http://phoenixsays.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] phoenixsays.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2010-03-11 03:16 pm

oo1 ∞ your exodus laughing [holo]

A woman appears in Taxon's arrival chamber.

This in and of itself is nothing out of the ordinary; that is, after all, the purpose of the room. The young woman in question has dark, curly hair, light eyes, and is wearing the slightly tattered remnants of a white silk cocktail dress, which has a smudge of what appears to be blood on one shoulder. She regards her surroundings with a look of resignation, and possibly vague, cynical amusement, stepping out of place to drift her hand all around the corners of the room, testing the walls, the ceiling, the steps, the platform itself, all the places where there should be a door. Something.

Nada. Fuck.

Well, she's grateful not to be locked back in FBI custody enduring all manner of accusations of terrorism (hardly), so she'll take it, but her nerves are rubbed-raw, brittle underneath her projection of sinuous, lazy calm. Her attitude is shit, kidnapping? Must be Tuesday, but that doesn't change the fact that she doesn't really appreciate what seems to be yet another abduction by forces unknown, who probably want her to do their bidding or break a law or something equally tedious. Zorya assumes it's not going to be anything so pedestrian as asking for a performance.

She turns back to the tablet, unaware that it is presently broadcasting her every move, and sighs at it, patiently exasperated, as though it is a misbehaving child. She flicks through the panels, head tilted to one side, and when she turns around, there appears to be a door already behind her, as though it had been there the entire time. "Now that's interesting," she comments in accented English, tapping her fingertips on the tablet, "and a little creepy."

From this angle, it becomes apparent that she has an interesting accessory: handcuffs, police-issue, encircling one wrist. Not the other, though; it seems she's managed to handle at least half of them.

"You look like you're something I'm not legally entitled to have," she informs the tablet in Hungarian, hoping that if Szebasztián is responsible for this, or at least listening in, this will provoke him, because she evidently plans to keep it. "I love that in a glorified cellphone, or whatever this is."

Zorya turns back to the strangely appearing exit, looking between it and the tablet contemplatively.

"Well. Now I know what to do."

...and that is head for the door, apparently. She sees no reason to waste any time.

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[identity profile] mercurialnature.livejournal.com 2010-03-12 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"You're in Taxon, it's relatively safe in the way that monsters are unlikely to appear and eat you, but it's not really 'normal either'. I can't really place it on a map in relation to anything else, because as far as I know, there isn't anything else. And I'm Hermes." With a sunny disposition and easy smile, Hermes doesn't seem the least be affected by her occasionally sharp tone.

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[identity profile] mercurialnature.livejournal.com 2010-03-12 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Bigger. It's a city. Most of it is empty or filled with Extras; they're like people, but they 'turn off' when we're not around. You can take any empty place you find to live in and there's things called 'hatches' that'll make you whatever you want to eat or wear or read or anything smaller than a breadbox."