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cactusy[Shaw likes the deck. Out of everything on the Barge, space feels familiar, even if she isn't used to being this up close and personal with it: and so she's made a habit of spending at least an hour or so every night just hanging out at the railing. More recently, she's also made a habit of hopping over the side and reclining in one of the safety nets that's attached to the hull. It shields her from the eyes of friendly passers-by when she wants to be alone, and it infuses her with a sense of something like peace to let herself drift so close to void: something that could kill her, that should kill her, but won't. It's silent and empty, a good place to go when she feels silent and empty too, and it quiets her mind like very little else.
She's been in her little makeshift hammock for an hour or so when she decides to haul herself up and rejoin the ship at large. Bouncing a little on the balls of her feet, she launches herself straight up from the net, fingertips grabbing the edge of the deck flooring. From there she pulls herself high enough to grasp the lowest bar on the railing, and then the second lowest bar, and then the third, and then she's in a good position to get her knees up onto the deck so that she can start climbing up the outside of the railing in earnest--
Does she look like an insane person doing this? Probably. Is she at all bothered by that fact? Not in the least.]
She's been in her little makeshift hammock for an hour or so when she decides to haul herself up and rejoin the ship at large. Bouncing a little on the balls of her feet, she launches herself straight up from the net, fingertips grabbing the edge of the deck flooring. From there she pulls herself high enough to grasp the lowest bar on the railing, and then the second lowest bar, and then the third, and then she's in a good position to get her knees up onto the deck so that she can start climbing up the outside of the railing in earnest--
Does she look like an insane person doing this? Probably. Is she at all bothered by that fact? Not in the least.]
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May. 30th, 2023 12:43 amcactusy[Both their guns are lowered, but it still feels like a stalemate, because simulation or not (and maybe it is not, considering how long this one has gone on; considering how no sim-Root had, even once, done what she's just done now), Shaw knows that Root is very soon going to start asking her to do things that she just can't. Stopping for a few minutes to explain the situation had, on the whole, been an easy enough concession to make. Going back to the subway or a safehouse won't be. Exposing the rest of the team to the danger she could pose won't be. Being around Root for too much longer shouldn't be, no matter how much she wants to wrap her fingers around Root's elbow and just... hang on, for a little while.]
So what now?
[She says, anger and frustration leaking into her voice.]
My target's dead; I have to go.
[She needs to find a pharmacy so she can shoplift some gaze to re-bandage the day-old bullet wound she's nursing (currently hidden, thankfully, under three layers of black clothing), and she needs to find a place to hole up for the night. And she needs to think. She needs to think so goddamn much about what just happened and where to go from here, because the simulations never got past this point, which means she has no script for what Root is going to do next. Just like old times, she thinks dully, her brain forcing it to feel like a joke rather than a possibility.
This is the point where she should try to walk away again. But she doesn't, yet.]
So what now?
[She says, anger and frustration leaking into her voice.]
My target's dead; I have to go.
[She needs to find a pharmacy so she can shoplift some gaze to re-bandage the day-old bullet wound she's nursing (currently hidden, thankfully, under three layers of black clothing), and she needs to find a place to hole up for the night. And she needs to think. She needs to think so goddamn much about what just happened and where to go from here, because the simulations never got past this point, which means she has no script for what Root is going to do next. Just like old times, she thinks dully, her brain forcing it to feel like a joke rather than a possibility.
This is the point where she should try to walk away again. But she doesn't, yet.]
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Sep. 16th, 2022 11:01 pmcitizendetective[From here.
And Misty, of course, gasps (it's half genuine concern, half enjoying the dramatics of it; enjoying being a friend who will help her bestie in a bar), and reaches out to steady Nat, attempting to slip an arm around her to hold her upright.]
Be careful! God, imagine falling on this; you'd crack your head open. Are you okay?
And Misty, of course, gasps (it's half genuine concern, half enjoying the dramatics of it; enjoying being a friend who will help her bestie in a bar), and reaches out to steady Nat, attempting to slip an arm around her to hold her upright.]
