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Seths Odd Encounter Sr Neha 241123
Seth, a recluse with a history of dangerous missions for the Hand, finds himself unexpectedly contacted for a new assignment. His days, typically filled with monotony and minimal human interaction, take a sudden turn when a message pops up on his phone. Intrigued and somewhat apprehensive, he learns that his next mission involves infiltrating a regular members' meeting under the guise of a waiter, a task far from his comfort zone but not entirely beyond his capabilities. The mysterious contact provides Seth with minimal details, leaving him to navigate much of the preparation on his own. Determinedly, Seth sheds his distinguishing features, arms himself discreetly, and ventures out dressed in a borrowed waitstaff uniform, complete with a mask to conceal his identity. The cool air outside belies the internal turmoil Seth experiences as he approaches the designated location, a venture fraught with uncertainty but propelled by a sense of duty and a smidgen of hope for the Hand's promised protection.
Upon arrival, Seth is immediately immersed in the subtle dynamics of the evening's function. The buzz of activity outside the venue and the casual conversation between fellow staff members clad similarly in masks and uniforms offer a glimpse into the night's proceedings. Warnings to avoid the office and stick to designated areas come swiftly, painting a clear picture of where his attention should be focused. Faced with a decision between blending in with the waitstaff or daring to explore the forbidden office, Seth weighs his options. His preparation and the mission's cloak-and-dagger nature hint at larger undercurrents at play, suggesting that whatever secrets the office holds could be key to unravelling the evening's true purpose. As Seth contemplates his next move, the story leaves readers on the edge of their seats, pondering whether he will adhere to the cautionary advice or take a risk that could either unravel the mission's mysteries or endanger his covert operation.
(Seth's odd encounter(SRNeha):SRNeha)
[Fri Nov 22 2024]
In an entrance and living space of a generous studio space
The living room, which also serves as the entrance to the home, is a bright and inviting space with modern decor. Large skylights flood the room with natural light, highlighting the plush sectional sofa adorned with cozy throw pillows and blankets. A sleek coffee table sits in front of the sofa, perfect for drinks and snacks. A smart TV is mounted on one wall above a stylish console housing a hi-fi system with speakers placed around the room. Warm wooden floors are complemented by soft cream shag rugs, adding to the room's comfort. Near the entrance, a sleek coat and shoe rack provides convenience for guests. Several potted plants bring a touch of nature indoors, enhancing the tranquil ambiance.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Seth is cooped up in his apartment, as he has been most of the past week. He drinks, he sleeps, and he scrolls, rarely leaving the couch, save to shower and eat, while expecting little to no contact save for the occasional message from an acquaintance. Already having fulfilled one, relatively recent mission for the Hand, one where he was also in over his head, he has no expectation to be called upon again, so the messages that begin to appear on the screen of his phone come as more than a little bit of a surprise. He blows out a breath of air and sits up, cradling the device in both hands as he reads. His eyes scan the writing, once, twice, three times, as if he can't quite believe what he's seeing. "What the fuck..." he mutters quietly to himself, breaking the silence of his apartment, as he swings his legs over and brings them into contact with the ground, pushing to his feet while his eyes are still glued to the screen. It takes him a moment, but he eventually messages back, only able to hope for a reply, "What is the meeting about? Who are they expecting?" he writes, hoping for a hint at to what sort of disguise he could reasonably take. He feels his heart race. This is not his area of expertise.
Thankfully, whoever it is on the other end doesn't seem inclined to leave Seth hanging, and his phone buzzes again with an incoming message not too long after he's asked the question.
Regular members' meeting to discuss current events and future plans, comes the answer. May or may not be a masked event. They introduce new members there, and there's always catering and waitstaff. You can slip in as one of them. I will tell someone to leave a spare waiters' suit in your size behind Narnia. Escape if they suspect something, but trust in the Hand's protection as well. That's intended to be reassuring, at least.
Seth reads the message he receives back, before closing his eyes for a moment and taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. "You can do this..." he mutters quietly to himself, setting his jaw, "You've done harder shit before." The Hand's protection... Ominous, but perhaps there really will be people watching his back? He can only hope... With that he begins to go about preparing himself for the mission. He makes his way into the bathroom to take out his piercings one by one, they're distinguishing, and a waiter covered in them would probably be suspicious. He goes into his bedroom and kneels, pulling his revolver and a fistful of bullets from beneath the bed, loading the weapon and tucking it away, and he goes to his wardrobe to collect a large dufflebag, to hold his current clothes when he changes into his disguise. Once he's ready, he makes his way out of the apartment, down the steps, and into the street, breathing in the cool air. Cars and people pass by him as if this is nothing but a normal day. He shakes his head, and begins off towards Narnia.
