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Nehas Odd Encounter Sr Rogier 241125
In an unexpected yet familiar scenario, Neha finds herself once again the victim of an abduction, this time waking up in the peculiar position of being strapped to a stretcher upside down in a crashed van. Her situation quickly takes a turn for the better when Taj, revealing himself with a display of strength and a reassuring demeanor, breaks into the van to rescue her. He informs her she's been drugged and promises her safety at his place, addressing the immediate danger with a calmness that only comes from a combination of supernatural ability and a personal determination to protect Neha. Despite her grogginess and the less-than-ideal realization of her state of undress, Neha finds solace in Taj's presence, his scent, and the comfort of being carried away from danger, allowing herself to drift back to sleep in his arms.
Upon waking, Neha navigates the aftermath of her latest encounter with peril, this time in the cozy setting of Taj's home, greeted by the simple yet comforting offering of tea and biscuits. This gentle wake-up, courtesy of Taj's attentive care, starkly contrasts with the violence of her abduction, symbolizing a momentary peace after the storm. The absence of dreams during her rest signifies a pure escape from reality, a break in the continuous cycle of her kidnappings. Later, the morning evolves into a pleasant interlude, a brief reprieve filled with casual conversation and the unspoken understanding between her and Taj, before he sends her home. Despite the recurring nature of her abductions, this episode ends on a note of quiet gratitude towards the enigmatic protector who turns a potentially dangerous episode into a momentarily tranquil experience, hinting at a complex relationship between the rescuer and the rescued.
(Neha's odd encounter(SRRogier):SRRogier)
[Sun Nov 24 2024]
In a regal, Edwardian bedroom
Brimming with historical charm and elegance, this expansive bedroom has high ceilings and large, sash windows that allow the natural light to pour in to the spacious bedroom. The interior lighting is soft and warm, emanating from strategically placed lamps with fringed and beaded shades as well as a central chandelier of brass and crystal that serves as an absolutely stunning focal point. Embellished with Damask-patterned wallpaper in shades of burgundy and gold across the walls' upper halves, it is beautifully complemented by the richness of dark wood wainscoting below. Matching hardwood flooring is highly polished, enhancing the herringbone pattern and its natural grain, and a few antique, Persian rugs with intricate designs tie in with the room's colour scheme.
It is morning, about 43F(6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(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.
)
For the third time in recent history, Neha wakes up in the back of a van. She's basically a professional at this by now. Only this time, she seems to be hanging upside down from where she's been strapped to a stretcher... which has been fastened to the ceiling.
Or, no. To the floor - which is now above her.
A buzzing in her ears that she hadn't been aware of fades out, and then the back of the van's doors groan in protest as dark-skinned fingers begin to pry them open by the corners. Taj might not be able to simply rip the reinforced steel from its hinges, but concentrating all his strength into his fingertips helps him break through, and the instant he does, he scoots forward to collect Neha's numb body from the stretched, cradling her in an arm as the other undoes her straps.
"You've been drugged," he murmurs, those smoky Tamil tones warming her skin in an instant. "Don't worry. I was watching for this. I'm going to bring you to my home. You'll be safe."
That would explain the van being knocked upside down, then.
Neha is real tired of this shit, actually. She'd been perfectly comfortable in bed, enjoying what sleep she'd manage to get before it was time to get back to the grind, and she's really not looking forward to whatever whoever had in mind for her. It's a good thing that the whoever in question happens to be Taj this time instead of her being flaunted around for Yet Another Syndicate Auction. Her only response is a warbled groan - tell her they put clothes on her instead of kidnapping her in her underwear, please - and she instinctively shifts towards the source of the voice - as much as she can considering current circumstances anyway, and- oh, never mind, she's being cradled in his arms.
It's much too hard to keep her eyes open. Neha lets them slip shut, and breathes in a nice, relaxing lungful of the man's scent. He does smell very good. She's going back to sleep.
Alas, poor Neha. She is indeed most bare. It's mercy enough they left the underwear on in the first place, one might suppose. Getting to sleep isn't too difficult; she's still sedated, and had only been stirred from her chemical rest by whatever the hell knocked that van back over. What might normally have required cunning and know-how and perhaps a little daring-do to escape a syndicate kidnapping has, ultimately, been averted. Such is the virtue of experience, and also the virtue of having a considerably powerful Hindu demigod stalking and/or courting you. But tonight it is all to Neha's benefit, at least.
She does not dream while she sleeps. Time does not pass, really - the stupor is more of a hole in her mind between her eyes shutting and opening again.
It's a slow coming-to, and the cotton wool fog stuffing her mind doesn't help. She hadn't felt this while she was under in the first place, so this is probably more of a hangover effect than the presence of the drug itself. There's a cup of tea set on a small plate on a bedside table - not her own - with two small digestive biscuits. It's not boiling hot, but it's still very warm and more than drinkable by the time she wakes up. Either Taj had a good eye for when the drugs would wear off, or he'd been obsessively switching out teacups for her to have the most comfortable transition into wakefulness possible.
