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taxonomites2009-05-21 01:53 pm
aesthetic_mojo) wrote in taxonomites2009-05-21 01:53 pm
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Three weeks in prison. At least her prisons always came with gardens to walk in and decent company. Charlotte certainly couldn't complain about the man who had allowed her into his home. Or into a facsimile of his home, anyway. John was easy to live with. He cleaned up after himself, didn't say he minded her spreading her stuff out on a spare table, and he barely snored. The fact that as erstwhile lovers they treated each other like an old married couple was odd, but not too unsurprising. They weren't in a relationship. They were just....together.
And they were stuck there.
She knew John had spoken to some of the others about investigating their surroundings. Not much more had happened with that, but at least he was getting to know some of their fellow prisoners. She was pretty much just puttering around the place. By nature she was only impulsive in one arena. Since she'd satisfied that by moving in, she had hung back, watching the others and playing with the replicator. Now it was time to do something, so she set her tablet on the table next to her and addressed her fellow lab rats.
"Greetings everyone. Hope our little cage is treating you all well. Gods know the fake weather is good." She exhaled slowly. That wasn't the direction she wanted to go. "I know some of you military, law enforcement types are out there working on what's going on. I thank you for that. Unfortunately, I'm pretty useless with that line of inquiry."
She put her hand out flat and smiled slowly. As her expression changed, her focus went to the palm of her hand. After a moment, a dark blue flame grew there, dancing brightly. "I have other skills, ones I share with at least a couple people around here." The flame grew to the size of a soft ball, then imploded in a rainbow colored flash of sparks. "Maybe we should get together and make a plan for testing the limits of our captivity."
She looked back at the camera. "What do you say? We have a lovely patio out back. I could make some mint tea and we can pool our resources."
She blushed suddenly and looked down. "Oh, uhm, John? Do you mind if we have some company?"
And they were stuck there.
She knew John had spoken to some of the others about investigating their surroundings. Not much more had happened with that, but at least he was getting to know some of their fellow prisoners. She was pretty much just puttering around the place. By nature she was only impulsive in one arena. Since she'd satisfied that by moving in, she had hung back, watching the others and playing with the replicator. Now it was time to do something, so she set her tablet on the table next to her and addressed her fellow lab rats.
"Greetings everyone. Hope our little cage is treating you all well. Gods know the fake weather is good." She exhaled slowly. That wasn't the direction she wanted to go. "I know some of you military, law enforcement types are out there working on what's going on. I thank you for that. Unfortunately, I'm pretty useless with that line of inquiry."
She put her hand out flat and smiled slowly. As her expression changed, her focus went to the palm of her hand. After a moment, a dark blue flame grew there, dancing brightly. "I have other skills, ones I share with at least a couple people around here." The flame grew to the size of a soft ball, then imploded in a rainbow colored flash of sparks. "Maybe we should get together and make a plan for testing the limits of our captivity."
She looked back at the camera. "What do you say? We have a lovely patio out back. I could make some mint tea and we can pool our resources."
She blushed suddenly and looked down. "Oh, uhm, John? Do you mind if we have some company?"