Patrollogs
(Solomon's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Jan 15 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Solomon waits patiently with his cane.
Solomon nods to Sarah easily. "Doctor Wilson," he tells her. "How are you?"
Solomon tells Sarah politely, "An Orderite, apparently."
Sarah smiles faintly to Solomon, "...Mr. Inigo. I am will, how are you on this day?" She asks before she is approached by a syndicate representative. She whispers something in Sarah's ear, leaving her blinking. "...Oh my." She licks her upper teeth, "...And going by the description, it may be their warden." she provides in kind,
"Oh, that's delightful!" Solomon tells Sarah. "I admit," he says with a little relish. "It's so much more fun to torture someone with some stature."
"I've been meaning to spend some time with her, quite honestly..." Sarah trails off, "...Assuming it is her." She squints her eyes, looking at the door, then at Solomon. "Can you just imagine breaking her? The moment she finally cracks and sheds those ridiculous ideals of her... It would be most beautiful. Then the false avatar makes way for the true self..."
Solomon murmurs to Sarah, "I do hope you get the opportunity." It's perhaps some hollow promise, given that he is here bidding as well. "I admit: even with the diversion of your pet last night, I am a little drained. I wouldn't mind something refreshing."
"Oh? Why, you have even more of an appetite than I do, perhaps." Sarah remarks with a small smile, then looking at her phone before glancing back up at Solomon. "I wouldn't mind bowing out this time, if you can hand her to me some other time."
Sarah cocks her head, "...Assuming it is her, of course. It could be a look-alike"
"Mmm," Solomon tells Sarah. "It's late, and I have an engagement soon, so I don't mind offering her as a gesture of goodwill."
"Very well. Now, let's see what kind of present I bought myself, shall we?" Sarah murmurs to Solomon as her victory is announced. She gives an employee a nod, then taps her toe on the ground as she waits for Harriet to be brought to her. "Oh my. Now /this/ is a suitable sight for our resident dominatrix." Sarah grins, leaning forwards, "Having a nice day, Fairfax?"
"Well then," Solomon tells Sarah. "Is this your prize?" he wonders, walking to look over the naked woman. His cane clacks on the door. "Look at her. She is something to see, isn't she?" he says. A pause. "Well-manicured, at least."
Harriet is entirely nude. From head to toe, there is not a stitch of clothing. Bound, there isn't a whole lot she can do to prevent anyone from seeing her naked form, and her hazel eyes lock upon the face of Sarah. "A beautiful day. Sam... fell asleep two minutes before I had a dart go into my neck. At least it was me, and not her," she declares of her girlfriend. Both naturally arched eyebrows raise as Solomon comments on her body.
"That she is, that she is." Sarah says with a nod, "And quite a sight of a prize too. Why, I feel like I've just gotten myself a three course, meal, mm?" She reaches out a hand after, cupping Harriet's chin, clasping it more like, forcing it from side to side, inspecting her face. "I think I will be taking you to-go today, if that isn't an inconvenience." The way she states it doesn't make it sound like she actually cares if it is, still, she starts to take off her lab coat, "But I see no particular joy in displaying you for the rabble." She explains as she covers Harriet in it.
"You're too kind," Solomon tells Sarah. "I hope you enjoy yourself, Doctor Wilson," he tells her. "I'm sure I will see you again sometime soon, yes?"
Solomon turns to offer Harriet a smile. "Solomon Inigo, Miss Fairfax. Have a ... nice ... evening."
The way Harriet is spoken of by Sarah has the brunette less than enthused, but as her chin is held, she looks right back at the President. There is soon gratefulness in Harriet's eyes when Sarah has the decency to cover the Warden's nudity. "Thank you," is expressed in a genuine and polite tone in response to the coat being put on her. "It's lovely to meet you," comes out someone' way with a forced smile, given her current situation.
The way Harriet is spoken of by Sarah has the brunette less than enthused, but as her chin is held, she looks right back at the President. There is soon gratefulness in Harriet's eyes when Sarah has the decency to cover the Warden's nudity. "Thank you," is expressed in a genuine and polite tone in response to the coat being put on her. "It's lovely to meet you," comes out Solomon's way with a forced smile, given her current situation.