Be careful! God, imagine falling on this; you'd crack your head open. Are you okay?
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Apr. 5th, 2022 01:16 pmcitizendetective[It's been an uneventful day, as far as Barge days ago, and Misty's spending her evening out alone on deck: phone out, earbuds in, and the faint, tinny sound of the Les Mis soundtrack audible to anyone who passes close by. Normally, she's good for an hour or so of this, but on this particular night she's feeling more restless than usual - restless enough that, after only about fifteen minutes, she heaves a sigh and switches off the music, turning to head back into the ship proper.
At which point she rounds a corner and promptly comes face to face with a bloody, half-naked woman.]
Oh my god--
[She gasps, shocked and also immediately intrigued, like someone who's spent the past half hour listlessly flipping through channels only to finally stumble upon something good. Hurriedly shrugging out of her jacket, she hustles over, intent on draping it around the woman's shoulders (if indeed the woman will let her). As she does so, she slips her brand-new stun baton out of the jacket pocket and shoves it into her jeans pocket instead. This woman doesn't look like she's in any state to attack - but, well. Better safe than sorry.]
Is all that blood yours?
[Misty's tone is concerned, but also weirdly interested, and not in the least bit judgmental - and nothing in it says that she's going to be turned off if the answer is no.]
At which point she rounds a corner and promptly comes face to face with a bloody, half-naked woman.]
Oh my god--
[She gasps, shocked and also immediately intrigued, like someone who's spent the past half hour listlessly flipping through channels only to finally stumble upon something good. Hurriedly shrugging out of her jacket, she hustles over, intent on draping it around the woman's shoulders (if indeed the woman will let her). As she does so, she slips her brand-new stun baton out of the jacket pocket and shoves it into her jeans pocket instead. This woman doesn't look like she's in any state to attack - but, well. Better safe than sorry.]
Is all that blood yours?
[Misty's tone is concerned, but also weirdly interested, and not in the least bit judgmental - and nothing in it says that she's going to be turned off if the answer is no.]
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Jan. 25th, 2022 09:46 amdevoutish[Alfie is very used to the idea of having to pick the least-bad option out of a pile of incredibly bad ones, but this is the very first time he's had the pleasure of choosing between a densely-forested jungle that's said to be teeming with monsters, and a mostly-deserted village that's said to be haunted by malicious spirits. Both stories sound like children's tales to him, and so while he doesn't dismiss them out of hand, he's skeptical: being dragged away from his world and into a dream makes him a little more inclined to be open-minded than he would have at home, but there's a difference between being open-minded and being gullible, and he's determined not to let this make him completely lose his head.
While the village's bamboo houses and cobblestone walkways are very pretty, the amenities are dubious at best. No natives have made themselves known, and everyone he's talked to has been around for a few months at most; there's also no electricity, and only a primitive plumbing system. But there's shelter, and gardens to harvest for food, and safety in numbers, and for today, that's going to have to be enough - especially since the only alternative is blindly marching alone into the forest.]
Oi.
[Alfie says, sticking his head out the open window of the house he's been poking through and beckoning over the first person he sees - who, in this case, happens to be Hythlodaeus. They'd met earlier in the day, less than an hour after Alfie's arrival, but had only interacted very briefly: not long enough to have had a proper conversation, but still long enough for Alfie to have taken one look at him and bluntly said, "Fucking hell, what are you?"
There'd been no apology for that at the time, and there doesn't appear to be on on offer now, but Alfie's tone is at least personable enough.]
I think I've found my own evidence of the ghosts and ghouls you lot have been banging on about; come have a look, would you?
While the village's bamboo houses and cobblestone walkways are very pretty, the amenities are dubious at best. No natives have made themselves known, and everyone he's talked to has been around for a few months at most; there's also no electricity, and only a primitive plumbing system. But there's shelter, and gardens to harvest for food, and safety in numbers, and for today, that's going to have to be enough - especially since the only alternative is blindly marching alone into the forest.]
Oi.
