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Meridiths Odd Encounter Sr Simon 240331
Meridith, still exhilarated from the effects of ecstasy, is drawn out of her cozy cabin by a haunting and enticing melody that seems familiar yet otherworldly. This melody, which she feels has been a part of her very essence since creation, lures her towards the sea, compelling her with its promise of connection and mystery. Clad only in hastily grabbed clothes, she dances through the streets, synchronizing her movements with the rhythmic ebb and flow of the ocean waves. The dance leads her to the beach, where she encounters a mesmerizing figure emerging from the sea. This creature, a siren, claims to be the composer of Meridith's song, suggesting a profound and mystical bond between them. The siren's seductive call and the ethereal beauty of the moment overpower Meridith's senses, leading her to disregard the primal warnings flashing through her mind.
As she steps closer to the siren, entranced by the creature's allure and the intoxicating melody, the siren reveals her true intentions. The dreamlike encounter turns nightmarish as the siren, now revealing her predatory nature, tightens her grip on Meridith, intending to claim her heart as a token. In a moment of clarity amidst the horror, Meridith manages to fight back, using a piece of sea glass to wound the siren. The creature, in agony and anger, retreats back into the depths of the sea, leaving Meridith bleeding, traumatized, and alone on the shore. The haunting melody that once seemed enchanting now lingers as a chilling reminder of her brush with death, echoing ominously in her mind as she tries to move past the traumatic experience.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRSimon):SRSimon)
[Sat Mar 30 2024]
In A Small Cabin
In this small but well-designed living space the walls are adorned with wooden panels, giving a sense of nature indoors. To your left, there's a black sofa with plush cushions, and warious throw pillows. The sofa is strategically placed near a large window that allows natural light to fill the room during the day. The window also provides picturesque views of the surrounding wilderness.
On the opposite side, there's a neatly arranged bed with green linens and various mix-matched pillows. The bed is framed by a wooden headboard, adding to the rustic feel of the cabin. Overhead, a warm and subtle lighting fixture casts a soft glow, creating a tranquil ambiance in the sleeping area.
Adjacent to the bed, a built-in closet is seamlessly integrated into the wooden wall. The closet features sliding or folding doors, maximizing space efficiency. Inside, there are shelves, drawers, and hanging rods for organizing clothes and personal items, keeping the cabin clutter-free.
Overall, this one-bedroom cabin combines the comforts of modern living with the tranquility of nature, providing a serene retreat for those seeking a peaceful escape.
It is night, about 38F(3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
(Your target is abducted by a sea creature that's somehow crossed over into our world, it is up to them to survive for long enough that their allies can come help.
)
Meridith finishes showering after a long night, still a little high on ecstasy.
That rush is a heady one, where the world really opens up to you. It's not unusual for your senses to become heightened and attuned to things that are usually missed by people with their busy lives. Even the water that fell from the shower seemed to be singing to Meridith, little droplets working as notes as they bounce off of her body, and the tiles of the shower.
Meridith humms an adoring melody, content, wholly with the world and her place in it right now.
Is Meridith humming this melody, or is it humming her? Has it been there, under the surface all this while? Since the days of creation themselves? There's a second voice joining her own, harmonzing, calling to her. It comes from outside her home, it comes from the sea, and carries the eb and flow of the tide in it's song.
Meridith sings along with the melody that reaches her, she blinks, hearing the notes on the air and turns off the shower, moving to dry as she listens intently to the sounds.
The song worms it's way through Meridith, into Meridith. As if it were part of her. Just as it had been there since the age of reality, it was there at her inception too. In the womb. At her birth. Through her life. Always in the background. Always there. Always ensuring she wasn't alone. It is now that that song calls to her though, binds her, and lures her both, fills her chest aflutter with a yearning for the sea.
Meridith's pupils dilate further, she exhales, breathless, ecstatic to hear the song. She, if she has the wherewithal, would dress, heading out into the night toward that sound.
