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Candys Odd Encounter Sr Kah 241130
In the sweltering heat of her under-construction sauna, Candy Monroe's night takes an unexpected and terrifying turn. While absorbed in the labor of fulfilling her dreams of opening a beauty haven, she is abruptly and inexplicably knocked unconscious. Awakening to darkness and disorientation, she finds herself in a stark, claustrophobic room, her situation grim and the air stale. The realization that she is trapped and alone in this eerie, oppressive space grips her with fear and confusion. An unseen interrogator questions her through a crackling intercom, demanding her name and occupation, declaring her a "trophy." Despite her attempts to understand and rationalize the situation, the voice remains indifferent, pushing for details about her presence in Haven.
Candy's struggle for escape is palpable as she navigates the cold, stone floor and the metal door that stands as her only barrier to freedom. Misinterpreting questions in her panic, she mentions a carrot cake she left baking, a stark reminder of the normalcy she's been torn from. Her desperation increases as she searches fruitlessly for a way out, all while being prodded for answers by the gruff, modulated voice. The conversation takes an ominous turn as a hissing sound signifies the introduction of gas into the room, leading to Candy losing consciousness once again. Miraculously, she awakes back in the sauna she was working on, the physical pain and a peculiar taste in her mouth the only evidences of her ordeal. The experience, though harrowing, leaves her back where she started, with unresolved questions and a lingering fear, indicative of the dark underbelly of Haven she's unwittingly brushed against.
(Candy's odd encounter(SRKah):SRKah)
[Fri Nov 29 2024]
In a stiflingly hot sauna at Bliss Massage Services
This stiflingly hot sauna is a sweaty and serene retreat for ultimate relaxation. The walls and ceiling are made from warm, natural wood planks to create a calming, earthy atmosphere. Two tiers of smooth, slatted wooden benches sit on either side. The lower bench offers a more casual, relaxed seat, while the upper tier provides a slightly elevated vantage point, perfect for a deeper, more immersive heat experience. At one end, the traditional sauna heater stands ready, its stones glowing intensely, radiating a powerful, invigorating heat that fills the room. A small wooden bucket and ladle rest nearby, ready for splashing water over the stones to release bursts of steamy, sweltering heat. Soft, muted light comes from regularly spaced
It is night, about 51F(10C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a new moon.
(Your target is abducted in their sleep, waking up alone in a locked room. They need to either escape or draw attention to them so their allies can come and provide assistance.
)
Candy looks around the half-built sauna, giving her sweaty face a rub and streaking it with dirt as she reaches for the next bench that needs installing. "Well, Candy, if you'd not spent -all- your cash, you could have hired someone to do this FOR you but nooo. No." She sighs, knowing it will be worth it if, no,.. when, she finally manages to open her own little beauty haven.
Tonight seems like any other night in Haven, but that's not always a good thing. While Candy works, her attention will be occupied by the work in front of her and perhaps that's why she won't notice at all when someone comes a-lurking up to the area where she works. Putting in flooring and benches - it's hard work and it takes concentration! She'll have just enough warning, a woman's intuition when something isn't quite right and then a pain will blossom in the back of her head, and the world will go dark around Candy. Pain comes again as consciousness comes back to her slowly. She'll find herself in a dark room. Awakening in a pitch-black room, the heart pounds in the chest. The oppressive darkness is almost tangible, pressing in from all sides. The air is thick and stale, carrying a faint, metallic scent that sets nerves on edge. The faint hum of an unseen ventilation system is the only sound, breaking the oppressive silence.
As eyes adjust to the darkness, awareness of the cold, hard surface beneath becomes clear. Lying on a rough, stone floor, the chill seeps through clothes and into bones. The walls, too, are made of stone, their surfaces uneven and damp to the touch. The room is small and claustrophobic, with no windows or visible light sources. Sitting up slowly, movements are cautious and deliberate. Reaching out, fingers brush against the rough texture of the walls, searching for any sign of an exit. The room feels like a tomb, its oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on the mind. The silence is deafening, broken only by the occasional drip of water from somewhere above.
A sense of dread settles in as the realization of being locked in hits. The door, if there is one, is hidden in the darkness, its presence masked by the impenetrable blackness. A surge of panic rises within, breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The room seems to close in, the walls pressing closer with each passing moment. In the darkness, senses are heightened. The faint rustle of something moving in the shadows sends a shiver down the spine. The air feels thick and heavy, each breath a struggle. Trying to calm down, focusing on the rhythmic beat of the heart, but the fear is relentless, gnawing at the edges of sanity. The room is a prison, its ominous presence a constant reminder of isolation. Finding a way out is imperative, but the darkness is all-consuming, a void that swallows any hope of escape. Alone, trapped in a place that feels more like a nightmare than reality, with no way of knowing what lies beyond the suffocating blackness.