"We'll have to do this more properly another time," Solomon bids Harriet. "Do be well, yes?" he says to her. A glance back at Sarah. "I'll leave you to arrange transport, I suppose," he says to the doctor. "Have an enjoyable evening." Then he's turning, cane clack-clacking on the way out of the meeting room.
tilts her head from side to side as she observes Harriet, "Must be tough. Being of your... bloodline... in the Order." Sarah remarks casually as rubs at her own arm, observing Harriet. "I'm going to take you with me tonight - somewhere lovely. Don't you feel lucky?" Sarah suggests, "I think it's very lucky of you. Not many people get to see it, from a broad perspective." she claims as she puts her arms under Harriet, lifting her up. "So do be good for me, will you?"
"You have no idea," is what Harriet says to Sarah in response over her innate nature. She stands there, not at all violent or raging, but patient and respectful, even if it is entirely clear she wishes she could be just about anywhere else in this moment. "I take a lot of Sumatriptan for the migraines," gets claimed, and then she takes in a long, slow inhale through her nostrils. "I cannot lie and say that I am thrilled, but perhaps I should try to at least feel special -- if not lucky." As she's lifted, she replies, "I fight to be good for everyone, every day."
Sarah starts to carry Harriet through the town hall as she speaks, "You are special. You're especially tasty today, to be precise." Sarah remarks, "Don't worry though. I am not corrupting you. Not yet, anyway. I'll let you struggle a little longer. Let you simmer and stew until you start to feel the despair. The despair of just how pointless all of your work is." Sarah claims, herself putting all her work into just making life worse for everyone, probably, "And then, well. Then I will claim you..." She trails off as they start reaching her car, "But for now, we're just going to have some.. mm... Tea... together. Mostly."
As Sarah carries Harriet, the brunette listens quietly. There isn't a whole she could do, anyway, bound as she is. Each and every word is listened to, and she nods to signify the fact that she is actively witnessing and processing all that is shared. "Your assurance that you are not corrupting me 'yet' offers a curious comfort in these rather unconventional circumstances," she claims in her typical well-to-do tone. "I understand that you view my efforts and the work of those like me as ultimately futile. However, I believe that the essence of our endeavors is not always immediately apparent, and the impact of our actions can often be underestimated." She has the willingness to engage with the other woman. "Tea, then. I trust you'll find my company compliant, yet not without its own perspectives. In the spirit of civility and understanding, I am prepared to engage in whatever discourse you wish to pursue during our time together."
Solomons Syndicate Bargain
(Solomon's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Jan 15 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Solomon waits patiently with his cane.
Solomon nods to Sarah easily. "Doctor Wilson," he tells her. "How are you?"
Solomon tells Sarah politely, "An Orderite, apparently."
Sarah smiles faintly to Solomon, "...Mr. Inigo. I am will, how are you on this day?" She asks before she is approached by a syndicate representative. She whispers something in Sarah's ear, leaving her blinking. "...Oh my." She licks her upper teeth, "...And going by the description, it may be their warden." she provides in kind,
"Oh, that's delightful!" Solomon tells Sarah. "I admit," he says with a little relish. "It's so much more fun to torture someone with some stature."
"I've been meaning to spend some time with her, quite honestly..." Sarah trails off, "...Assuming it is her." She squints her eyes, looking at the door, then at Solomon. "Can you just imagine breaking her? The moment she finally cracks and sheds those ridiculous ideals of her... It would be most beautiful. Then the false avatar makes way for the true self..."
Solomon murmurs to Sarah, "I do hope you get the opportunity." It's perhaps some hollow promise, given that he is here bidding as well. "I admit: even with the diversion of your pet last night, I am a little drained. I wouldn't mind something refreshing."
"Oh? Why, you have even more of an appetite than I do, perhaps." Sarah remarks with a small smile, then looking at her phone before glancing back up at Solomon. "I wouldn't mind bowing out this time, if you can hand her to me some other time."
Sarah cocks her head, "...Assuming it is her, of course. It could be a look-alike"
"Mmm," Solomon tells Sarah. "It's late, and I have an engagement soon, so I don't mind offering her as a gesture of goodwill."
"Very well. Now, let's see what kind of present I bought myself, shall we?" Sarah murmurs to Solomon as her victory is announced. She gives an employee a nod, then taps her toe on the ground as she waits for Harriet to be brought to her. "Oh my. Now /this/ is a suitable sight for our resident dominatrix." Sarah grins, leaning forwards, "Having a nice day, Fairfax?"
"Well then," Solomon tells Sarah. "Is this your prize?" he wonders, walking to look over the naked woman. His cane clacks on the door. "Look at her. She is something to see, isn't she?" he says. A pause. "Well-manicured, at least."
