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[closed - event] i don't understand how you're gone
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!]]
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!]]
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Sure, you can go first.
[The woman motions her over to the door, a skeleton watch coming in to observe as she turns the key in the door.]
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Thought I'd take a sampling.
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[She motions to a pair of skeletal chaperons.]
They'll show you a room.
[The guards clatter to attention with a pair of lazy salutes.]
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She bows her head and then approaches the guards to be lead off. Her mind is already filling with all manner of clothes that might be available to her. Will there be lavish dresses? Simple tunics? Will she have to wear stockings? Mugi isn't too picky, given the circumstances, but she will never miss an opportunity to
cosplayplay dress-up. ]((ooc: Feel free to tell me whatever she might be given / forced to wear! I am a sucker for details. :3a))
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Once in the room, her attention is focused on the contents of the closets. She peruses the selection and after quite a bit of indecision, Mugi has settled on a somewhat fancy ensemble. The accessories are missing — no shoes, no gloves, no necklace or fancy hairpiece — but she is quite content with the dress itself. The colors are soft pink and peach, and she has even tied her hair up with the ribbons she wore to bed, so that her neck remains bare and cooler.
She cannot help but wonder what Sawako-sensei would think of all this... ]