Lifting her hands to the back of her head, Candy grimaces, wincing as she drags a breath in through gritted teeth, "What.. what the.. fucking ouch.." Touching at the back of her head, she pulls her hands forward to check for blood, only then seeming to realise the darkness she finds herself in. Gradually, realisation takes hold and she freezes, listening, letting her vision acclimatise. Her voice comes as a breathy whisper at first, far meeker than she expected herself to sound. "H..hello? Hello is anyone.. can anyone hear me?"
As Candy speaks, an intercom crackles to life from somewhere. It's hard to say where, the room is barely lit by a flickering dingy lightbulb that constantly flicks in and out like a slow strobe. It dangles from exposed wiring with a single pull chain extending beneath that, and the walls are water-stained concrete and cinderblock. Not the hilton resort that is for damn certain. "State your name." The voice is generic, probably modulated through the intercom to avoid detection. The room carries the same kind of ominious presence as any holding cell or prison.
Candy pushes herself up to her feet, oddly unsteady, whether from the darkness, or the uneven stone floor or the worrying head injury. Her gaze flicks around the room, desperately searching for the origin of the speaker. The strobing of the light feels like it's pulsing in time with the throbbing of her head but she squints through the discomfort. She reaches out to orient herself with a hand on a wall, the cold stone stealing any warmth left in her palm, "It's.. It's Candy, Candy.. Monroe.. Who's there? I think, this is probably some sort of accident or.. I shouldn't be here?"
"This is no accident. You've been taken as trophy. What is your occupation, Candy Monroe?" The voice continues to crackle out of an unseen speaker hidden somewhere, outside of Candy's range of view for the time being at least. While she tries to re-orient herself the voice continues, giving her little time to concentrate too hard on one thing for too long. "Calm yourself, and sit down." There's nothing more now but crackling and static that spits through that hidden speaker. The sound of water dripping quietly comes, but it must be something leaking through the ceiling or elsewhere. The door when Candy comes across it is metal, and appears to be held with a magnetic lock. Serious stuff! Not something you'd normally see outside of a hospital or a prison. This doesn't feel like either.
There's no reply for a while as Candy struggles against the shock and pain in her head to process what she's hearing. Her breathing starts to quicken, the pounding in her head growing louder as her panic grows. "A trophy? I'm.. no, that's not right, I'm not a trophy, I'm nobody special! I'm.. I just give massages and make cakes!" Her voice starts to crack on the last words, vision failing her further as her eyes start to fill with tears. "I have a carrot cake in the oven, right now, and.. it's going to burn.." She trails off, hearing how stupid her complaint is given the situation she finds herself in. Swallowing down, she runs her hands along the edges of the walls, using the little light when it flicks on to skim the room, searching till she comes across the metal of the door.
"Trophies come in all shapes and sizes. Massage and cake. Why are here, in Haven Candy Monroe?" The questions keep coming, and the light of the bulb seems to strobe quicker, more rapidly as if not so much about the crappy wiring either, but maybe something a little more controlled? Subterfuge upon subterfuge. The room continues to intimidate but at least Candy can feel the metal of the door. It's something tangible, a viable means of escape if only she can determine how to make that happen. With noone to call on, she'll have to fend for herself for now. She may be new to Haven, but this is no small introduction to the underbelly that hides in the deep and the shadows beneath this town's facade. "Your cake is meaningless. Answer the questions." THe voice clears up a little, the modulation breaking perhaps. It sounds gruff.
Misunderstanding the question, or perhaps too confused and overwhelmed to properly parse it, Candy blurts out, "It's carrot, with cinnamon, and cream cheese frosting." She continues to feel at the door, hand sliding up along the cold metal, looking for a catch, a key hole, anything as she finally gets the question, attempting an answer, perhaps more to distract the voice while she continues feeling at that unmarked slab of metal she's hoping will be her salvation, "I didn't aim.. for Haven, I aimed for anywhere. I got on a bus, I had a little cash, I just.. Haven just happened to be a stop I got off for a nights rest, and.. and when I was looking around before leaving, I found a little place that I could afford. I didn't think I'd be able to but.. but I could and... " Thinking she finds a catch, she stops speaking, fingering it a little harder before realising it's nothing at all.
The sound of a soft hissing begins to edge in at the corners of Candy's perception. That can't be good. "A transplant." The questions sound clinical, even though this place doesn't really seem very much like a hospital or medical facility of any kind. The voice continues, but it's meaningless. That gas continues to hiss out and fill the room until Candy seems to be feeling something as her consciousness begins to waiver and dip out once more. Then it's all blackout once more. When she wakes up agian, she'll find herself on the floor of her half-built sauna. The only thing that tells her the experience was anything more than a dream? The taste at the back of her mouth, and that sore pain that still throbs at the back of her head ...