[Alfie says, sticking his head out the open window of the house he's been poking through and beckoning over the first person he sees - who, in this case, happens to be Hythlodaeus. They'd met earlier in the day, less than an hour after Alfie's arrival, but had only interacted very briefly: not long enough to have had a proper conversation, but still long enough for Alfie to have taken one look at him and bluntly said, "Fucking hell, what are you?"
There'd been no apology for that at the time, and there doesn't appear to be on on offer now, but Alfie's tone is at least personable enough.]
I think I've found my own evidence of the ghosts and ghouls you lot have been banging on about; come have a look, would you?
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Jan. 3rd, 2022 02:39 pmmyfavoritemurder[Harassing Bellamy is always an important part of Callisto's day, when the opportunity arises. Sometimes, she'll go weeks without either seeing him or seeking him out; other times, she'll show up outside his apartment like clockwork, several days in a row, and usually for no reason in particular. Today is one of those days. He closes the front door behind him, and she drops down from the lowermost platform of a nearby fire escape, immediately falling into step beside him. Her duffle bag is slung over one shoulder, but her titanium bat is out, and she idly swings it through the air as they walk.]
I look like your bodyguard.
[She muses, considering first him, then the bat.]
Does that make you feel weak?
I look like your bodyguard.
[She muses, considering first him, then the bat.]
Does that make you feel weak?
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Jan. 3rd, 2022 09:09 ammyfavoritemurder[It's a cold evening, so Callisto has her fire going, set up a few dozen yards into the forest where so few people dare to go. She likes this spot. It's far enough past the treeline that she feels properly in the woods rather than in the town - but not so far that she starts to feel the unsettling effects the deep woods cause, and not so far that she can't see the lights of the houses, or the shadows of people moving within them.
She doesn't like being inside, but she likes seeing inside. It's a personal quirk that she makes a point of not examining too closely.
Right now, though, it's something moving outside that catches her eye: an unfamiliar figure, smaller than most of the other people that she regularly watches, disappearing out of view and then reappearing again as they move through the yards at the edge of the woods. Callisto shifts, getting one of the broader tree trunks out of the way of her line of sight. Then she abruptly stands, stomps out the dregs of her fire, and quietly moves forward, waiting until she's nearly at the treeline herself before she speaks up.]
Boo.
She doesn't like being inside, but she likes seeing inside. It's a personal quirk that she makes a point of not examining too closely.
Right now, though, it's something moving outside that catches her eye: an unfamiliar figure, smaller than most of the other people that she regularly watches, disappearing out of view and then reappearing again as they move through the yards at the edge of the woods. Callisto shifts, getting one of the broader tree trunks out of the way of her line of sight. Then she abruptly stands, stomps out the dregs of her fire, and quietly moves forward, waiting until she's nearly at the treeline herself before she speaks up.]
Boo.
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May. 6th, 2021 09:20 amtucky[Tiffany is, as ever, still one of the main infirmary workers, and so it's no surprise that she's on shift when Helen lands back on the Barge. She's even commandeered one of the private rooms for herself, and is doing her work in there as if it's her own bedroom: looking over patient charts while sitting cross-legged on the bed, back propped up by pillows, her own personal items strewn around the room. When she hears the door to the main room open, she pauses to listen. Josh is due to come on shift soon, but those don't sound like his footsteps, so--]
Just a second!
[She calls out, setting the paperwork aside and hopping up. And when she pops out of the room and sees who it is, she immediately breaks into a sunny smile.]
No shit!
Just a second!
[She calls out, setting the paperwork aside and hopping up. And when she pops out of the room and sees who it is, she immediately breaks into a sunny smile.]
No shit!
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Apr. 28th, 2021 05:49 pmmyfavoritemurder[It's Callisto's second day in Norfinbury. She has roughly 5% of an idea of what's going on, and even that 5% is colored by misconceptions and incorrect assumptions (this is a snowy corner of Tartarus, right?), none of which are helped by the fact that she hasn't quite figured out the network yet. So far, she's screamed for attention from Hades and Ares, and received nothing from either of them. She's wandered around a bit in the snow, trying and failing to get her bearings. She's gathered up some warmer clothes (because leather armor really isn't warm). And she's gotten into a scuffle over supplies and murdered a man. As you do.
