[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]

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?

[bulletbitten]

She made it for us.

[notvitiligo]

[blink blink]




"Us"?

How big is this place, anyway? Is the monster place and Antikythera part of it, too? Or did you go somewhere else?

[bulletbitten]

All of us, but I never did take kindly to her meddling, and she could never keep me.

I don't know how big it is, it isn't my realm.

[notvitiligo]

I'm with you on the meddling thing.

But you left it, right? I mean, I'm just guessing here, but since you weren't around before...

[bulletbitten]

I left, and I've traveled many worlds.

[notvitiligo]

So there's other worlds outside here...

Wait, how'd you leave? [Almost lost sight of the important thing!]

[bulletbitten]

With my ship.

[notvitiligo]

Did you bust out? And then bust back in? Every attempt to go out I've heard about, people either got knocked out and dragged back, or if they flew, they... just hit a ceiling.

[bulletbitten]

They're not me.

[notvitiligo]

[She deflates against the wall.] Of course.

And I'm pretty sure there's no way for me to arrange a taxi service or whatever to get some of us back home?

[bulletbitten]

It'll cost you.

[notvitiligo]

Probably more than we can manage, unless stuff made of magic dirt counts.