[closed - event] i don't understand how you're gone

[adelicateflame]

Characters: the Damsels.
Date: They awake the morning of the 3rd.
Summary: The adventures of the captive damsels aboard the ship Labrys.
Warnings: None at this moment.

[The morning is rising, the early sun spreading streaks of red and gold out across the surrounding cloudscape, thin beams penetrating the wooden Labrys, spilling across its planks. It is an unfamiliar place that you will awaken in, one filled with the creaking of wood and the musical rattle of dried out bones. Did you think those skeletons carting you off in the night were a dream? Well, now you know for certain. Now you sit in a cage, cold steel surrounding you and cold steel at ankles and wrists. You are a captive.

And soon enough, your captor's shadow falls over you. Her dark hair is wind-tousled, her skin a silken brown. And she is smiling.]

Good morning, ladies.



[[ooc; We have below some basic headers for NPC involvement, you are not restricted to them in the least! If you start up threads with 3 or more involved, try to keep to a hazy tagging order, maybe don't jump anyone more than twice!]]

Comments

[notvitiligo]

Well, I was already kidnapped by Her Majesty... Other than that, this is pretty much my first time for pretty much everything.

Well, except the ship thing. I'm assuming this is a ship, at least. Granted, that was a field trip and not a twisted sleepover.

[bulletbitten]

That bitch kidnapped you?

[She leans closer, tilting her head to get a better look.]

You know that for a fact?

[notvitiligo]

Last I checked, being removed from one's usual, uh, area without permission and kept confined to somewhere else counts as kidnapping in most people's definitions, yeah.

I mean, there's probably some weird magic loopholes going on, but unless I'm missing something...

[bulletbitten]

[She gives an irritated snort, eyes turning down the hallway.]

No, I was looking for a little more drama. [When she looks back that half-grin is back on her face.] Maybe shackles.

[notvitiligo]

I'm afraid I'm not a good supplier of drama.

I, um, would really rather you didn't, but it's already pretty obvious that you don't care what I think, and there's no way for me to stop you, so...

[Jessica: Is also a passive damsel.]

[bulletbitten]

I don't care what you think.

[Affirmative.]

But she might care if you live.

[notvitiligo]

Just to be clear here, you're threatening my life, right?

[bulletbitten]

Not so much threatening as... devaluing.

[notvitiligo]

I'm just trying to figure out how worried for my safety I need to be here. Like on a scale of one to ten, one being "actually, you're going home in a few minutes because this was all a prank," and ten being something involving... I dunno, flesh-eating bacteria or something.

[bulletbitten]

Flesh-eating bacteria.

[She contemplates this.]

I'll have to remember that one.

[notvitiligo]

OK, so I should give up on getting anything useful from you. Not that I'm all that surprised; Nobody around this place wants to give straight answers.

[bulletbitten]

How straight of an answer are you looking for.

[...just a little lesbo humor don't mind us...]

[notvitiligo]

One that makes sense and doesn't dodge the question?

I always figured it was obvious, but maybe it's just the way you guys talk. Maybe here everyone communicates in vagueness and it's just me that's the problem.

[Jessica does not have a sense of humor. At least, not when she's shackled and confused and sore and hungry. It is for this reason that stand up comedians do not usually perform in serial killer basements.]

[bulletbitten]

It ever occur to you they don't know the answer?

[notvitiligo]

I admit, while I've kept that option open, it's not one I've really thought about.

Why? Do you know something they don't? Regarding our situation, not... whatever's going on now.

[bulletbitten]

I'll let you know, after she gives me what I want.

[notvitiligo]

What is it you want?

[bulletbitten]

I want to know how she does it. How she keeps this fucking hunk together and where she gets you chicks from.

[Cause all we've got around here are skeletons. Something is missing.]

[notvitiligo]

Well, I guess that's one thing we'd both like to know.

And you're, what, holding us as ransom?

[bulletbitten]

Yes, I am.

[notvitiligo]

Well, that's probably going to be a while... She, um, did... something. That implies she's, uh, gonna be incommunicado for a while?

And what if she's not even in charge? Like, what if she just found this place? Maybe you know more than I do, but she doesn't seem all that on the ball to me.

[bulletbitten]

Found it?

[She laughs irritably.]

[notvitiligo]

Hey, I'm not working with the knowledge you have, apparently. All I have is speculation. I'd offer to show you my notes, but...

[bulletbitten]

She created this place. I know that for true, but I do not know how.

[notvitiligo]

[She carefully commits this to memory, to be added to her information later.]

How do you know that?