She doesn't know his name. They'd tumbled into the house at the same time, half an hour or so before lockdown, and had the bad luck of zeroing in on the same puffy down jacket that just happened to be folded neatly on the living room sofa. Neither of them had been polite or selfless enough to step back and let the other have it. Both of them had wanted it badly enough to try and fight for it. But only one of them, as it turned out, had had the stomach to deliver a killing blow.
Her plan is to drag his body outside and dump it before the doors lock, because while spending the night locked up with a corpse is doable, it's not really preferable. Those plans are waylaid, however, by the front door opening and another woman tramping in. Kneeling at the head of the body, table-lamp-turned-murder-weapon lying on its side next to her, Callisto blinks in surprise at her unfamiliar appearance (is she some sort of dryad?). But she doesn't seem that perturbed, and she certainly doesn't seem guilty.]
Was he with you?
She doesn't know his name. They'd tumbled into the house at the same time, half an hour or so before lockdown, and had the bad luck of zeroing in on the same puffy down jacket that just happened to be folded neatly on the living room sofa. Neither of them had been polite or selfless enough to step back and let the other have it. Both of them had wanted it badly enough to try and fight for it. But only one of them, as it turned out, had had the stomach to deliver a killing blow.
Her plan is to drag his body outside and dump it before the doors lock, because while spending the night locked up with a corpse is doable, it's not really preferable. Those plans are waylaid, however, by the front door opening and another woman tramping in. Kneeling at the head of the body, table-lamp-turned-murder-weapon lying on its side next to her, Callisto blinks in surprise at her unfamiliar appearance (is she some sort of dryad?). But she doesn't seem that perturbed, and she certainly doesn't seem guilty.]
Was he with you?
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Apr. 9th, 2021 10:28 ammyfavoritemurder[The summer heat doesn't bother Callisto. Indoor air conditioning is nice enough, but it makes the air feel stale and unnatural, and even when she ducks indoors for some relief she usually finds herself ducking back out again after only a short time has passed. The humidity is certainly something of a change, but nothing she can't deal with. It just means she spends a little more time sitting in the shade, quiet and still.
The spot she's picked for her rest today is right in the middle of the action: she's parked herself under a large tree next to a busy pedestrian street, and she's watching the passers-by with a vague half-interest. A few of them stare openly at the ratty-looking woman with an equally-ratty duffle and a scratched-up titanium baseball bat. Callisto either stares back, shoots them a poisonous look to send them scurrying off, or ignores them entirely. Every so often she'll flash one a toothy smile and a little wave, and that usually sends them scurrying, too.
Max is the first person that she recognizes, and the first person she actually studies closely. After a long moment of watching her with too-intense interest, she hops up, shoulders her bag, and falls into step next to her.]
My, my; you look like you're walking with purpose. Are you off to somewhere exciting?
The spot she's picked for her rest today is right in the middle of the action: she's parked herself under a large tree next to a busy pedestrian street, and she's watching the passers-by with a vague half-interest. A few of them stare openly at the ratty-looking woman with an equally-ratty duffle and a scratched-up titanium baseball bat. Callisto either stares back, shoots them a poisonous look to send them scurrying off, or ignores them entirely. Every so often she'll flash one a toothy smile and a little wave, and that usually sends them scurrying, too.
Max is the first person that she recognizes, and the first person she actually studies closely. After a long moment of watching her with too-intense interest, she hops up, shoulders her bag, and falls into step next to her.]
My, my; you look like you're walking with purpose. Are you off to somewhere exciting?
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Apr. 9th, 2021 09:07 amsears[Azula runs into Korra early on during Korra's first day, before she has a chance to introduce herself to the network at large and thereby give Azula any reason at all to recognize her. Azula has finished with her lengthy morning training session, but isn't yet ready to go get lunch, and this is a time when she often heads up to the deck, to relax a bit as she stands and looks out at the view.
