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 Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 5:55 pm
It was good and time for a weekly turn about a neighborhood and stores, and with relish Haüyne had grabbed reusable, huge, blue IKEA bags and hit the pavement of Destiny City to see what looked useful and interesting in the clearance racks of one of the East End shopping districts. Tonight was Target! With the change over from summer to fall, the corrupted senshi was positive that there would be some nice stock of blankets and pillows, and clearance outdoor furniture which should hold up just fine in the Rift if anyone wanted it- or at least inject some much needed EXCITING COLOR into the generic crystal halls of the Dark Kingdom. Aisle by aisle by aisle provided the fruits of four three-wick candles, two wipe boards, 4 lumbar throw pillows, two chenille throws, two 36 packs of a rainbow of sharpie pens, and 16 of a new product from the lunch section called Ready Egg Go! that seemed perfect for quick mealing for any officer that liked eggs, nuts and cheese. And hard boiled! No immediate refrigeration compared to just ‘caves are naturally fifty-four degrees and you’re in a cave system-c**-castle’ sort of shindiggery. Rounding from the candles and towards the back left of the store to get a look at what hoodies there might be on offer meant a jog through general housewares and decoration. Storage solutions and multi-shoe closet racks on the left, mirrors and wall sconces on the right. Haüyne paused in front of each one to make a different funhouse-worthy face at the reflection there, until didn’t show anything at all. The surface was dim, not black but dingy and having nothing to do with reflecting the pink, flocked hangers on the display opposite. Or the Senshi in front of it. Or the dim, after-hours ceiling of the Target. Or the industrial tiled floor. Dim. Dark. Like it was a hole into another space, which was some sort of mostly unlit room with unseen edges and no furniture. The corrupt senshi paused longer, a hand going instinctively to one of the pillows in the bag. Slowly removed the pillow, like the mirror might be sentient and startle or disappear, then threw the pillow at it. “Hey! It WENT IN!” Not just bounced off and on the floor, or bonk the mirror over to break and 7 years bad luck nonsense. The pillow was there, on the dim ‘floor’ if floor it was, inside of the mirror. The whole area felt funny, fuzzy, crackling. Haüyne tried seeing if a hand could pass in and out, and there was a pulling, sickening snap, and flutter of bags. The senshi couldn’t see out of any mirror, back to any Target, when opening eyes. It was in the space. The pillow there by a boot where it had been tossed. Shopping bags still on wrists. “HEYYYYYYYYY, ANYBODY HERE? WHERE IS HERE? “
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 9:38 pm
The day had been long, which was not unusual for the ginger who worked tirelessly to balance her super-powered life while still maintaining the semblance of a normal, civilian life. Her day had been full of clients who looked to develop some of the poorer districts of the city that had been abandoned by either property owners who gave up on trying to repair damage wrought by the superpowered or who had gone bankrupt trying to keep things in tip-top shape.
Several had plans drawn up and follow-up appointments had been made and really, Fiona was grateful for the work but it meant another late night at the office and another rain-checked date night with her boyfriend.
The fact that their schedules never seemed to align usually didn't bother her but it was growing increasingly frustrating because she couldn't remember the last time they'd really been able to spend time together and she still had to patrol.
Okay, had was a strong word but Fiona did her best to keep up on things lest another incident like the power plant arise because she wasn't quick enough to react. So, once she was far away enough from her firm and her house she went from Fiona Watson to Super Sailor Denebola.
The night seemed to be going okay right up until she found a mirror propped up against a store front looking sorely out of place. Curiosity got the better of the super and she stepped closer, looking for any dark mirror that might have been carrying it around for transportation reasons but --
The moment she was only a few feet away, she was sucked in.
Unlike her sudden companion she stumbled forward, nearly crashing to her knees when she found herself in the swirling fog and poor lighting.
