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(Savannah's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Dec 28 2023]
In simple prison cell
A simple prison cell with metal bars, a security screen on the northern
wall displaying some sort of meeting room.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Savannah groans out softly.
Savannah shifts around in that dark, prison cell, murmuring to herself, groggy. She feels around the surfaces she might be able to feel, "Fuck..." She says, squinting in the darkness. She keeps trying to gauge the size of that cell, big enough to move around in, small enough to definitely suck.
After a while of exploring in that darkness, Savannah begins to call out, "Hello!? Is anyone else out there?"
Sarah says "How interesting... I don't think I know this person..."
Cailyn strides into the room, glancing to the representatives before looking over to Sarah. She taps at her phone, lips thinning. "What do you do with those you bid for, mm?"
Sarah cocks her head, "It depends a bit. Some I torture. Some I release, Some I gift. Some I... well, some don't make it back" A shrug is given. "Not sure about this one."
Cailyn quirks her lips to the side. "It's too close to New Years for torture," she tells her girlfriend before settling a hand at her hip. "What sort of gift?"
Now Savannah looks worried, at least if someone can see her in the dark. She begins to pace, shivering some, bare feet smacking against the floor.
"I would beg to differ." Sarah counters with a shake of her head. She shrugs after, "I don't particularly care. It depends on who wants them."
"Ah... They are the gift," Cailyn murmurs before shaking her head and letting out a soft laugh. "Ah, well.. Hopefully my offer is more intriguing. A swift kick in the ass and a Happy New Year should be all they need."
"This sort of softness is why the Order fails to make headway." Sarah counters with a shrug, "They got themselves caught. We pay money for them. Now we get our money's worth." Sarah opines to Cailyn, "...Or at least, some entertainment."
"Do you think it would have been worse than what I do to her?" Sarah questions of Cailyn, then grimacing as her price is delivered. "...Great. The Temple Toy." Sarah murmurs as she looks Savannah over. "....Ugh. I suppose a gift it is."
Sarah says "Would anyone like one Savannah Bailey?"
Cailyn sucks on her teeth as Savannah is brought into the room. "Well- She's certainly someone we know," the redhead sighs out before looking to Sarah. "If no one takes her, give her to me."
Savannah looks up groggily as it seems she is delivered to Cailyn and Sarah. She thins her lips now and groans out softly, trying to shift herself into a more upright position, "I didn't expect this to be the next time I saw either of you, but I guess..." She coughs some, sputtering a little, "This place is full of surprises."
"Hello Savannah. Would you agree that all you need is a swift kick in the ass and a Happy New Year?" Cailyn wonders as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Not for free." Sarah murmurs to Cailyn, furrowing her brow at Savannah. "...I'd like this to be the last time I see your face, little templar. So perhaps I should put you down?"
"Hello, Cailyn, it looks like you're doing well, that is good," Savannah says to Cailyn as she looks up to the woman from her spot on the floor, "If that is what you deem necessary..." She lifts her gaze to Sarah, "I am not a Templar, just as Cailyn is not a member of the Hand, right? I've not checked recently..."
Cailyn narrows her eyes at Sarah. "You know I'm not gonna' let you kill her, Sarah," the redhead says softly before looking down to Savannah. She offers a soft smile, "Mine and Sarah's relationship stopped at the entrance to this room. In here and in the matter of you- We are enemies."
"Oh drop it Savannah, I know first hand how your loyalties work." Sarah suggests with a dismissive wave of her hand. Then she's staring at Cailyn. "Then you're going to have to fight me. And I hope you're well aware what that means, without sanctuary." Sarah gestures to the door. "She is your enemy as well. Get lost, Cailyn."
"People's loyalties and interests shift, depending on the circumstances. I'm not directly assisting any one society in Haven beyond trying to keep the peace. I've reached out to most people in here, trying to build a bridge and a place people can go to speak with me, offer neutrality. Relationships change, and shift, but I'm not out here actively pushing for any of you," Savannah says to Sarah as she shifts herself now, trying to rise up to her feet slowly and shake some of the probably numbness out of her legs, glancing to Cailyn, "Thank you for that though. I'm not really trying to cause anyone any trouble, least of all you two, go enjoy your night together and be less enemies and more..." She just shrugs her shoulders, "I was just trying to take a load off and watch some television when all this happened."
