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Characters: Handmaiden (ice_echani) and Will (pompous_today)
Date/Time: October 16th, evening-ish?
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: PG-13... oh wait no, they get censored. PG.
Summary: Handmaiden hates the Vader suit and has no sense of modesty. Obviously Will shouldn't either. Silly man.
Handmaiden stood by the elevator. Two days in this wretched suit had been most unpleasant. She could eat and drink, awkwardly, with a straw and by cutting her food into small pieces so they could get through the triangular hatch. But the air in the helmet was close and hot, the red-tinted eyeholes and lack of peripheral vision had given her a dull and steady headache, and although she could do some necessary things, no amount of tugging, wrestling, or attack with scissors had allowed her to remove it completely so that she could shower.
The cool weather at least kept it from being too hot when outdoors, but the suit was still clammy and starting to smell, and the cape kept on catching in doors. Not to mention the fact that she was apparently dressed like "Darth Vader." The word Darth struck at her in some strange, unpleasant way... it was a title, one that gave her a sense of revulsion. She did not want it.
Nudity around others didn't bother Handmaiden under normal circumstances, and at this moment it was a prospect Handmaiden welcomed. She hadn't given any thought to Will's possible sense of modesty, only the potential that she could get out of this thing for a while.
Date/Time: October 16th, evening-ish?
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: PG-13... oh wait no, they get censored. PG.
Summary: Handmaiden hates the Vader suit and has no sense of modesty. Obviously Will shouldn't either. Silly man.
Handmaiden stood by the elevator. Two days in this wretched suit had been most unpleasant. She could eat and drink, awkwardly, with a straw and by cutting her food into small pieces so they could get through the triangular hatch. But the air in the helmet was close and hot, the red-tinted eyeholes and lack of peripheral vision had given her a dull and steady headache, and although she could do some necessary things, no amount of tugging, wrestling, or attack with scissors had allowed her to remove it completely so that she could shower.
The cool weather at least kept it from being too hot when outdoors, but the suit was still clammy and starting to smell, and the cape kept on catching in doors. Not to mention the fact that she was apparently dressed like "Darth Vader." The word Darth struck at her in some strange, unpleasant way... it was a title, one that gave her a sense of revulsion. She did not want it.
Nudity around others didn't bother Handmaiden under normal circumstances, and at this moment it was a prospect Handmaiden welcomed. She hadn't given any thought to Will's possible sense of modesty, only the potential that she could get out of this thing for a while.