[Event: Memory Corrupt] Make up you mind to have... no regrets....

[ooeeooahah]

AU Information: Ilsa and her sister were kidnapped at a young age, and taken from the human dimension where they were born, to the dimension her father is from. The political opponents who arranged the attack were found and the girls rescued in Ilsa's timeline, but not every rescue is successful. In the alternate timeline, she and her sister were raised as cubi, by a clan that taught that all others were cattle to be driven as the clan willed. She is not a doctor, not a chef, and definitely not a nice girl, this weekend.

[ Friday Morning, 1490 Kramden Road, Master bedroom ]

[ Ilsa is slow to wake, stretching languorously against the one they assigned to her. For all his lack of external emotion, he was good for a steady diet of frustration, embarrassment and confusion.

Breakfast, as they say, was served. ]

[ Friday afternoon, MacCready and Sons ]

[ Drones didn't provide sustenance - there were no emotions, no energy about them. She went to work to keep from being one of them, and after her morning, wasn't really interested in feeding, just pretending to work, looking busy enough for the drones there to leave her alone.

That doesn't mean her aware co-workers were safe. ]

[ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[ The drones are as unpalatable to her as their food is to those that require it.

However, the aware prisoners provide her a smorgasbord of despair, turmoil, frustration and fear.

Delicious. ]

Comments

Re: [Saturday around town]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She smiles. It's not a nice smile. ]

Not even to harness his energy to make your life easier?

[ The bags are getting awfully heavy, aren't they? ]

Re: [Saturday around town]

[fifthtimearound]

[She has to set the bags down entirely, panting. She looks up to give Ilsa a glare.]

I'm not one of those. I don't --

[Wait, is she . . . but that's not possible. A blood mage would have to cause her pain, it doesn't work like this . . .

Does it?]

What are you doing?

Re: [Saturday around town]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Her eyes glitter in the fading light of day. ]

Nothing unusual, just walking out in the evening.

[ The confusion with a touch of fear is delicious. Ilsa leans closer, lifting up Caroline's chin. ]

You feeling all right, sweetie?

Re: [Saturday around town]

[fifthtimearound]

[That little bit of fear is quickly turning into a lot of fear. Ilsa's doing something to her, she's feeling weak. But she had no way to stop it. She tries to yank her chin away.]

Get away from me.

Re: [Saturday around town]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Icy-cold fear? Oh, yeah - nom! Ilsa chuckles, grasping Caroline's chin, and not gently, either. The drain is more obvious, now ]

You might want to get yourself home, soon.

[ She releases Caroline's chin, and the the drain tapers off. ]

Never know what's hiding in the night.

Re: [Saturday around town]

[fifthtimearound]

[She sags, not quite going to her knees but it's close and still trying to catch her breath.]

Just stay away from me. If I have to, I'll shoot you.

Re: [Saturday around town]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa chuckles as she walks away. ]

Mmhmm, not if I see you first, sweetie.