Thankfully Meridith has the presence of mind to clothe herself before heading off into the cold and dark of the night, and while the sea is a modest distance away, she can hear the waves from outside of her home. Eb and flow, in and out. She may find her breathing syncing to the rhythm of the ocean.
Meridith does, timing her steps with bound leaps between the rhythm of the waves that she can feel within herself. She makes a dance of it to the melody as she moves.
Meridith dances through the streets of Haven, under her own sort of spell as slumber captures the majority of people. Her movements are fluid, and beautiful. She has a fighters rhythm, the sort of battle beat that comes with combat, and it translates surprisngly easily into these more gentle, harmonic movements. There's no time at all, at least by her perception, before her bare feet are sinking into sand, and surf, her shoes having been lost somewhere along on her journey.
Meridith blinks, a time skip, possibly too much of the drug? What was it...the smiley face one? Or the eiffel tower one? She exhales lazily, working her toes into the sand, she closes her eyes, embracing the cool feel of the air around her.
Are those words threading their way into the music, into the song? Words that glide from Meridith's tongue as if they'd been placed there by the divine themselves? The moon hangs heavy, and pregnant in the sky - looming over the beach and the girl who dances there. Another figure joins the dance then, roiling and shifting serpent-like from the sea, her movements coiled and slow as they mimic Meridith's own. Blood-red lips sing the song shared by the women, "Daughter mine, daughter mine." She croons, seductive and sweet. Her flesh is pale, and mottled, yet beautiful in it's own manner. Fingers webbed. Her tail glitters in the moonlight, where legs may be for other women.
Meridith finds herself walking, then she sees the other figure and gasps. "It's your song," she whispers, tearful suddenly from the beauty of it. She is frozen a moment, just taking in her visage, looking upon her form with wonder.
"It is -our- song." The woman whispers in response, her words carrying across the space between them effortless as she slithers in closer from the sea, beads of water trailing down her body. Her chest is exposed, and hardly modest, a long slender piece of sea glass hangs from a twine about her neck, trailing down the valley between her breasts. There are brilliant scales at her waist, where flesh gives way to the beginning of her tail. Her hair is the muted colour of seaweed, and threated with many tokens, tributes and treasures. "It is our song." She repeats herself again, extending her hands open to Meridith, "Come to me, daughter. Come to me, child." There's something in the primal reptile part of Meridith's brain, that flickers out a warning. Something that tries to swim through the haze of drugs and enchantment -but the woman is very alluring, is she not?
Meridith gasps, and she strides a half step closer to her, she is in awe, the way the light of the moon plays along her scales, the glint of the glass, the shape of her body. Her entire body trembles, hypnotized by the incredible beauty and stimulation of sight and sound. Being high on e helps too. She moves to take her hand. "Daughter...?" she asks uncertainly.
The woman of the water raises her webbed hand, gesturing for Meridith to come closer yet. Closer, and closer. There's that odd sensation then, that one gets when they stand in the water at the beach. It's the way the tide draws you out to sea, slowly, but surely, and you only quite realize the distance when you look back to the shore. The sand beneath Meridith's feet, and the gentle lap of the water betray her, drawing her closer, slowly. "I plucked stars from the sky, and sung your song into being. I wove you of hopes, and dreams, and starlight, and allowed your melody to vibrate within the world of men, but that time is over, my darling." It's a very convincing lie, based solely on how well the woman sells it. Though the drugs probably help too.
Meridith gasps, another jump in time and she's walking step by step toward the woman, desirous, dreamlike look on her expression, the idea of danger is impossible. "Thank you," she murmurs in a dull distant tone, absurd as the woman's claims are. She tries to recall what she was doing before this, a thin tether to pull her back, but she wants this dream to continue, desperately.
That hand reaches out then, wet and cold, to stroke across Meridith's cheek, cupping her gently. "You are welcome, my sweet. My daughter. My treasure." The singer assures her gently, their other hand raising to run fingers through her hair, spilling seawater over her pretty features. "Are you truly thankful, though?" The woman wonders, coyly so, her tail shifting through the water to slowly glide about Meridith as she asks.
