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Cailyns Odd Encounter Sr Sarah
Cailyn Summers found herself in a troubling and confusing situation, waking up in a cold, foreign prison cell that felt alarmingly real—too real to be a mere figment of her overactive imagination. As she was trying to make sense of her unusual predicament, the sound of footsteps approached her cell with determination. A woman in a neat black suit stood at the entrance, nonchalantly flipping through the pages of a notepad without indulging in much eye contact with Cailyn. The woman addressed her directly, mentioning an order from the mysterious and honorable Lady Illumina. Despite the odd circumstances, Cailyn felt a shiver of apprehension, with the stranger's confidence and easy opening of the cell door leaving her feeling oddly powerless.
The woman in the suit, seemingly bureaucratic yet oddly out of place, promptly invited Cailyn to follow her to change into appropriate attire, indicating a quick and direct end to Cailyn's brief time in the cell. With an intimidating finality, the suited woman cautioned Cailyn against any thoughts of escape, ominously alluding to the non-human nature of the complex's security guards. Under the weight of the implied threat and the mysteriousness of her situation, Cailyn grudgingly realized that compliance might be her only viable option, sparking the beginning of her compliance and further entanglement in the odd ordeal set forth by Lady Illumina.
(Cailyn's odd encounter(SRSarah):SRSarah)
[Thu Nov 16 2023]
In A prison cell deep within a complex
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
A nightmare is probably a good guess for a sudden shift of place, yet on closer inspection, the world is just a bit too /solid/ to be the nightmare. Too real, too tangible. None of the oddities inherent to that shadow of our world. As Cailyn tries to orient herself, she can hear a sound nearing - steps, one person, it seems. They walk lightly towards her cell, though not sneaking whatsoever - confident, instead. (re)
Cailyn shivers in her nearly immodest robe, eyes flicking towards the cell door. Brows furrow and she makes to stand, steadying herself with a hand upon the bed.
The footsteps close, reaching the cell door. A single woman stands there - wearing a neat black suit, round glasses on her face. She is reading something of a notepad, barely affording Cailyn a glance. "Let's see here... Miss... Summers? Ordered by..." she flips a sheet over. "Ah, I see. The honorably lady Illumina" she notes, then opening the cell door - that easy! "If you will come with me, Miss Summers, we'll get you into your proper clothes." A raise of her eyebrow. "Don't think about escaping, Miss Summers. Our security guards are - very distinctly - not human."
The woman in the suit, seemingly bureaucratic yet oddly out of place, promptly invited Cailyn to follow her to change into appropriate attire, indicating a quick and direct end to Cailyn's brief time in the cell. With an intimidating finality, the suited woman cautioned Cailyn against any thoughts of escape, ominously alluding to the non-human nature of the complex's security guards. Under the weight of the implied threat and the mysteriousness of her situation, Cailyn grudgingly realized that compliance might be her only viable option, sparking the beginning of her compliance and further entanglement in the odd ordeal set forth by Lady Illumina.
(Cailyn's odd encounter(SRSarah):SRSarah)
[Thu Nov 16 2023]
In A prison cell deep within a complex
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
A nightmare is probably a good guess for a sudden shift of place, yet on closer inspection, the world is just a bit too /solid/ to be the nightmare. Too real, too tangible. None of the oddities inherent to that shadow of our world. As Cailyn tries to orient herself, she can hear a sound nearing - steps, one person, it seems. They walk lightly towards her cell, though not sneaking whatsoever - confident, instead. (re)
Cailyn shivers in her nearly immodest robe, eyes flicking towards the cell door. Brows furrow and she makes to stand, steadying herself with a hand upon the bed.
The footsteps close, reaching the cell door. A single woman stands there - wearing a neat black suit, round glasses on her face. She is reading something of a notepad, barely affording Cailyn a glance. "Let's see here... Miss... Summers? Ordered by..." she flips a sheet over. "Ah, I see. The honorably lady Illumina" she notes, then opening the cell door - that easy! "If you will come with me, Miss Summers, we'll get you into your proper clothes." A raise of her eyebrow. "Don't think about escaping, Miss Summers. Our security guards are - very distinctly - not human."