She does not, however, find it particularly relaxing to discover someone else standing in her favorite spot. Experience has taught her that the back starboard corner of the upper deck is the optimal place for viewing the stars - there's less foot traffic, and little to obstruct the view. Most of the time, anyway. The addition of a tall girl of about her own age definitely dampers things a bit.
But no matter. This can be easily worked out. She walks briskly up to Korra, clearing her throat and tapping her on the shoulder.]
Excuse me.
She does not, however, find it particularly relaxing to discover someone else standing in her favorite spot. Experience has taught her that the back starboard corner of the upper deck is the optimal place for viewing the stars - there's less foot traffic, and little to obstruct the view. Most of the time, anyway. The addition of a tall girl of about her own age definitely dampers things a bit.
But no matter. This can be easily worked out. She walks briskly up to Korra, clearing her throat and tapping her on the shoulder.]
Excuse me.
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Dec. 31st, 2020 11:56 ambearattack[One of the worst things about Deerington, in Maze's opinion, is the lack of a decent nightlife (no, the Hair of the Dog does not count, thank you very much). The monsters, the trauma, the horror, all the hellish stuff she'd previously always been on the giving end of rather than the receiving end - sure, none of that's great, but a bopping nightclub would really go a long way towards making up for it. But while the occasional drink with a friend isn't the same thing, it's still... nice, she supposes. It doesn't scratch her itch for wild excitement, but it scratches her itch for companionship, and she's coming to realize more and more that that's important to her, too.
Lucifer's over today, and she's aimlessly circling the living room of her townhouse, scotch in hand, looking a bit like a lion searching for some prey to stalk. She appears to find said prey at one of the front windows, where she stops suddenly and leans in, peering closer. Finding random fingerprints and mysteriously-moved objects isn't exactly uncommon in these houses, but this seems like overkill - there are finger smudges all over the glass, on both the inside and the outside, as if someone spent quite a lot of time trying to claw their way in and then out again. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she turns to look over her shoulder at Lucifer.]
Has anyone ever tried to do a seance in these houses?
Lucifer's over today, and she's aimlessly circling the living room of her townhouse, scotch in hand, looking a bit like a lion searching for some prey to stalk. She appears to find said prey at one of the front windows, where she stops suddenly and leans in, peering closer. Finding random fingerprints and mysteriously-moved objects isn't exactly uncommon in these houses, but this seems like overkill - there are finger smudges all over the glass, on both the inside and the outside, as if someone spent quite a lot of time trying to claw their way in and then out again. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she turns to look over her shoulder at Lucifer.]
Has anyone ever tried to do a seance in these houses?
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Dec. 31st, 2020 10:33 ambearattack[It's not common for Maze's bounty-hunting trips take her far from LA, and even less common for them to take her out of the country in general, but the perp she's trailing now is anything but common. For one thing, he has the means to skip town and fly overseas like it's nothing, something that most low-level gang-bangers lack; for another, he's somehow managed to evade the authorities at every airport and border control that he's passed through, which suggests an alternate identity and a practiced ease with using it. Both these things make the LAPD reluctant to put her on the case - this might be above her pay grade, they reason, and besides, her skills have always leaned more towards fighting and brute force than reconnaissance. But while it's true that laying low and trying to suss out some dude who's hiding in plain sight doesn't sound very appealing, it's the first argument that makes her really fight for the job. Nothing is above her pay grade.
Reluctantly, half-heartedly, the force agrees to give her the job (not in the least because a few higher-ups are worried that if they don't, she'll go rogue and take off after him anyway). She's given strict instructions (don't try to confront him, don't try to take him down yourself, just figure out what name he's using so that we can put an alert out on the passport he's traveling under) that she half-listens to. She can definitely do that last thing, but she doesn't plan to make any promises regarding the first two.
His name - his real name - surfaces in London on one of the underground networks that INTERPOL monitors, so Maze heads there first. She's vaguely aware of Constantine's turf being in some London or another, but human geography really isn't her strong suit; they have this stupid habit of using the same place names over and over and over again, and keeping track of it all really is more trouble than it's worth, especially where multiverses are involved. The thought that he could show up while working on a problem of his own, as he has several times in the past, doesn't even cross her mind. Not even when she's, say, single-handedly beating up a squad of gangster bodyguards in an alleyway at 3am, and making quite a lot of noise while doing it.]
