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hellhouse2019-06-10 10:28 am
morethanbark) wrote in hellhouse2019-06-10 10:28 am
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WHO: Sandor Clegane, Kaylee Frye, and Kate Danvers
WHAT: introductions and associated confusion
WHERE: second floor dining room
WHEN day 1, late morning
WARNINGS: Clegane has a mouth like a trucker, I'm sure other stuff will crop up too
Sandor wakes up with a start in a strange room with strange faces, sat in a chair at a table, a shout in his throat. He looks around with wary eyes, no trace of King's Landing, or what was left of it, in sight but something strung tight around his throat. It takes him a couple attempts to pull it off but he does eventually, throws the scrap of fabric onto the table with an irritated grumble. Nothing makes sense, which only succeeds in making him edgy, but when he moves to stand, there's no armor. No sword, only strange clothes made from strange fabric and a lingering feeling like all of this is Wrong.
He'd say it must be a dream, but it feels too real for that, and the only dreams he ever remembers are filled with fire. Everything's mixed up anyway.
The voice interrupts his ruminations, lays out everything, not that it's much. He can't find the source, although it's not for lack of trying, there's nobody else talking he can trace it to, only a box and that doesn't seem to make much sense. But it falls silent sooner or later.
Looking around the room, he sees two women seated at the table too, not that he recognizes either of their faces.
"Who in the seven hells are you?"
WHAT: introductions and associated confusion
WHERE: second floor dining room
WHEN day 1, late morning
WARNINGS: Clegane has a mouth like a trucker, I'm sure other stuff will crop up too
Sandor wakes up with a start in a strange room with strange faces, sat in a chair at a table, a shout in his throat. He looks around with wary eyes, no trace of King's Landing, or what was left of it, in sight but something strung tight around his throat. It takes him a couple attempts to pull it off but he does eventually, throws the scrap of fabric onto the table with an irritated grumble. Nothing makes sense, which only succeeds in making him edgy, but when he moves to stand, there's no armor. No sword, only strange clothes made from strange fabric and a lingering feeling like all of this is Wrong.
He'd say it must be a dream, but it feels too real for that, and the only dreams he ever remembers are filled with fire. Everything's mixed up anyway.
The voice interrupts his ruminations, lays out everything, not that it's much. He can't find the source, although it's not for lack of trying, there's nobody else talking he can trace it to, only a box and that doesn't seem to make much sense. But it falls silent sooner or later.
Looking around the room, he sees two women seated at the table too, not that he recognizes either of their faces.
"Who in the seven hells are you?"
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"Well, if whoever is watching aren't the same people that put us here then they're in the same ship as us and we could work together." The optimism comes easy to Kaylee, despite the somewhat hard life she's lead both as a mechanic on a ship of smugglers as well as on the less than stellar planet that she was born on. She's always been like this - something both her Papa and Mal had always taken in stride, and even commented on (in a good way) from time to time.
It's thinking about the Captain that reminds Kaylee of what she wants to get back to - her family...and her Serenity. "Surely anybody else trapped here ain't intending on staying." Kaylee ventures, keeping back so that the other two can decide who is going where first - because she sure ain't. Ain't no power in the 'verse that would have her barreling headfirst into no room like that with just a candelabra no matter how much she's willing to work with and help out whoever else might be here.
She does, however, turn her attention to the blonde - tone curious. "After you get backup first, right?" The worry in her tone is easy - her companions don't seem terrified here so it's keeping Kaylee's own fear in check, but she's never been the kind of person that wants anybody to be unsafe. She likes people, so even if she doesn't know either of her companions...having backup - someone - to help with her revenge only seems best to her. That's what the captain would do, she figures, anyway.
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Kate looked over to Kaylee and shrugged casually. "Yeah, my family will be pissed that I'm gone. They're probably already looking for whoever did it." And that person was going to need an angel to save them. Though she doubts an angel would.
Turning her attention back to the door, she pushes it open forcefully, causing it to hit against the wall. Only it doesn't make a sound, because before them is an entire room that is just one giant padded cell.
"Well," she says, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. "That is a special level of distrubing."