Maya wasn’t drunk enough for this. How the heck did she get here, she needed to drink way more to black out. This was a low key grad party not any of her self-destructive binges of trauma. She was doing okay.

But- well, here she was, in the water and covered in glow in the dark slime. Terrific. She foun shore, and started to swim for it. Dragging herself out of the water, looking around. Debating if it finally happened, has she completely lost all track of reality? “Where am I?”

Maya didn’t arrive with much, just her laptop, phone, backpack, and headphones. She felt a little uneasy without any instruments. And also a weird world with magic. What is this, why is this?

Still, she did the only thing that made sense to her, at this moment, to cope. Put her big noise cancelling headphones on and listened to music. She’s going to just zone completely out until anyone in the carriage with her touches her to sharply return her to reality.

Maya’s basically unable to process, any of this, until she gets to her room. She doesn’t pay attention to her roommate, she just falls into one of the beds and stews inside her own head. Letting the thoughts work around and try to fit into something she can handle.

Something okay.

She does look rather pathetic and small doing this, whatever new lease on her sanity she had has slipped a little and she doesn’t move at all while she lays there and tries to get through her own thoughts. Might be good to check on her.

Maya’s been, politely, directed toward the hot springs by multiple people in the hotel because she looks like a disaster. Cold and distant from anything going on around her. She’s never been one for hot water but she really has no other ideas, and usually listens to others when she gets like this.

Naked, with her towel on the edge, Maya slips into the water. And quickly lets her head slip under as she holds her breath, letting herself get as close to drowning as she cares to. To see what she feels in the process. She’ll come up before she needs to breathe, but anyone around should probably get her out of there due to the heat.

Her world, and everyone she knows, is frozen on the brink of oblivion. Her parents, her sister, her friends. All the people she can’t let anything happen to so far out of reach for her help. She can’t bring them here, and she can’t sink into that timeless abyss with them.

And the locals are throwing a carnival?

A part of her understands, you can’t fight all the time. But to her this timing just feels cruel. Shouldn’t they be doing something, about the world as it is? Instead of having summer fun. Still, until she figures out how magic works… she’ll just sit in the corner, under some shade, watching the people move. Not willing to involve herself, but not willing to sulk in her room on such a nice day.

Primarily because it is too damn hot to be inside.