Reluctantly, half-heartedly, the force agrees to give her the job (not in the least because a few higher-ups are worried that if they don't, she'll go rogue and take off after him anyway). She's given strict instructions (don't try to confront him, don't try to take him down yourself, just figure out what name he's using so that we can put an alert out on the passport he's traveling under) that she half-listens to. She can definitely do that last thing, but she doesn't plan to make any promises regarding the first two.
His name - his real name - surfaces in London on one of the underground networks that INTERPOL monitors, so Maze heads there first. She's vaguely aware of Constantine's turf being in some London or another, but human geography really isn't her strong suit; they have this stupid habit of using the same place names over and over and over again, and keeping track of it all really is more trouble than it's worth, especially where multiverses are involved. The thought that he could show up while working on a problem of his own, as he has several times in the past, doesn't even cross her mind. Not even when she's, say, single-handedly beating up a squad of gangster bodyguards in an alleyway at 3am, and making quite a lot of noise while doing it.]
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Dec. 26th, 2020 11:14 ammyfavoritemurder[Callisto wakes up in a little thatch house in a small village, and at first breath, it reminds her so much of Cirra that it sends her head spinning. When she realizes a half-second later that it isn't her old home magically come back to life, fury quickly overtakes confusion, and the end result is that the welcoming do-gooder who swings by to greet her ends up in a headlock with her sword to his throat. In the ensuing scuffle, she learns a few important things. One - she is as alone as she was in Tartarus, with none of her army here to back her up. Two - the man she almost killed is not alone, and indeed has a whole slew of companions willing and able to rush to his defense. And three - she has never seen a small village filled to the brim with this many trained fighters. One woman (clearly favored by some god or another, or perhaps a minor goddess herself) has some sort of ice power, which she uses to immobilize Callisto by freezing her wrists to the wall.
While they have her restrained, they explain. She, like them, has been pulled from her own world and into this one, by persons unknown and for reasons unknown. Everyone wakes up in this village, and with every new arrival, a new little house for them magically appears. They grow and hunt their own food, and everybody works together (this part is stressed) to try to survive and find a way home. They show her something that they call a "network device" that's used for instantaneous communication over long distances, and explain that, just like the house, she's been given one of her own.
Callisto promises not to attack them if they set her free, and they actually do, which is as good evidence as anything that this is another world entirely - no one from her own would trust her promises. Luckily for them, though, she doesn't currently have a lot of interest in laying waste to this place - at the moment, she's more interested in getting out. It's clear to her that the entire village (with its magic people and magic houses and magic communication boxes) is in some sort of thrall to a powerful being, and she's not interested in sticking around until said being shows up to collect on all the gifts it's been giving out.
They all warn her that she's making a mistake. The forest beyond the village is filled with monsters, and no one who's tried to leave for good has ever come back. (Well, of course not, Callisto thinks to herself. What do they think leaving for good means?) She pays their warnings no mind, taking only her sword and, after some thought, the network device. She might not trust it enough to use it, but she wants to examine it further. And then she goes.
The forest, she finds, isn't that much different from the ones she's used to. Maybe it's filled with monsters and maybe it isn't, but it is filled with game animals, and she's able to easily catch a rabbit for dinner, which she cooks over an open fire. It's towards the end of her meal that she notices that she has a visitor, lurking in the trees about twenty yards from where she sits. She squints through the gloom, trying to make out any details or features, but the only conclusion she comes away with is that they're vaguely human-shaped.]
Are you one of the monsters?
[She calls out.]
Or are you somebody else who wasn't interested in being fattened up for slaughter?
