Nov 16, 2009 00:11
When the PIN flash fades, all is pitch black in the room where Evil!Telrim and her new guest have arrived. Unfazed and laughing with pleasure at her success, the Controller stands, and moves across the room confidently, shoes ringing on the cold metal deck-plates. She finds the light controls with ease born of habit, and the lights flicker on to show a storage hanger stacked with bales of wood and packages wrapped in sealed plastic, a few rolled-up carpets, crates upon crates upon crates with cardboard boxes numbered in clear red print. It looks like there's even a line of freezers over by one wall. A clear aisle leads off through the stacked items, giving access to the back. In one of the corners there's a number of free-standing objects, a couple of eight-foot columns of wood stood slightly away from others that have been carved into flowing, twisted shapes that look like alien figures from the corner of one's eye.
Still, it's only a small hangar, and Telrim is sure, as she turns to check on her guest, that they won't be disturbed. She comes back over to examine the stranger and consider his bindings.
"Really," she says with a smirk, "that was too easy, don't you think?"