Once he reaches the store, and makes his way around to the back, it takes him a moment to find the dropped off disguise, praying that this -will- be a masked event, and there might be one to accompany what he's given. After checking for anyone nearby, he slips out of his clothes and into the waiters suit. Next stop, the address he was given. He checks his phone again, memorises it, and wipes the conversation, before setting off.
There is, it turns out, a mask along with his new outfit. It's perfectly generic attire, black pants and a crisp white shirt, just expensive enough to pass as waitstaff clothing without being nice enough to pass as something fancier; exactly what he needs to blend in. The half-mask frames his eyes, and a fine, thin layer of netting covers the eye-holes, just enough to be mildly annoying while keeping his eyes from view. They probably don't want the waitstaff looking too distinctive, after all. His look is probably going to be shared by many other people.
The address he was given is just nearby; in fact, it's one of the apartments right next to Narnia, and there's definitely a buzz of activity of people arriving outside in fancy and not-so-fancy cars that Seth would be able to notice even if he wasn't paying as much attention as he was.
As Seth makes his way to the place he's been directed to, the alleyway between Narnia and the apartment holds a couple of people standing around talking; they're dressed just like he is, in half-masks and waiter's outfits, and both of them hold a cigarette between their fingers each, taking lazy drags off them.
"-going to be. They've really started amping up the security, it's crazy. 's long as I'm getting paid though, I don't care." One of them is saying, though Seth misses the first half of his sentence. He blows out a ring of smoke into the air, drifting off into wisps.
"Still, there's definitely something weird, right? Like, what if it's some criminal stuff? I still think we should..." The other is a woman with blonde hair pulled into a bun who speaks back, sounding worried, and she trails off when she catches sight of Seth on his way to the apartment, taking in his appearance and pursing her lips into something of a mix between a frown and a thoughtful pout. "Hey," she says, all casually. They're all meant to be here, after all. All in this together. "New?" she doesn't wait for an answer, just dropping her cigarette down to the ground and snuffing it beneath her heel. She seems to have taken the answer as a 'yes', given her unfamiliarity with Seth, masked as he may be. "They're starting soon, you're almost late. You should've gotten the memo already, but just as a reminder: don't go into the office. Stick to the main areas. There'll be plenty to do." And with that, she's dragging the guy off with her and into the apartment.
Clearly, the office is the place to be.
Or maybe Seth can play it safe, and pretend to be a waiter for as long as his waiting skills allow. Which one will it be?
Upon arrival, Seth is immediately immersed in the subtle dynamics of the evening's function. The buzz of activity outside the venue and the casual conversation between fellow staff members clad similarly in masks and uniforms offer a glimpse into the night's proceedings. Warnings to avoid the office and stick to designated areas come swiftly, painting a clear picture of where his attention should be focused. Faced with a decision between blending in with the waitstaff or daring to explore the forbidden office, Seth weighs his options. His preparation and the mission's cloak-and-dagger nature hint at larger undercurrents at play, suggesting that whatever secrets the office holds could be key to unravelling the evening's true purpose. As Seth contemplates his next move, the story leaves readers on the edge of their seats, pondering whether he will adhere to the cautionary advice or take a risk that could either unravel the mission's mysteries or endanger his covert operation.
(Seth's odd encounter(SRNeha):SRNeha)
[Fri Nov 22 2024]
In an entrance and living space of a generous studio space
The living room, which also serves as the entrance to the home, is a bright and inviting space with modern decor. Large skylights flood the room with natural light, highlighting the plush sectional sofa adorned with cozy throw pillows and blankets. A sleek coffee table sits in front of the sofa, perfect for drinks and snacks. A smart TV is mounted on one wall above a stylish console housing a hi-fi system with speakers placed around the room. Warm wooden floors are complemented by soft cream shag rugs, adding to the room's comfort. Near the entrance, a sleek coat and shoe rack provides convenience for guests. Several potted plants bring a touch of nature indoors, enhancing the tranquil ambiance.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Seth is cooped up in his apartment, as he has been most of the past week. He drinks, he sleeps, and he scrolls, rarely leaving the couch, save to shower and eat, while expecting little to no contact save for the occasional message from an acquaintance. Already having fulfilled one, relatively recent mission for the Hand, one where he was also in over his head, he has no expectation to be called upon again, so the messages that begin to appear on the screen of his phone come as more than a little bit of a surprise. He blows out a breath of air and sits up, cradling the device in both hands as he reads. His eyes scan the writing, once, twice, three times, as if he can't quite believe what he's seeing. "What the fuck..." he mutters quietly to himself, breaking the silence of his apartment, as he swings his legs over and brings them into contact with the ground, pushing to his feet while his eyes are still glued to the screen. It takes him a moment, but he eventually messages back, only able to hope for a reply, "What is the meeting about? Who are they expecting?" he writes, hoping for a hint at to what sort of disguise he could reasonably take. He feels his heart race. This is not his area of expertise.