Savannahs Syndicate Bargain
(Savannah's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Dec 28 2023]
In simple prison cell
A simple prison cell with metal bars, a security screen on the northern
wall displaying some sort of meeting room.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Savannah groans out softly.
Savannah shifts around in that dark, prison cell, murmuring to herself, groggy. She feels around the surfaces she might be able to feel, "Fuck..." She says, squinting in the darkness. She keeps trying to gauge the size of that cell, big enough to move around in, small enough to definitely suck.
After a while of exploring in that darkness, Savannah begins to call out, "Hello!? Is anyone else out there?"
Sarah says "How interesting... I don't think I know this person..."
Cailyn strides into the room, glancing to the representatives before looking over to Sarah. She taps at her phone, lips thinning. "What do you do with those you bid for, mm?"
Sarah cocks her head, "It depends a bit. Some I torture. Some I release, Some I gift. Some I... well, some don't make it back" A shrug is given. "Not sure about this one."
Cailyn quirks her lips to the side. "It's too close to New Years for torture," she tells her girlfriend before settling a hand at her hip. "What sort of gift?"
Now Savannah looks worried, at least if someone can see her in the dark. She begins to pace, shivering some, bare feet smacking against the floor.
"I would beg to differ." Sarah counters with a shake of her head. She shrugs after, "I don't particularly care. It depends on who wants them."
"Ah... They are the gift," Cailyn murmurs before shaking her head and letting out a soft laugh. "Ah, well.. Hopefully my offer is more intriguing. A swift kick in the ass and a Happy New Year should be all they need."
"This sort of softness is why the Order fails to make headway." Sarah counters with a shrug, "They got themselves caught. We pay money for them. Now we get our money's worth." Sarah opines to Cailyn, "...Or at least, some entertainment."
"Do you think it would have been worse than what I do to her?" Sarah questions of Cailyn, then grimacing as her price is delivered. "...Great. The Temple Toy." Sarah murmurs as she looks Savannah over. "....Ugh. I suppose a gift it is."
Sarah says "Would anyone like one Savannah Bailey?"
Cailyn sucks on her teeth as Savannah is brought into the room. "Well- She's certainly someone we know," the redhead sighs out before looking to Sarah. "If no one takes her, give her to me."
Savannah looks up groggily as it seems she is delivered to Cailyn and Sarah. She thins her lips now and groans out softly, trying to shift herself into a more upright position, "I didn't expect this to be the next time I saw either of you, but I guess..." She coughs some, sputtering a little, "This place is full of surprises."
"Hello Savannah. Would you agree that all you need is a swift kick in the ass and a Happy New Year?" Cailyn wonders as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Not for free." Sarah murmurs to Cailyn, furrowing her brow at Savannah. "...I'd like this to be the last time I see your face, little templar. So perhaps I should put you down?"
"Hello, Cailyn, it looks like you're doing well, that is good," Savannah says to Cailyn as she looks up to the woman from her spot on the floor, "If that is what you deem necessary..." She lifts her gaze to Sarah, "I am not a Templar, just as Cailyn is not a member of the Hand, right? I've not checked recently..."
Cailyn narrows her eyes at Sarah. "You know I'm not gonna' let you kill her, Sarah," the redhead says softly before looking down to Savannah. She offers a soft smile, "Mine and Sarah's relationship stopped at the entrance to this room. In here and in the matter of you- We are enemies."
"Oh drop it Savannah, I know first hand how your loyalties work." Sarah suggests with a dismissive wave of her hand. Then she's staring at Cailyn. "Then you're going to have to fight me. And I hope you're well aware what that means, without sanctuary." Sarah gestures to the door. "She is your enemy as well. Get lost, Cailyn."
"People's loyalties and interests shift, depending on the circumstances. I'm not directly assisting any one society in Haven beyond trying to keep the peace. I've reached out to most people in here, trying to build a bridge and a place people can go to speak with me, offer neutrality. Relationships change, and shift, but I'm not out here actively pushing for any of you," Savannah says to Sarah as she shifts herself now, trying to rise up to her feet slowly and shake some of the probably numbness out of her legs, glancing to Cailyn, "Thank you for that though. I'm not really trying to cause anyone any trouble, least of all you two, go enjoy your night together and be less enemies and more..." She just shrugs her shoulders, "I was just trying to take a load off and watch some television when all this happened."