to that examination table they'd kept him on for most of the time spent in captivity.
He blinks a few times as his vision clears. The sedative seems to have completely worn off now. That's good for his mental coherency, and less good when it comes to feeling the full sting of his wounds. He groans and rolls over to get a better look at the room he's in, if it could be called that.
There's stone walls with patterns painted on them, and something about the place feels very old. At the same time, he sees Jack and Ana's equipment and work stations, all of it just as modern as he would expect. It's a striking contrast, and for a moment he finds himself missing his work space at Gibraltar.
With some effort, he pushes himself up until he's sitting, grunting at the protests of his battered body. It doesn't take him long to spot Jack where he's set up in the corner, the hologram feeds' lighting casting a glow over his scarred face. ]
no subject
He blinks a few times as his vision clears. The sedative seems to have completely worn off now. That's good for his mental coherency, and less good when it comes to feeling the full sting of his wounds. He groans and rolls over to get a better look at the room he's in, if it could be called that.
There's stone walls with patterns painted on them, and something about the place feels very old. At the same time, he sees Jack and Ana's equipment and work stations, all of it just as modern as he would expect. It's a striking contrast, and for a moment he finds himself missing his work space at Gibraltar.
With some effort, he pushes himself up until he's sitting, grunting at the protests of his battered body. It doesn't take him long to spot Jack where he's set up in the corner, the hologram feeds' lighting casting a glow over his scarred face. ]
Where are we?