Meridith lets out a quiet sound, leaning against the tail as it brushes against her. Even the stroke across her cheek makes her spine tingle. She exhales. "I am...what do you need...?" she asks. Eyes growing a little more focused.
"Shhh." The thumb of the hand that cradles Meridith's features brushes over her lip, physically shushing her as well as verbally as the woman who claimed to have sung her into life leans a little closer. Her beautiful, alien features drift slowly over Meridith's own, and those blood-red lips quirk into a gentle smile, "I hid a gift inside of you when I composed you." The tail starts to shift and coil about Meridith's frame now, working up her body from the water.
Meridith shifts uneasily as she is being lifted up. She lets out a surprised sound, body still trembling with the sensation of just being touched. But her brain recognizes her surroundings a little more. Still flushed she asks, "W-what did you hide...in me?" she asks before beginning to try to push gently to free herself.
The gentle attempts to free herself are largely ignored, as the grip of tail and hand both grow more firm and controlling. The other hand of the woman reaches away from her hair, and shifts down to press against her shirt, against her chest, where the beat of Meridith's heart can be felt by the cold, wet limb. "Your heart, my love."
Meridith gasps she lets out a worried cry, shifting left then right as the hand grows firm, as she presses against her shirt. "N-no...! No...t-that's mine!" She insists, wriggling. "I need it...!"
"Shh." The siren responds back to Meridith, her truth nature becoming all the more readily apparent as the enchantment begins to falter, and fade. She's just as beautiful as ever, but there's terror to be found in her features now. Her eyes are like cats eyes, slit, and cruel, and cold. Her pretty lips surround a mouth of sharp, vicious teeth. The trinkets and treasures that flow and tie through her hair are those of the dead, and lost at sea. Teeth. Eyes. Rings and bracelets from those she's consumed. The shard of sea glass, sharp as ever, rocks between her breasts as Meridith struggles and shifts, and her tail begins to constrict and bind her, "You don't, my sweet, but I will remember you. Take comfort in knowing that you will continue to live forever, as part of me." Those long, dexterous fingers of hers, webbed and clawed, begin to press through the material and into the soft flesh of Meridith's rib cage.
Meridith shifts and squirms letting out a sharp sound. She begins to fight now, writhing against her grip, through the haze of drugs deadening her limbs. She focuses her mind as those fingers trace against her ribs and makes her spine tingle. Terror gripping icy against her heart. She gazes into the glass, an idea forming.
There's a quiet, terrible sound that begins to rise up from the back of the Siren's throat, as harsh and offputting as her song was beautiful. It's laughter, and it makes Meridith's ears want to seal up. She pulls her closer yet, pressing those sharp claws into her flesh, cutting through her as blood begins to ooze, "Worry not, darling. I will make this quick." She promises, leaning in closer, causing the glass to swing between her breasts to sling closer to Meridith.
Meridith pulls it to her hand with a sudden rush of clarity as pain rings through her body. She lets out a sharp howl of a sound and tries to drive it into the woman's heart with a fercious sound.
The blade of sea glass stabs into the Siren's chest, though it only manages to make it a few inches through her thickened, preternatural skin. It's enough though. Surprise and pain work in tandum as she screams. It's a blood-curdling thing too, causing Meridith's head to swim, and ears to ring as her eardrums burst, blood oozing from both ears. The Siren tosses her aside as it flails about, dragging itself away from her, and grasping at the bloody, jagged wound in it's chest, "How dare you!" It screams at her, frothing at the mouth, and lashing out like a wounded animal as it flits back into the deeper, safer waters, turned so quickly from the predator to the prey.
Meridith cries, screaming until the sound leaves her, ears bleeding as she staggers from the water, sobbing fearfully, furiously, embarassed.
