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mayfield_rpg2012-06-02 01:19 pm
ooeeooahah) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-06-02 01:19 pm
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[Event: Memory Corrupt] Make up you mind to have... no regrets....
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. ]
[ 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. ]
Re: [Saturday around town]
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]
Just stay away from me. If I have to, I'll shoot you.
Re: [Saturday around town]
Mmhmm, not if I see you first, sweetie.