Blue Cats. Shirts? Dinosaurs? Ophelia was out of the loop -- a common occurrence nowadays -- though, this time, it wasn't because of the cryo-sleep. She'd woken up that morning (though days were so long, she normally just covered her eyes when she was tired and slept as long as her body would allow) firmly believing she was the most evolved creature on the face of Petra Exterior (which was a beautiful, pock-marked, barren little face that she was beginning to detest), however, the early morning light found her not snuggled up in her makeshift bed, but far out in the woods-- trying desperately to start a fire. She was quite sure that even a monkey could execute this task, and yet, here she was scraping together two pieces of rock like they would spark; after all, they did in the movies.

She wasn't sure why she'd dreamed of her old pet cat. He'd died long before Earth had fallen through. In fact, he'd died before she'd packed up and shipped out to the boarding school, a desolate place that Ophelia could only remember as gray and white. And yet, the whiskered feline's face had slipped into her consciousness, tickling her silly-- with tentacles?

There must've been something in the air, or it was the strange 72-hour days that were throwing her off. Oh! There was a spark...Ophelia knelt down for a moment, cupping the tiny smoldering pile of dry pine needles (or at least they looked like pine needles) and blowing it gently. A moment later, a tiny flickering flame sprung out of the pile-- before a rogue draft of wind snuffed it out.

Ophelia stared in abject horror at the waste-- before allowing her head to sink to the ground. On Earth, she'd always had the proper equipment-- at least, some form of equipment. And she'd had the skills to recognize whatever she needed in the wild. She wasn't new to starting fires. Yet, it seemed like she'd forgotten everything as soon as she'd arrived on Petra Exterior.

No matter, she didn't need a fire. The chill in the air would subside, and if it didn't, she'd just start walking and warm up that way. Luckily, she wouldn't be walking alone. Ophelia struggled to her feet and brushed off the foliage, before turning to look at her temporary partners in crime, women she'd met the day previous-- though they hadn't talked much. In fact, much to her chagrin, she barely remembered their names.

They'd set out-- as soon as the crack of dawn washed away the night-- and settled down after what felt like a good day of walking. (Which, what with the lack of clocks-- could've been as little as three hours...or less...Ophelia couldn't trust her stamina anymore. Being frozen for who knows how long did that to people.) Their coordinator, if he could be called that, had given them full reign of the exploration...and they'd unanimously decided on the mountain range further upstream.

It was time to get going again. Ophelia puffed up her cheeks before stealing towards the sleeping forms and tapping one on the shoulder.

"Uhm...good morning? Are you guys all rested up?"