The screams, and screeches continue to haunt Meridith, even as she scrambles from the sea and the sand, and up toward the relative safety of dry land. It's only hours later, when the terrible, ear-splitting song that haunts her finally ends, as the Siren either succumbs to it's wounds, or retreats into a rested state of it's own, plotting and planning it's revenge.
Meridith really needs to sleep. And sleep. And Sleep. And sleep...
The sound lingers in her mind, a twisted tune Meridith can't get out of her head. She finds herself humming it, in the months ahead
As she steps closer to the siren, entranced by the creature's allure and the intoxicating melody, the siren reveals her true intentions. The dreamlike encounter turns nightmarish as the siren, now revealing her predatory nature, tightens her grip on Meridith, intending to claim her heart as a token. In a moment of clarity amidst the horror, Meridith manages to fight back, using a piece of sea glass to wound the siren. The creature, in agony and anger, retreats back into the depths of the sea, leaving Meridith bleeding, traumatized, and alone on the shore. The haunting melody that once seemed enchanting now lingers as a chilling reminder of her brush with death, echoing ominously in her mind as she tries to move past the traumatic experience.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRSimon):SRSimon)
[Sat Mar 30 2024]
In A Small Cabin
In this small but well-designed living space the walls are adorned with wooden panels, giving a sense of nature indoors. To your left, there's a black sofa with plush cushions, and warious throw pillows. The sofa is strategically placed near a large window that allows natural light to fill the room during the day. The window also provides picturesque views of the surrounding wilderness.
On the opposite side, there's a neatly arranged bed with green linens and various mix-matched pillows. The bed is framed by a wooden headboard, adding to the rustic feel of the cabin. Overhead, a warm and subtle lighting fixture casts a soft glow, creating a tranquil ambiance in the sleeping area.
Adjacent to the bed, a built-in closet is seamlessly integrated into the wooden wall. The closet features sliding or folding doors, maximizing space efficiency. Inside, there are shelves, drawers, and hanging rods for organizing clothes and personal items, keeping the cabin clutter-free.
Overall, this one-bedroom cabin combines the comforts of modern living with the tranquility of nature, providing a serene retreat for those seeking a peaceful escape.
It is night, about 38F(3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
(Your target is abducted by a sea creature that's somehow crossed over into our world, it is up to them to survive for long enough that their allies can come help.
)
Meridith finishes showering after a long night, still a little high on ecstasy.
That rush is a heady one, where the world really opens up to you. It's not unusual for your senses to become heightened and attuned to things that are usually missed by people with their busy lives. Even the water that fell from the shower seemed to be singing to Meridith, little droplets working as notes as they bounce off of her body, and the tiles of the shower.
Meridith humms an adoring melody, content, wholly with the world and her place in it right now.
Is Meridith humming this melody, or is it humming her? Has it been there, under the surface all this while? Since the days of creation themselves? There's a second voice joining her own, harmonzing, calling to her. It comes from outside her home, it comes from the sea, and carries the eb and flow of the tide in it's song.
Meridith sings along with the melody that reaches her, she blinks, hearing the notes on the air and turns off the shower, moving to dry as she listens intently to the sounds.
The song worms it's way through Meridith, into Meridith. As if it were part of her. Just as it had been there since the age of reality, it was there at her inception too. In the womb. At her birth. Through her life. Always in the background. Always there. Always ensuring she wasn't alone. It is now that that song calls to her though, binds her, and lures her both, fills her chest aflutter with a yearning for the sea.
Meridith's pupils dilate further, she exhales, breathless, ecstatic to hear the song. She, if she has the wherewithal, would dress, heading out into the night toward that sound.
Thankfully Meridith has the presence of mind to clothe herself before heading off into the cold and dark of the night, and while the sea is a modest distance away, she can hear the waves from outside of her home. Eb and flow, in and out. She may find her breathing syncing to the rhythm of the ocean.
Meridith does, timing her steps with bound leaps between the rhythm of the waves that she can feel within herself. She makes a dance of it to the melody as she moves.