Harriet is entirely nude. From head to toe, there is not a stitch of clothing. Bound, there isn't a whole lot she can do to prevent anyone from seeing her naked form, and her hazel eyes lock upon the face of Sarah. "A beautiful day. Sam... fell asleep two minutes before I had a dart go into my neck. At least it was me, and not her," she declares of her girlfriend. Both naturally arched eyebrows raise as Solomon comments on her body.
"That she is, that she is." Sarah says with a nod, "And quite a sight of a prize too. Why, I feel like I've just gotten myself a three course, meal, mm?" She reaches out a hand after, cupping Harriet's chin, clasping it more like, forcing it from side to side, inspecting her face. "I think I will be taking you to-go today, if that isn't an inconvenience." The way she states it doesn't make it sound like she actually cares if it is, still, she starts to take off her lab coat, "But I see no particular joy in displaying you for the rabble." She explains as she covers Harriet in it.
"You're too kind," Solomon tells Sarah. "I hope you enjoy yourself, Doctor Wilson," he tells her. "I'm sure I will see you again sometime soon, yes?"
Solomon turns to offer Harriet a smile. "Solomon Inigo, Miss Fairfax. Have a ... nice ... evening."
The way Harriet is spoken of by Sarah has the brunette less than enthused, but as her chin is held, she looks right back at the President. There is soon gratefulness in Harriet's eyes when Sarah has the decency to cover the Warden's nudity. "Thank you," is expressed in a genuine and polite tone in response to the coat being put on her. "It's lovely to meet you," comes out someone' way with a forced smile, given her current situation.
The way Harriet is spoken of by Sarah has the brunette less than enthused, but as her chin is held, she looks right back at the President. There is soon gratefulness in Harriet's eyes when Sarah has the decency to cover the Warden's nudity. "Thank you," is expressed in a genuine and polite tone in response to the coat being put on her. "It's lovely to meet you," comes out Solomon's way with a forced smile, given her current situation.
"We'll have to do this more properly another time," Solomon bids Harriet. "Do be well, yes?" he says to her. A glance back at Sarah. "I'll leave you to arrange transport, I suppose," he says to the doctor. "Have an enjoyable evening." Then he's turning, cane clack-clacking on the way out of the meeting room.
tilts her head from side to side as she observes Harriet, "Must be tough. Being of your... bloodline... in the Order." Sarah remarks casually as rubs at her own arm, observing Harriet. "I'm going to take you with me tonight - somewhere lovely. Don't you feel lucky?" Sarah suggests, "I think it's very lucky of you. Not many people get to see it, from a broad perspective." she claims as she puts her arms under Harriet, lifting her up. "So do be good for me, will you?"
"You have no idea," is what Harriet says to Sarah in response over her innate nature. She stands there, not at all violent or raging, but patient and respectful, even if it is entirely clear she wishes she could be just about anywhere else in this moment. "I take a lot of Sumatriptan for the migraines," gets claimed, and then she takes in a long, slow inhale through her nostrils. "I cannot lie and say that I am thrilled, but perhaps I should try to at least feel special -- if not lucky." As she's lifted, she replies, "I fight to be good for everyone, every day."
Sarah starts to carry Harriet through the town hall as she speaks, "You are special. You're especially tasty today, to be precise." Sarah remarks, "Don't worry though. I am not corrupting you. Not yet, anyway. I'll let you struggle a little longer. Let you simmer and stew until you start to feel the despair. The despair of just how pointless all of your work is." Sarah claims, herself putting all her work into just making life worse for everyone, probably, "And then, well. Then I will claim you..." She trails off as they start reaching her car, "But for now, we're just going to have some.. mm... Tea... together. Mostly."
As Sarah carries Harriet, the brunette listens quietly. There isn't a whole she could do, anyway, bound as she is. Each and every word is listened to, and she nods to signify the fact that she is actively witnessing and processing all that is shared. "Your assurance that you are not corrupting me 'yet' offers a curious comfort in these rather unconventional circumstances," she claims in her typical well-to-do tone. "I understand that you view my efforts and the work of those like me as ultimately futile. However, I believe that the essence of our endeavors is not always immediately apparent, and the impact of our actions can often be underestimated." She has the willingness to engage with the other woman. "Tea, then. I trust you'll find my company compliant, yet not without its own perspectives. In the spirit of civility and understanding, I am prepared to engage in whatever discourse you wish to pursue during our time together."