Sailor tested her fingers, then her toes, then up to her neck, making sure everything still worked properly. She wiggled her torso a bit, and realized the grainy feeling beneath her was sand. Her slim fingers clenched the sand, enjoying the warm feeling it offered; then slowly let it seep through her fingers.
Cracking her eyes open just a bit, Sailor tried to observe her surroundings, but found the sun was incredibly bright. It wasn't very hot, per say, but you could definitely feel the sun as it's rays pounded against your skin. She slowly peeked through her eyelashes, this time allowing her eyes to adjust. She was laying on a beach, just as Dr. Leblanc said they would be.
She'd done it; she was in Maya Virtuele. Her heart did a somersault in her chest, and she wondered if it was from fear or excitement. Perhaps both? When Sailor had first been contacted by Dr. Leblanc, she hadn't been sure if she should accept. Though the doctor made it seem simple enough, Sailor was all too aware of how danger could creep into seemingly innocent activities. She was sure this wouldn't be as easy as everyone assumed.
But, really, who could turn down a chance to save the world? Imagine the money and status she'll gain from this - she'll be rich. Hell, she'll be their savior! Well, one of them, anyway. After all, she wasn't doing this alone. Sailor sat up, running her fingers through her brown hair to rid it of the sand it had collected. She used this time to observe her teammates, having not properly met them yet. That struck Sailor as a bit odd; shouldn't they meet each other, establish relationships and whatnot before diving into this mission?
Oh, well, they were here now. It seemed two had awoken before her; one was a girl, who was staring at the ocean, the other a man who had settled in the rocks. He seemed to be watching them all, probably waiting for them to wake up. The others were an assortment of people, all looking peaceful in their induced slumber. She wondered how their faces would change once they woke.
Standing up, Sailor rubbed her hands against her legs in an effort to scrub off the sand. Her brow wrinkled at the strange feeling of the fabric. Glancing down, she realized she was wearing a...jumpsuit. It was a pale lavender color, that was thick, but also seemed to breathe, allowing the cool breeze in and out. It was incredibly comfortable. Her eyes traveled to her feet, and found they were enclosed in black combat boots.
Sailor loosened the collar of her new clothing, letting the salty air caress her warm neck. Carefully stepping around the others, she made her way to the girl, deciding she might as well start introducing herself. "Hey," Sailor said, her smooth voice coming out a bit gruff. She cleared her throat, "I'm Sailor, Sailor Westfall. Who are you?"