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hellhouse2019-06-10 09:08 am
justaddh2o) wrote in hellhouse2019-06-10 09:08 am
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WHO: Rikki Chadwick & Ben Hargreeves
WHAT: Waking up in Hell House
WHEN: Day 1, late morning
WARNINGS: tbd
WHAT: Waking up in Hell House
WHEN: Day 1, late morning
WARNINGS: tbd
Groaning a little with dissatisfaction is Rikki's soft protest to her body clock pulling her out of sleep. It's time to start another day and while things have been on the financial upswing, that's largely because the cafe has been doing really well with traffic. That's good for the books; exhausting in execution, because it means that they're always busy and Rikki has to jump in to help the waitresses. Summer is always good for that, she supposes, although last summer had been difficult. She still blames that on Zane, but Rikki reckons that he'd actually agree, if she were still talking to him. They've drifted and that's just as well. He leaves her to it, takes his cut, and they largely leave one another alone. Serves him right after everything.
It takes her a few moments to wake up enough to realize that she's sans-tail, but instead she's dressed to the nines. It isn't that Rikki doesn't like to look nice when it's warranted, but she doesn't wear dresses like this. She probably still couldn't afford a dress like this. "What...?" she mutters once she's sat up and taken a look at herself. It's hard to miss the glowing block in her arm as it evidently powers up and Rikki tells herself that she's just having a lucid dream. A right weird one, but a dream. There's no way there's literally a new mobile in her arm and she's not in the moon pool, but instead in some dimly lit dining room in a ball gown.
It isn't until she notices the other person in the room and hears a scratch of vinyl that she starts to wonder if maybe she's mistaken. Rikki doesn't have dreams often, but when she does, they've never been this vivid. "Oi," she calls out to rouse the man. "What are you playing at? I've got more important things going on, yeah?" Her Aussie accent is somehow thicker as she's waking still, or maybe it's just because she's getting angry.
Rikki gets to her feet, hand twitching at her side like she's itching to use her power, but on the off chance that the guy hasn't anything to do with what she's doing here, she holds off for the mo. "Hey!" she snaps at him in an attempt to wake him without actually having to go over and touch him. This is all a bit much. Her first thought is that she'd fallen asleep with her chin propped on her arms at the moon pool and she'd been picked up by someone and she was finally going to be dissected like a frog and studied, but what would the point of the stupid dress be?
"Forget it," she mutters more to herself than to him, moving toward the door, meaning to leave him and this room behind and just leave, but she stops when the voice fills the room, welcoming her — them? — to "Hell House" before quoting a song lyric. "Ohhhh, no. No, not today. Not now, not ever," she says with a sneer, moving the rest of the way to the door to try the knob which, as it turns out, is sticking.
It takes her a few moments to wake up enough to realize that she's sans-tail, but instead she's dressed to the nines. It isn't that Rikki doesn't like to look nice when it's warranted, but she doesn't wear dresses like this. She probably still couldn't afford a dress like this. "What...?" she mutters once she's sat up and taken a look at herself. It's hard to miss the glowing block in her arm as it evidently powers up and Rikki tells herself that she's just having a lucid dream. A right weird one, but a dream. There's no way there's literally a new mobile in her arm and she's not in the moon pool, but instead in some dimly lit dining room in a ball gown.
It isn't until she notices the other person in the room and hears a scratch of vinyl that she starts to wonder if maybe she's mistaken. Rikki doesn't have dreams often, but when she does, they've never been this vivid. "Oi," she calls out to rouse the man. "What are you playing at? I've got more important things going on, yeah?" Her Aussie accent is somehow thicker as she's waking still, or maybe it's just because she's getting angry.
Rikki gets to her feet, hand twitching at her side like she's itching to use her power, but on the off chance that the guy hasn't anything to do with what she's doing here, she holds off for the mo. "Hey!" she snaps at him in an attempt to wake him without actually having to go over and touch him. This is all a bit much. Her first thought is that she'd fallen asleep with her chin propped on her arms at the moon pool and she'd been picked up by someone and she was finally going to be dissected like a frog and studied, but what would the point of the stupid dress be?
"Forget it," she mutters more to herself than to him, moving toward the door, meaning to leave him and this room behind and just leave, but she stops when the voice fills the room, welcoming her — them? — to "Hell House" before quoting a song lyric. "Ohhhh, no. No, not today. Not now, not ever," she says with a sneer, moving the rest of the way to the door to try the knob which, as it turns out, is sticking.