SRKah says "If you walk down - you will get dropped back into the grid. Let me know what cross intersection is closest and I will telport you there or tell me somewhere that is close andI will get yo uclose. "
Candy's struggle for escape is palpable as she navigates the cold, stone floor and the metal door that stands as her only barrier to freedom. Misinterpreting questions in her panic, she mentions a carrot cake she left baking, a stark reminder of the normalcy she's been torn from. Her desperation increases as she searches fruitlessly for a way out, all while being prodded for answers by the gruff, modulated voice. The conversation takes an ominous turn as a hissing sound signifies the introduction of gas into the room, leading to Candy losing consciousness once again. Miraculously, she awakes back in the sauna she was working on, the physical pain and a peculiar taste in her mouth the only evidences of her ordeal. The experience, though harrowing, leaves her back where she started, with unresolved questions and a lingering fear, indicative of the dark underbelly of Haven she's unwittingly brushed against.
(Candy's odd encounter(SRKah):SRKah)
[Fri Nov 29 2024]
In a stiflingly hot sauna at Bliss Massage Services
This stiflingly hot sauna is a sweaty and serene retreat for ultimate relaxation. The walls and ceiling are made from warm, natural wood planks to create a calming, earthy atmosphere. Two tiers of smooth, slatted wooden benches sit on either side. The lower bench offers a more casual, relaxed seat, while the upper tier provides a slightly elevated vantage point, perfect for a deeper, more immersive heat experience. At one end, the traditional sauna heater stands ready, its stones glowing intensely, radiating a powerful, invigorating heat that fills the room. A small wooden bucket and ladle rest nearby, ready for splashing water over the stones to release bursts of steamy, sweltering heat. Soft, muted light comes from regularly spaced
It is night, about 51F(10C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a new moon.
(Your target is abducted in their sleep, waking up alone in a locked room. They need to either escape or draw attention to them so their allies can come and provide assistance.
)
Candy looks around the half-built sauna, giving her sweaty face a rub and streaking it with dirt as she reaches for the next bench that needs installing. "Well, Candy, if you'd not spent -all- your cash, you could have hired someone to do this FOR you but nooo. No." She sighs, knowing it will be worth it if, no,.. when, she finally manages to open her own little beauty haven.
Tonight seems like any other night in Haven, but that's not always a good thing. While Candy works, her attention will be occupied by the work in front of her and perhaps that's why she won't notice at all when someone comes a-lurking up to the area where she works. Putting in flooring and benches - it's hard work and it takes concentration! She'll have just enough warning, a woman's intuition when something isn't quite right and then a pain will blossom in the back of her head, and the world will go dark around Candy. Pain comes again as consciousness comes back to her slowly. She'll find herself in a dark room. Awakening in a pitch-black room, the heart pounds in the chest. The oppressive darkness is almost tangible, pressing in from all sides. The air is thick and stale, carrying a faint, metallic scent that sets nerves on edge. The faint hum of an unseen ventilation system is the only sound, breaking the oppressive silence.
As eyes adjust to the darkness, awareness of the cold, hard surface beneath becomes clear. Lying on a rough, stone floor, the chill seeps through clothes and into bones. The walls, too, are made of stone, their surfaces uneven and damp to the touch. The room is small and claustrophobic, with no windows or visible light sources. Sitting up slowly, movements are cautious and deliberate. Reaching out, fingers brush against the rough texture of the walls, searching for any sign of an exit. The room feels like a tomb, its oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on the mind. The silence is deafening, broken only by the occasional drip of water from somewhere above.
A sense of dread settles in as the realization of being locked in hits. The door, if there is one, is hidden in the darkness, its presence masked by the impenetrable blackness. A surge of panic rises within, breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The room seems to close in, the walls pressing closer with each passing moment. In the darkness, senses are heightened. The faint rustle of something moving in the shadows sends a shiver down the spine. The air feels thick and heavy, each breath a struggle. Trying to calm down, focusing on the rhythmic beat of the heart, but the fear is relentless, gnawing at the edges of sanity. The room is a prison, its ominous presence a constant reminder of isolation. Finding a way out is imperative, but the darkness is all-consuming, a void that swallows any hope of escape. Alone, trapped in a place that feels more like a nightmare than reality, with no way of knowing what lies beyond the suffocating blackness.
Lifting her hands to the back of her head, Candy grimaces, wincing as she drags a breath in through gritted teeth, "What.. what the.. fucking ouch.." Touching at the back of her head, she pulls her hands forward to check for blood, only then seeming to realise the darkness she finds herself in. Gradually, realisation takes hold and she freezes, listening, letting her vision acclimatise. Her voice comes as a breathy whisper at first, far meeker than she expected herself to sound. "H..hello? Hello is anyone.. can anyone hear me?"
