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Who: limu_o_pele and sideromelane
What: Not!twins meeting and clashing.
Where: Somewhere in the streets of Promenade.
When: After Bowen's baseball game with Jack Kelly.
Warnings: None I can think of.
Asha leaves the strange room she wakes in almost immediately, can't make any attempt to figure out where she is from inside. She works her way down through the building slowly, checking for threats, just like her mother taught her. But no one attempts to stop her, and she makes her way out onto the street undisturbed. There are plenty of people outside, but, still wary, she doesn't move to speak to any of them, to ask any questions. Just touches as many minds as she needs to to build a working picture. Her confidence grows, slowly, realising there is no real kidnapper, no particularly malicious intent. A city of dreams, and every one of them dreamers.
There's alarm from some at her being outside with no mask, which she initially ignores, until the pattern of punishment and fear becomes clear. Some danger here, then, and she doesn't particularly want to test something so trivial so quickly. She retreats back inside, briefly, finding her way back to the room, where there is a mask waiting for her. A cellphone, too, and a note, that she reads quickly before tucking into her pocket.
The mask is fiddly to pull on, a delicate looking thing that clashes completely with the worn wool sweater and tatty jeans she's wearing, but she manages it. Then she heads out onto the street again.
There are lines connecting everything, even here, and she feels it, Bowen is here, but it is not as clear as it should be. She takes a breath, turning, and lets her feet guide her.
She'll find Bowen, and they'll get out of here.
What: Not!twins meeting and clashing.
Where: Somewhere in the streets of Promenade.
When: After Bowen's baseball game with Jack Kelly.
Warnings: None I can think of.
Asha leaves the strange room she wakes in almost immediately, can't make any attempt to figure out where she is from inside. She works her way down through the building slowly, checking for threats, just like her mother taught her. But no one attempts to stop her, and she makes her way out onto the street undisturbed. There are plenty of people outside, but, still wary, she doesn't move to speak to any of them, to ask any questions. Just touches as many minds as she needs to to build a working picture. Her confidence grows, slowly, realising there is no real kidnapper, no particularly malicious intent. A city of dreams, and every one of them dreamers.
There's alarm from some at her being outside with no mask, which she initially ignores, until the pattern of punishment and fear becomes clear. Some danger here, then, and she doesn't particularly want to test something so trivial so quickly. She retreats back inside, briefly, finding her way back to the room, where there is a mask waiting for her. A cellphone, too, and a note, that she reads quickly before tucking into her pocket.
The mask is fiddly to pull on, a delicate looking thing that clashes completely with the worn wool sweater and tatty jeans she's wearing, but she manages it. Then she heads out onto the street again.
There are lines connecting everything, even here, and she feels it, Bowen is here, but it is not as clear as it should be. She takes a breath, turning, and lets her feet guide her.
She'll find Bowen, and they'll get out of here.