Arriving at the hotel, it was the first time Mary had used a carriage in a long while. The sharp reminder of the West End and living like a lady was a welcome one, helping to put her in a good mood for a largely unknown place and a clearly unsettling one. Perhaps it was because of how remote it seemed or it might have been something else. She was always receptive to something not being quite right, whether of her own making or genuine danger.
Still, she wasn't even perturbed when she found out that the hotel was overbooked and she would need to share a room with someone. What did she care? At least her bed wasn't going to have a corpse in it and there weren't 12 people to a room. Already it seemed more luxurious than Whitechapel.
She didn't spend long in her room, instead going to the shop she had seen others frequenting. Curious, and ignoring the sense that reminded her of how these debts were expected to be paid, she went ahead and charged some things to the room. In the lobby, she sorted what she had, pulling up her skirts over her knee so she could stick a knife in her boot. She wasn't about to be a victim here, whether it was dangerous or not.
Having monopolized one of the chairs for readying herself, she noticed someone watching and likely waiting. "Did you want to sit here?"
II. Exploring
It wasn't that the hotel was lacking in anything. It was luxurious and comfortable, the sort of place she would want to frequent, especially during her better years in the West End. But Mary had never been someone who enjoyed being idle or preferred to sit around her room. She wanted to walk, to explore and see what was beyond this place.
There was talk of a tree, one that seemed to appear and disappear at random. She had seen it in her peripheral, but didn't pursue the matter. What interested her was reaching the town that was supposedly nearby. Yet each time she managed to pass the perimeter, she found herself back on the path towards the hotel. By the third or fourth go round, she was getting frustrated and quite unnerved. What sort of place was capable of that?
Eventually, tired of being transported, she finally sat down beside the path, trying to wrap her head around this. "Why are they keeping us here through magic?" It wasn't the magic that disturbed her, oddly, it was the intent.
III. Blood Sport (Laser Tag)
Guns weren't something she handled often. Certainly in play with some of her more well to do clients, but she'd never fired one and didn't have the luxury to own one. The game, as explained to her, was largely ridiculous. After having come from a scene of carnage and murder, where women were literally hunted on the streets, playing a game with those elements didn't sit well in her stomach. There didn't seem to be that much of a choice, so she would have to make do and survive as she always had. Keep her head down and hide.
She moved about stealthily, having a few near misses when someone crossed her path, only managing to avoid actual fire fight by ducking out of sight. What she needed was a place to hide with her back to a wall. It took some time to find something. An out of the way corner not many people seemed to pass or were interested in. Perhaps because it was so small and out of the way. Regardless, it would do for now.
Settling in, she listened for approaching steps or the feeling of a threat nearby. If she had to, she'd wait it out here. At least until this ridiculous game was done.
IV. Wildcard
[OOC: Feel free to craft your own adventure or just hit me with a random scene. I'm open to anything.]
OTA
Arriving at the hotel, it was the first time Mary had used a carriage in a long while. The sharp reminder of the West End and living like a lady was a welcome one, helping to put her in a good mood for a largely unknown place and a clearly unsettling one. Perhaps it was because of how remote it seemed or it might have been something else. She was always receptive to something not being quite right, whether of her own making or genuine danger.
Still, she wasn't even perturbed when she found out that the hotel was overbooked and she would need to share a room with someone. What did she care? At least her bed wasn't going to have a corpse in it and there weren't 12 people to a room. Already it seemed more luxurious than Whitechapel.
She didn't spend long in her room, instead going to the shop she had seen others frequenting. Curious, and ignoring the sense that reminded her of how these debts were expected to be paid, she went ahead and charged some things to the room. In the lobby, she sorted what she had, pulling up her skirts over her knee so she could stick a knife in her boot. She wasn't about to be a victim here, whether it was dangerous or not.
Having monopolized one of the chairs for readying herself, she noticed someone watching and likely waiting. "Did you want to sit here?"
II. Exploring
It wasn't that the hotel was lacking in anything. It was luxurious and comfortable, the sort of place she would want to frequent, especially during her better years in the West End. But Mary had never been someone who enjoyed being idle or preferred to sit around her room. She wanted to walk, to explore and see what was beyond this place.
There was talk of a tree, one that seemed to appear and disappear at random. She had seen it in her peripheral, but didn't pursue the matter. What interested her was reaching the town that was supposedly nearby. Yet each time she managed to pass the perimeter, she found herself back on the path towards the hotel. By the third or fourth go round, she was getting frustrated and quite unnerved. What sort of place was capable of that?
Eventually, tired of being transported, she finally sat down beside the path, trying to wrap her head around this. "Why are they keeping us here through magic?" It wasn't the magic that disturbed her, oddly, it was the intent.
III. Blood Sport (Laser Tag)
Guns weren't something she handled often. Certainly in play with some of her more well to do clients, but she'd never fired one and didn't have the luxury to own one. The game, as explained to her, was largely ridiculous. After having come from a scene of carnage and murder, where women were literally hunted on the streets, playing a game with those elements didn't sit well in her stomach. There didn't seem to be that much of a choice, so she would have to make do and survive as she always had. Keep her head down and hide.
She moved about stealthily, having a few near misses when someone crossed her path, only managing to avoid actual fire fight by ducking out of sight. What she needed was a place to hide with her back to a wall. It took some time to find something. An out of the way corner not many people seemed to pass or were interested in. Perhaps because it was so small and out of the way. Regardless, it would do for now.
Settling in, she listened for approaching steps or the feeling of a threat nearby. If she had to, she'd wait it out here. At least until this ridiculous game was done.
IV. Wildcard
[OOC: Feel free to craft your own adventure or just hit me with a random scene. I'm open to anything.]