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[Static. The picture is still coming into focus, but you can hear the drumming of long nails. Finally a woman comes into clarity, cigarette still clenched between her red lips in concentration as she fiddles with the volume on the PCD. Once satisfied she backs off, leaning into the camera like the juiciest confessional.]
No, wait. Don't tell me. [Sonja's been here a few hours, reading days of backlogs on the feed.] That rag that smelled like chloroform was actually the red pill, and reality is a post-Apocalyptic city full of whiners.
[Sonny sits back, taking a long drag and looking utterly unbovvered.] I don't know, boys and girls. If the real world turns out to be Detroit on its period, I think I'd rather stay in the Matrix. [Another long drag, and a smoke ring she blows right at the PCD's screen.] Could someone with a low BKC - oh, that's "blood kool-aid content" for the kids at home - ah, maybe point me to the nearest guest services or informational kiosk? I haven't gotten a welcome tour or been probed yet, and no kidnapping is really complete without it.
Oh. [Here she takes a deep breath, leaning in with something like a smile that's a little hard-edged. There's a trace of lipstick on her teeth.] And I'd be willing to trade sexual favors for a steady supply of cigarettes. Not necessarily from me, but someone would be blowing you, and really. It's the thought that counts.
[Sparkle SPARKLE~! Feed off.]
((ooc: please fill out her permissions post! Even if... she won't need it yet. Oops.))
No, wait. Don't tell me. [Sonja's been here a few hours, reading days of backlogs on the feed.] That rag that smelled like chloroform was actually the red pill, and reality is a post-Apocalyptic city full of whiners.
[Sonny sits back, taking a long drag and looking utterly unbovvered.] I don't know, boys and girls. If the real world turns out to be Detroit on its period, I think I'd rather stay in the Matrix. [Another long drag, and a smoke ring she blows right at the PCD's screen.] Could someone with a low BKC - oh, that's "blood kool-aid content" for the kids at home - ah, maybe point me to the nearest guest services or informational kiosk? I haven't gotten a welcome tour or been probed yet, and no kidnapping is really complete without it.
Oh. [Here she takes a deep breath, leaning in with something like a smile that's a little hard-edged. There's a trace of lipstick on her teeth.] And I'd be willing to trade sexual favors for a steady supply of cigarettes. Not necessarily from me, but someone would be blowing you, and really. It's the thought that counts.
[Sparkle SPARKLE~! Feed off.]
((ooc: please fill out her permissions post! Even if... she won't need it yet. Oops.))