Meridith dances through the streets of Haven, under her own sort of spell as slumber captures the majority of people. Her movements are fluid, and beautiful. She has a fighters rhythm, the sort of battle beat that comes with combat, and it translates surprisngly easily into these more gentle, harmonic movements. There's no time at all, at least by her perception, before her bare feet are sinking into sand, and surf, her shoes having been lost somewhere along on her journey.
Meridith blinks, a time skip, possibly too much of the drug? What was it...the smiley face one? Or the eiffel tower one? She exhales lazily, working her toes into the sand, she closes her eyes, embracing the cool feel of the air around her.
Are those words threading their way into the music, into the song? Words that glide from Meridith's tongue as if they'd been placed there by the divine themselves? The moon hangs heavy, and pregnant in the sky - looming over the beach and the girl who dances there. Another figure joins the dance then, roiling and shifting serpent-like from the sea, her movements coiled and slow as they mimic Meridith's own. Blood-red lips sing the song shared by the women, "Daughter mine, daughter mine." She croons, seductive and sweet. Her flesh is pale, and mottled, yet beautiful in it's own manner. Fingers webbed. Her tail glitters in the moonlight, where legs may be for other women.
Meridith finds herself walking, then she sees the other figure and gasps. "It's your song," she whispers, tearful suddenly from the beauty of it. She is frozen a moment, just taking in her visage, looking upon her form with wonder.
"It is -our- song." The woman whispers in response, her words carrying across the space between them effortless as she slithers in closer from the sea, beads of water trailing down her body. Her chest is exposed, and hardly modest, a long slender piece of sea glass hangs from a twine about her neck, trailing down the valley between her breasts. There are brilliant scales at her waist, where flesh gives way to the beginning of her tail. Her hair is the muted colour of seaweed, and threated with many tokens, tributes and treasures. "It is our song." She repeats herself again, extending her hands open to Meridith, "Come to me, daughter. Come to me, child." There's something in the primal reptile part of Meridith's brain, that flickers out a warning. Something that tries to swim through the haze of drugs and enchantment -but the woman is very alluring, is she not?
Meridith gasps, and she strides a half step closer to her, she is in awe, the way the light of the moon plays along her scales, the glint of the glass, the shape of her body. Her entire body trembles, hypnotized by the incredible beauty and stimulation of sight and sound. Being high on e helps too. She moves to take her hand. "Daughter...?" she asks uncertainly.
The woman of the water raises her webbed hand, gesturing for Meridith to come closer yet. Closer, and closer. There's that odd sensation then, that one gets when they stand in the water at the beach. It's the way the tide draws you out to sea, slowly, but surely, and you only quite realize the distance when you look back to the shore. The sand beneath Meridith's feet, and the gentle lap of the water betray her, drawing her closer, slowly. "I plucked stars from the sky, and sung your song into being. I wove you of hopes, and dreams, and starlight, and allowed your melody to vibrate within the world of men, but that time is over, my darling." It's a very convincing lie, based solely on how well the woman sells it. Though the drugs probably help too.
Meridith gasps, another jump in time and she's walking step by step toward the woman, desirous, dreamlike look on her expression, the idea of danger is impossible. "Thank you," she murmurs in a dull distant tone, absurd as the woman's claims are. She tries to recall what she was doing before this, a thin tether to pull her back, but she wants this dream to continue, desperately.
That hand reaches out then, wet and cold, to stroke across Meridith's cheek, cupping her gently. "You are welcome, my sweet. My daughter. My treasure." The singer assures her gently, their other hand raising to run fingers through her hair, spilling seawater over her pretty features. "Are you truly thankful, though?" The woman wonders, coyly so, her tail shifting through the water to slowly glide about Meridith as she asks.
Meridith lets out a quiet sound, leaning against the tail as it brushes against her. Even the stroke across her cheek makes her spine tingle. She exhales. "I am...what do you need...?" she asks. Eyes growing a little more focused.
