[Something is wrong. Nancy knows that the moment she opens her eyes. The dream comes back to her quickly, and before that... She shakes her head, trying to clear it all out as she sits up.
She is both alone and not alone, she realizes. This bed... Oh, if it isn't the most comfortable thing she's ever been on! But this world is so strange. There's a second bed (a second bed!) and someone's in it. A quick peak at the form tells her it's not Bill.
Probably for the best, she thinks.
She spends the next few minutes exploring the room, not even noticing the note on the bedside table. What gets her attention is the strange box with dials. Gingerly, she creeps over to the gray mirror- and she looks awful, she'll be the first to admit it, bruised cheekbone, swelling eye, cut lip- and presses the ON button.
The TV lights up and she screeches, scrambling backward. Sorry about the wakeup.] What in god's name is that thing!
mallrats
[It's just like the market, she's been told. Just bigger. Stores stacked upon stores and indoors. What makes it stranger is the money she's been given. A little strange card she's told is worth $100. If a dollar is anything like a pound, she's bloody fucking rich is what she is! Who just gives out money?
She wants to immediately spend it all. Buy herself some new clothes that look a bit more like what everyone here seems to be wearing, instead of a bloody corset. She likes the trousers women are wearing freely, now. Maybe she'd buy some. Or- or even better yet, find out what smells so deliciously of cinnamon and dough.
She approaches someone chowing down on what looks to be the most beautiful food she's ever seen in her life.] Excuse me, what is that? [She points at the food]
Nancy Sikes | Oliver Twist
[Something is wrong. Nancy knows that the moment she opens her eyes. The dream comes back to her quickly, and before that... She shakes her head, trying to clear it all out as she sits up.
She is both alone and not alone, she realizes. This bed... Oh, if it isn't the most comfortable thing she's ever been on! But this world is so strange. There's a second bed (a second bed!) and someone's in it. A quick peak at the form tells her it's not Bill.
Probably for the best, she thinks.
She spends the next few minutes exploring the room, not even noticing the note on the bedside table. What gets her attention is the strange box with dials. Gingerly, she creeps over to the gray mirror- and she looks awful, she'll be the first to admit it, bruised cheekbone, swelling eye, cut lip- and presses the ON button.
The TV lights up and she screeches, scrambling backward. Sorry about the wakeup.] What in god's name is that thing!
mallrats
[It's just like the market, she's been told. Just bigger. Stores stacked upon stores and indoors. What makes it stranger is the money she's been given. A little strange card she's told is worth $100. If a dollar is anything like a pound, she's bloody fucking rich is what she is! Who just gives out money?
She wants to immediately spend it all. Buy herself some new clothes that look a bit more like what everyone here seems to be wearing, instead of a bloody corset. She likes the trousers women are wearing freely, now. Maybe she'd buy some. Or- or even better yet, find out what smells so deliciously of cinnamon and dough.
She approaches someone chowing down on what looks to be the most beautiful food she's ever seen in her life.] Excuse me, what is that? [She points at the food]
wildcard.
or do your own thing.