It's probably the latter.
The rest of the morning's a lot more pleasant, and all Neha has to offer up is a bit of her time to nibble on cookies and enjoy a warm drink before enduring Taj's company for an hour or two before he sends her home. It's not a bad deal, really.
OOC: Sorry to make this one short, but this is our third time playing out this prompt in a month! Onwards onto new and novel stories.
Upon waking, Neha navigates the aftermath of her latest encounter with peril, this time in the cozy setting of Taj's home, greeted by the simple yet comforting offering of tea and biscuits. This gentle wake-up, courtesy of Taj's attentive care, starkly contrasts with the violence of her abduction, symbolizing a momentary peace after the storm. The absence of dreams during her rest signifies a pure escape from reality, a break in the continuous cycle of her kidnappings. Later, the morning evolves into a pleasant interlude, a brief reprieve filled with casual conversation and the unspoken understanding between her and Taj, before he sends her home. Despite the recurring nature of her abductions, this episode ends on a note of quiet gratitude towards the enigmatic protector who turns a potentially dangerous episode into a momentarily tranquil experience, hinting at a complex relationship between the rescuer and the rescued.
(Neha's odd encounter(SRRogier):SRRogier)
[Sun Nov 24 2024]
In a regal, Edwardian bedroom
Brimming with historical charm and elegance, this expansive bedroom has high ceilings and large, sash windows that allow the natural light to pour in to the spacious bedroom. The interior lighting is soft and warm, emanating from strategically placed lamps with fringed and beaded shades as well as a central chandelier of brass and crystal that serves as an absolutely stunning focal point. Embellished with Damask-patterned wallpaper in shades of burgundy and gold across the walls' upper halves, it is beautifully complemented by the richness of dark wood wainscoting below. Matching hardwood flooring is highly polished, enhancing the herringbone pattern and its natural grain, and a few antique, Persian rugs with intricate designs tie in with the room's colour scheme.
It is morning, about 43F(6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(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.
)
For the third time in recent history, Neha wakes up in the back of a van. She's basically a professional at this by now. Only this time, she seems to be hanging upside down from where she's been strapped to a stretcher... which has been fastened to the ceiling.
Or, no. To the floor - which is now above her.
A buzzing in her ears that she hadn't been aware of fades out, and then the back of the van's doors groan in protest as dark-skinned fingers begin to pry them open by the corners. Taj might not be able to simply rip the reinforced steel from its hinges, but concentrating all his strength into his fingertips helps him break through, and the instant he does, he scoots forward to collect Neha's numb body from the stretched, cradling her in an arm as the other undoes her straps.
"You've been drugged," he murmurs, those smoky Tamil tones warming her skin in an instant. "Don't worry. I was watching for this. I'm going to bring you to my home. You'll be safe."
That would explain the van being knocked upside down, then.
Neha is real tired of this shit, actually. She'd been perfectly comfortable in bed, enjoying what sleep she'd manage to get before it was time to get back to the grind, and she's really not looking forward to whatever whoever had in mind for her. It's a good thing that the whoever in question happens to be Taj this time instead of her being flaunted around for Yet Another Syndicate Auction. Her only response is a warbled groan - tell her they put clothes on her instead of kidnapping her in her underwear, please - and she instinctively shifts towards the source of the voice - as much as she can considering current circumstances anyway, and- oh, never mind, she's being cradled in his arms.
It's much too hard to keep her eyes open. Neha lets them slip shut, and breathes in a nice, relaxing lungful of the man's scent. He does smell very good. She's going back to sleep.
Alas, poor Neha. She is indeed most bare. It's mercy enough they left the underwear on in the first place, one might suppose. Getting to sleep isn't too difficult; she's still sedated, and had only been stirred from her chemical rest by whatever the hell knocked that van back over. What might normally have required cunning and know-how and perhaps a little daring-do to escape a syndicate kidnapping has, ultimately, been averted. Such is the virtue of experience, and also the virtue of having a considerably powerful Hindu demigod stalking and/or courting you. But tonight it is all to Neha's benefit, at least.
She does not dream while she sleeps. Time does not pass, really - the stupor is more of a hole in her mind between her eyes shutting and opening again.
It's a slow coming-to, and the cotton wool fog stuffing her mind doesn't help. She hadn't felt this while she was under in the first place, so this is probably more of a hangover effect than the presence of the drug itself. There's a cup of tea set on a small plate on a bedside table - not her own - with two small digestive biscuits. It's not boiling hot, but it's still very warm and more than drinkable by the time she wakes up. Either Taj had a good eye for when the drugs would wear off, or he'd been obsessively switching out teacups for her to have the most comfortable transition into wakefulness possible.
It's probably the latter.
The rest of the morning's a lot more pleasant, and all Neha has to offer up is a bit of her time to nibble on cookies and enjoy a warm drink before enduring Taj's company for an hour or two before he sends her home. It's not a bad deal, really.
OOC: Sorry to make this one short, but this is our third time playing out this prompt in a month! Onwards onto new and novel stories.