"Shhh." The thumb of the hand that cradles Meridith's features brushes over her lip, physically shushing her as well as verbally as the woman who claimed to have sung her into life leans a little closer. Her beautiful, alien features drift slowly over Meridith's own, and those blood-red lips quirk into a gentle smile, "I hid a gift inside of you when I composed you." The tail starts to shift and coil about Meridith's frame now, working up her body from the water.
Meridith shifts uneasily as she is being lifted up. She lets out a surprised sound, body still trembling with the sensation of just being touched. But her brain recognizes her surroundings a little more. Still flushed she asks, "W-what did you hide...in me?" she asks before beginning to try to push gently to free herself.
The gentle attempts to free herself are largely ignored, as the grip of tail and hand both grow more firm and controlling. The other hand of the woman reaches away from her hair, and shifts down to press against her shirt, against her chest, where the beat of Meridith's heart can be felt by the cold, wet limb. "Your heart, my love."
Meridith gasps she lets out a worried cry, shifting left then right as the hand grows firm, as she presses against her shirt. "N-no...! No...t-that's mine!" She insists, wriggling. "I need it...!"
"Shh." The siren responds back to Meridith, her truth nature becoming all the more readily apparent as the enchantment begins to falter, and fade. She's just as beautiful as ever, but there's terror to be found in her features now. Her eyes are like cats eyes, slit, and cruel, and cold. Her pretty lips surround a mouth of sharp, vicious teeth. The trinkets and treasures that flow and tie through her hair are those of the dead, and lost at sea. Teeth. Eyes. Rings and bracelets from those she's consumed. The shard of sea glass, sharp as ever, rocks between her breasts as Meridith struggles and shifts, and her tail begins to constrict and bind her, "You don't, my sweet, but I will remember you. Take comfort in knowing that you will continue to live forever, as part of me." Those long, dexterous fingers of hers, webbed and clawed, begin to press through the material and into the soft flesh of Meridith's rib cage.
Meridith shifts and squirms letting out a sharp sound. She begins to fight now, writhing against her grip, through the haze of drugs deadening her limbs. She focuses her mind as those fingers trace against her ribs and makes her spine tingle. Terror gripping icy against her heart. She gazes into the glass, an idea forming.
There's a quiet, terrible sound that begins to rise up from the back of the Siren's throat, as harsh and offputting as her song was beautiful. It's laughter, and it makes Meridith's ears want to seal up. She pulls her closer yet, pressing those sharp claws into her flesh, cutting through her as blood begins to ooze, "Worry not, darling. I will make this quick." She promises, leaning in closer, causing the glass to swing between her breasts to sling closer to Meridith.
Meridith pulls it to her hand with a sudden rush of clarity as pain rings through her body. She lets out a sharp howl of a sound and tries to drive it into the woman's heart with a fercious sound.
The blade of sea glass stabs into the Siren's chest, though it only manages to make it a few inches through her thickened, preternatural skin. It's enough though. Surprise and pain work in tandum as she screams. It's a blood-curdling thing too, causing Meridith's head to swim, and ears to ring as her eardrums burst, blood oozing from both ears. The Siren tosses her aside as it flails about, dragging itself away from her, and grasping at the bloody, jagged wound in it's chest, "How dare you!" It screams at her, frothing at the mouth, and lashing out like a wounded animal as it flits back into the deeper, safer waters, turned so quickly from the predator to the prey.
Meridith cries, screaming until the sound leaves her, ears bleeding as she staggers from the water, sobbing fearfully, furiously, embarassed.
The screams, and screeches continue to haunt Meridith, even as she scrambles from the sea and the sand, and up toward the relative safety of dry land. It's only hours later, when the terrible, ear-splitting song that haunts her finally ends, as the Siren either succumbs to it's wounds, or retreats into a rested state of it's own, plotting and planning it's revenge.
Meridith really needs to sleep. And sleep. And Sleep. And sleep...
The sound lingers in her mind, a twisted tune Meridith can't get out of her head. She finds herself humming it, in the months ahead