While they have her restrained, they explain. She, like them, has been pulled from her own world and into this one, by persons unknown and for reasons unknown. Everyone wakes up in this village, and with every new arrival, a new little house for them magically appears. They grow and hunt their own food, and everybody works together (this part is stressed) to try to survive and find a way home. They show her something that they call a "network device" that's used for instantaneous communication over long distances, and explain that, just like the house, she's been given one of her own.
Callisto promises not to attack them if they set her free, and they actually do, which is as good evidence as anything that this is another world entirely - no one from her own would trust her promises. Luckily for them, though, she doesn't currently have a lot of interest in laying waste to this place - at the moment, she's more interested in getting out. It's clear to her that the entire village (with its magic people and magic houses and magic communication boxes) is in some sort of thrall to a powerful being, and she's not interested in sticking around until said being shows up to collect on all the gifts it's been giving out.
They all warn her that she's making a mistake. The forest beyond the village is filled with monsters, and no one who's tried to leave for good has ever come back. (Well, of course not, Callisto thinks to herself. What do they think leaving for good means?) She pays their warnings no mind, taking only her sword and, after some thought, the network device. She might not trust it enough to use it, but she wants to examine it further. And then she goes.
The forest, she finds, isn't that much different from the ones she's used to. Maybe it's filled with monsters and maybe it isn't, but it is filled with game animals, and she's able to easily catch a rabbit for dinner, which she cooks over an open fire. It's towards the end of her meal that she notices that she has a visitor, lurking in the trees about twenty yards from where she sits. She squints through the gloom, trying to make out any details or features, but the only conclusion she comes away with is that they're vaguely human-shaped.]
Are you one of the monsters?
[She calls out.]
Or are you somebody else who wasn't interested in being fattened up for slaughter?
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Dec. 14th, 2020 01:59 pmmyfavoritemurder[Evening is coming on fast - lockdown too, though she doesn't know it - and Callisto has been in Norfinbury for roughly twelve hours. She has not registered her tablet. She has not gone outside. She has spent the past day exploring every inch of the strange, unfamiliar house that she's found herself in. Whatever corner of Tartarus this is, it's unlike anything she's ever seen or heard of before, and she can't figure out what the point of it is - not a single other soul has popped up, and no attempts at torture or torment have been made. It's just... quiet.
Well, except for the thin square box that repeatedly talks to her, telling over over and over again to "register by touching the screen". Meaningless. The first few times, she questions it - asking who's speaking, asking for clarification, asking why - but it never answers, never says anything but that same sentence over and over again, and it doesn't take long for her to get sick of it. In one of the smaller rooms, there's some sort of porcelain chair with a hollow, water-filled center. She drops the box in the water, flips down the lid, and leaves it alone. Hopefully whatever spirit is possessing it is capable of being drowned.
By the time Beau arrives for the evening, Callisto will have sequestered herself to one of the back bedrooms. She's picked the house clean already, and every single tidbit and trinket she's found has been piled in a great heap on the floor. She sits in the middle of her spoils, wearing a blanket that she's turned into something of a makeshift robe, and is currently in the process of inventorying. When she hears a door open, hears footsteps, she freezes, head whipping in the direction that the noise is coming from. She doesn't stand, but her body is taut, like a viper waiting to strike.]
Well, except for the thin square box that repeatedly talks to her, telling over over and over again to "register by touching the screen". Meaningless. The first few times, she questions it - asking who's speaking, asking for clarification, asking why - but it never answers, never says anything but that same sentence over and over again, and it doesn't take long for her to get sick of it. In one of the smaller rooms, there's some sort of porcelain chair with a hollow, water-filled center. She drops the box in the water, flips down the lid, and leaves it alone. Hopefully whatever spirit is possessing it is capable of being drowned.
By the time Beau arrives for the evening, Callisto will have sequestered herself to one of the back bedrooms. She's picked the house clean already, and every single tidbit and trinket she's found has been piled in a great heap on the floor. She sits in the middle of her spoils, wearing a blanket that she's turned into something of a makeshift robe, and is currently in the process of inventorying. When she hears a door open, hears footsteps, she freezes, head whipping in the direction that the noise is coming from. She doesn't stand, but her body is taut, like a viper waiting to strike.]