As Candy speaks, an intercom crackles to life from somewhere. It's hard to say where, the room is barely lit by a flickering dingy lightbulb that constantly flicks in and out like a slow strobe. It dangles from exposed wiring with a single pull chain extending beneath that, and the walls are water-stained concrete and cinderblock. Not the hilton resort that is for damn certain. "State your name." The voice is generic, probably modulated through the intercom to avoid detection. The room carries the same kind of ominious presence as any holding cell or prison.
Candy pushes herself up to her feet, oddly unsteady, whether from the darkness, or the uneven stone floor or the worrying head injury. Her gaze flicks around the room, desperately searching for the origin of the speaker. The strobing of the light feels like it's pulsing in time with the throbbing of her head but she squints through the discomfort. She reaches out to orient herself with a hand on a wall, the cold stone stealing any warmth left in her palm, "It's.. It's Candy, Candy.. Monroe.. Who's there? I think, this is probably some sort of accident or.. I shouldn't be here?"
"This is no accident. You've been taken as trophy. What is your occupation, Candy Monroe?" The voice continues to crackle out of an unseen speaker hidden somewhere, outside of Candy's range of view for the time being at least. While she tries to re-orient herself the voice continues, giving her little time to concentrate too hard on one thing for too long. "Calm yourself, and sit down." There's nothing more now but crackling and static that spits through that hidden speaker. The sound of water dripping quietly comes, but it must be something leaking through the ceiling or elsewhere. The door when Candy comes across it is metal, and appears to be held with a magnetic lock. Serious stuff! Not something you'd normally see outside of a hospital or a prison. This doesn't feel like either.
There's no reply for a while as Candy struggles against the shock and pain in her head to process what she's hearing. Her breathing starts to quicken, the pounding in her head growing louder as her panic grows. "A trophy? I'm.. no, that's not right, I'm not a trophy, I'm nobody special! I'm.. I just give massages and make cakes!" Her voice starts to crack on the last words, vision failing her further as her eyes start to fill with tears. "I have a carrot cake in the oven, right now, and.. it's going to burn.." She trails off, hearing how stupid her complaint is given the situation she finds herself in. Swallowing down, she runs her hands along the edges of the walls, using the little light when it flicks on to skim the room, searching till she comes across the metal of the door.
"Trophies come in all shapes and sizes. Massage and cake. Why are here, in Haven Candy Monroe?" The questions keep coming, and the light of the bulb seems to strobe quicker, more rapidly as if not so much about the crappy wiring either, but maybe something a little more controlled? Subterfuge upon subterfuge. The room continues to intimidate but at least Candy can feel the metal of the door. It's something tangible, a viable means of escape if only she can determine how to make that happen. With noone to call on, she'll have to fend for herself for now. She may be new to Haven, but this is no small introduction to the underbelly that hides in the deep and the shadows beneath this town's facade. "Your cake is meaningless. Answer the questions." THe voice clears up a little, the modulation breaking perhaps. It sounds gruff.
Misunderstanding the question, or perhaps too confused and overwhelmed to properly parse it, Candy blurts out, "It's carrot, with cinnamon, and cream cheese frosting." She continues to feel at the door, hand sliding up along the cold metal, looking for a catch, a key hole, anything as she finally gets the question, attempting an answer, perhaps more to distract the voice while she continues feeling at that unmarked slab of metal she's hoping will be her salvation, "I didn't aim.. for Haven, I aimed for anywhere. I got on a bus, I had a little cash, I just.. Haven just happened to be a stop I got off for a nights rest, and.. and when I was looking around before leaving, I found a little place that I could afford. I didn't think I'd be able to but.. but I could and... " Thinking she finds a catch, she stops speaking, fingering it a little harder before realising it's nothing at all.
The sound of a soft hissing begins to edge in at the corners of Candy's perception. That can't be good. "A transplant." The questions sound clinical, even though this place doesn't really seem very much like a hospital or medical facility of any kind. The voice continues, but it's meaningless. That gas continues to hiss out and fill the room until Candy seems to be feeling something as her consciousness begins to waiver and dip out once more. Then it's all blackout once more. When she wakes up agian, she'll find herself on the floor of her half-built sauna. The only thing that tells her the experience was anything more than a dream? The taste at the back of her mouth, and that sore pain that still throbs at the back of her head ...
SRKah says "If you walk down - you will get dropped back into the grid. Let me know what cross intersection is closest and I will telport you there or tell me somewhere that is close andI will get yo uclose. "