What's going on? Where is she? The card that's been left for her in the cabin means nothing because she can't read it. She did try but... without Damien's help, forget trying to puzzle it out.
The door of this strange room isn't locked, but she's frightened to discover that she can only walk in one direction. Is this some new kind of technology? Is Damien using her as a tester again? Sighing and crossing her arms, she reluctantly follows the path that unseen force is taking her on, until she reaches the muster.
A tiny, "Eep," escapes her mouth when she sees that woman with no face. She's quick to put a hand over her lips to keep any other sound from coming out but she's forced to put them down again so she can accept that horrifying lei going over her head.
She picks up a piece of that white disk gingerly between her fingers and scrunches her nose up. What is that? Naturally, the best way to check is by putting it between her teeth, right? She makes an explosively disgusted face seconds after that regrettable choice when she realizes it tastes like bone. Her already ruffled wings puff out as a full body shudder runs down her spine. Ew. Ew. Ew!! Why would anyone make a necklace like this??
2. [cw: blood]
She hates it here! Nothing makes sense! Worse than that, even everyday objects are apparently dangerous. Such at pianos!
Her bare feet smack against the deck as she runs, a full sized piano clanging after her, charging with it's lid open and teeth out like it's planning to eat her alive. Can a piano do that? She's not sticking around to find out!
She vaults over the rail and spreads her wings, soaring out over the unnaturally calm water. But, to her shock, not too far out she hits an invisible barrier. Crunch goes her nose, and she can both taste and smell the new trickle of blood. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Did she break it? Damien is going to kill her if it ends up leaving a scar.
She has no choice but to swing around in the air and come back to the deck. The piano is still there, pacing at the rail like a attack dog guarding the perimeter. Oh no! Someone else is walking this way. Don't they see it? It's going to get them. She can't shout, but she flies as close as she can and starts frantically waving her arms and pointing. Look out! Mad piano on the loose!
3. [More Blood/Violence]
This clothing store is weird. She wanted to just take a quick look around to see if she could find a replacement dress, since she got blood all over this one from a nosebleed. That was... she doesn't really know how long ago. A while. And she feels like she's been walking for miles. She's lost. Not even flying up and trying to get a better vantage point is helping. It just goes on and on.
Distraught, she perches on the top of a circular clothing rack to rest, her still bare feet are getting sore. She hasn't covered this kind of distance on foot in years. Just then, something below her rustles. What? Is there someone else in here? She squints down between the hangers of tacky swimsuits. No. No one there....
Suddenly, the fabric itself rises up and latches onto her. She shrieks, loud and wordless, and pumps her wings hard to lift away from the rack. A lump of clothes is still attached to her leg and it's chewing on her. She can feel something like little needle teeth. She desperately shakes her leg trying to fling the thing off but it won't let go. Help!!
Linnet | OC
What's going on? Where is she? The card that's been left for her in the cabin means nothing because she can't read it. She did try but... without Damien's help, forget trying to puzzle it out.
The door of this strange room isn't locked, but she's frightened to discover that she can only walk in one direction. Is this some new kind of technology? Is Damien using her as a tester again? Sighing and crossing her arms, she reluctantly follows the path that unseen force is taking her on, until she reaches the muster.
A tiny, "Eep," escapes her mouth when she sees that woman with no face. She's quick to put a hand over her lips to keep any other sound from coming out but she's forced to put them down again so she can accept that horrifying lei going over her head.
She picks up a piece of that white disk gingerly between her fingers and scrunches her nose up. What is that? Naturally, the best way to check is by putting it between her teeth, right? She makes an explosively disgusted face seconds after that regrettable choice when she realizes it tastes like bone. Her already ruffled wings puff out as a full body shudder runs down her spine. Ew. Ew. Ew!! Why would anyone make a necklace like this??
2. [cw: blood]
She hates it here! Nothing makes sense! Worse than that, even everyday objects are apparently dangerous. Such at pianos!
Her bare feet smack against the deck as she runs, a full sized piano clanging after her, charging with it's lid open and teeth out like it's planning to eat her alive. Can a piano do that? She's not sticking around to find out!
She vaults over the rail and spreads her wings, soaring out over the unnaturally calm water. But, to her shock, not too far out she hits an invisible barrier. Crunch goes her nose, and she can both taste and smell the new trickle of blood. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Did she break it? Damien is going to kill her if it ends up leaving a scar.
She has no choice but to swing around in the air and come back to the deck. The piano is still there, pacing at the rail like a attack dog guarding the perimeter. Oh no! Someone else is walking this way. Don't they see it? It's going to get them. She can't shout, but she flies as close as she can and starts frantically waving her arms and pointing. Look out! Mad piano on the loose!
3. [More Blood/Violence]
This clothing store is weird. She wanted to just take a quick look around to see if she could find a replacement dress, since she got blood all over this one from a nosebleed. That was... she doesn't really know how long ago. A while. And she feels like she's been walking for miles. She's lost. Not even flying up and trying to get a better vantage point is helping. It just goes on and on.
Distraught, she perches on the top of a circular clothing rack to rest, her still bare feet are getting sore. She hasn't covered this kind of distance on foot in years. Just then, something below her rustles. What? Is there someone else in here? She squints down between the hangers of tacky swimsuits. No. No one there....
Suddenly, the fabric itself rises up and latches onto her. She shrieks, loud and wordless, and pumps her wings hard to lift away from the rack. A lump of clothes is still attached to her leg and it's chewing on her. She can feel something like little needle teeth. She desperately shakes her leg trying to fling the thing off but it won't let go. Help!!