Thankfully, whoever it is on the other end doesn't seem inclined to leave Seth hanging, and his phone buzzes again with an incoming message not too long after he's asked the question.
Regular members' meeting to discuss current events and future plans, comes the answer. May or may not be a masked event. They introduce new members there, and there's always catering and waitstaff. You can slip in as one of them. I will tell someone to leave a spare waiters' suit in your size behind Narnia. Escape if they suspect something, but trust in the Hand's protection as well. That's intended to be reassuring, at least.
Seth reads the message he receives back, before closing his eyes for a moment and taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. "You can do this..." he mutters quietly to himself, setting his jaw, "You've done harder shit before." The Hand's protection... Ominous, but perhaps there really will be people watching his back? He can only hope... With that he begins to go about preparing himself for the mission. He makes his way into the bathroom to take out his piercings one by one, they're distinguishing, and a waiter covered in them would probably be suspicious. He goes into his bedroom and kneels, pulling his revolver and a fistful of bullets from beneath the bed, loading the weapon and tucking it away, and he goes to his wardrobe to collect a large dufflebag, to hold his current clothes when he changes into his disguise. Once he's ready, he makes his way out of the apartment, down the steps, and into the street, breathing in the cool air. Cars and people pass by him as if this is nothing but a normal day. He shakes his head, and begins off towards Narnia.
Once he reaches the store, and makes his way around to the back, it takes him a moment to find the dropped off disguise, praying that this -will- be a masked event, and there might be one to accompany what he's given. After checking for anyone nearby, he slips out of his clothes and into the waiters suit. Next stop, the address he was given. He checks his phone again, memorises it, and wipes the conversation, before setting off.
There is, it turns out, a mask along with his new outfit. It's perfectly generic attire, black pants and a crisp white shirt, just expensive enough to pass as waitstaff clothing without being nice enough to pass as something fancier; exactly what he needs to blend in. The half-mask frames his eyes, and a fine, thin layer of netting covers the eye-holes, just enough to be mildly annoying while keeping his eyes from view. They probably don't want the waitstaff looking too distinctive, after all. His look is probably going to be shared by many other people.
The address he was given is just nearby; in fact, it's one of the apartments right next to Narnia, and there's definitely a buzz of activity of people arriving outside in fancy and not-so-fancy cars that Seth would be able to notice even if he wasn't paying as much attention as he was.
As Seth makes his way to the place he's been directed to, the alleyway between Narnia and the apartment holds a couple of people standing around talking; they're dressed just like he is, in half-masks and waiter's outfits, and both of them hold a cigarette between their fingers each, taking lazy drags off them.
"-going to be. They've really started amping up the security, it's crazy. 's long as I'm getting paid though, I don't care." One of them is saying, though Seth misses the first half of his sentence. He blows out a ring of smoke into the air, drifting off into wisps.
"Still, there's definitely something weird, right? Like, what if it's some criminal stuff? I still think we should..." The other is a woman with blonde hair pulled into a bun who speaks back, sounding worried, and she trails off when she catches sight of Seth on his way to the apartment, taking in his appearance and pursing her lips into something of a mix between a frown and a thoughtful pout. "Hey," she says, all casually. They're all meant to be here, after all. All in this together. "New?" she doesn't wait for an answer, just dropping her cigarette down to the ground and snuffing it beneath her heel. She seems to have taken the answer as a 'yes', given her unfamiliarity with Seth, masked as he may be. "They're starting soon, you're almost late. You should've gotten the memo already, but just as a reminder: don't go into the office. Stick to the main areas. There'll be plenty to do." And with that, she's dragging the guy off with her and into the apartment.
Clearly, the office is the place to be.
Or maybe Seth can play it safe, and pretend to be a waiter for as long as his waiting skills allow. Which one will it be?