"What the--" She turned, the corrupt's voice echoing in her ears. "For the love of Cosmos, you again?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 6:48 pm
“Oh, there IS a somebody, Hotpants McKeyhole, how you doin’?” The corrupted lifted a Target bag with a wink and a cheek-click. “You weren’t at the store, so I’m …..gonna go out on a limb and say this party’s got lots of ins and not so obvious outs…? “ From this side, the place was resolving much differently in look. A different space, not so terribly dark, but Off and Other in the solidly Uncanny Valley way of looking like someplace no one really belonged. It was really, really tempting to want to fish up the pillow to just hold onto, like an anchor. “You, uh…..been to this venue before?” “I’mma come clean with ya. I have No Clue where this is. “ It’s not the Rift, anyway. Not any part I’ve ever seen. Uncomfortable like that, though. A door for youma gettin’ to the uplands? Mayyyybe, but I don’t think. That creeper-hall is the only way into the Rift.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 2:29 pm
Denebola had backed herself against a wall, arms firmly folded over her chest as she watched the corrupt from across their small, almost cramped, room. "My name is Denebola," she said as sternly as she could muster, eyeing him with skepticism.
While she could speculate that Hotpants McKeyhole was likely a compliment in whatever strange fashion her unwanted companion presented, she had a name and she would insist on that.
The target bag was given small notice as every part of the super senshi was on high alert, prepared to handle any sudden movements from the brunette. "No," she said more dryly than intended. "I wasn't at the store. I don't make a habit of going shopping dressed like this." Her sassiness was rearing it's ugly little head in the wake of their circumstances. "Nor do I make it a habit of getting swallowed by mirrors."
She wondered if she deserved it, for being curious.
"So no, I haven't and I don't know where we are."Ivynian I am unsure about how the machine presents so if the uniform lends to a different pronoun please let me know!
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2017 8:52 pm
“De Nebula, De galaxy, De universe, de natured, de constructed, de solution to de problemo, “ Riffing killed time, at least, among other things. Like most normal people’s sense of regard. White moon senshi to date hadn’t shown any penchant for thinking well of their enemies as it was, so Haüyne weighed it little point to worry compared to calming repetition and focusing. “And, I mean, ‘you can leave your hat on’ if that’s what gets you goin’ when you goin’ to de store. Different strokes for different folks. “ The pillow wasn’t melting or plane-clipping into the floor, so it didn’t seem they were in imminent danger of being subsumed further. “You know. “ “You might be onta somethin’ there. It was a mirror for me, too. This Mirror Senshi Bee Ess, maybe. Only we’re….neither of us. Mirror. Senshi. Letter half yes, former nay. Oh, lemme try somethin’—” A breath or so of concentration to try to teleport out of the blasted place met with nothing. It felt like being deep, deep underwater with pressure all over pushing back stronger than the pull to elsewhere, and a fat load of nothing happened. There wasn’t even the exhaustion of energy spent. It was like it couldn’t even be tried THAT far. The corrupted senshi blinked and looked over at the other, baffled, “I can’t ‘port out.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2017 11:57 am
She watched her companion with complete skepticism. Despite running into the corrupt for a second time, while thankfully not being tackled this go around, she had no further understanding of him than she did before. It was slightly infuriating, if she were honest.
"If I'm going to the store it's a planned trip that doesn't require all this extra fanfare." While others had more questionable outfits than the dragonfly senshi did, she still preferred to keep her mundane activities separate from the 'lively' ones. "But, who am I to judge your unorthodox shopping methods." She couldn't help but doubt the validity of his venture as a valid shopping trip.
Who carried their wallet when they were powered?
He was rambling and Denebola huffed, arms crossed over her chest as she set herself up to lean against a wall, mismatched eyes never leaving him in case he decided to get grabby with something she disapproved of, like her starseed, as he talked.
"What are you--" She had started to snap before he explained himself. "Shocking," she said, dryly. In return she pulled her phone from subspace and frowned when there was no signal. How could there be no signal? She went to space with it and it had one.
"Awesome. No intergalatic bars. Looks like you and I are stuck together. Wonderful."
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2017 12:41 pm
“Ha, who indeed!” But that’s mostly what moonies seem to be all about, wasn’t it. That eternal from before had been all judgey judge about how dare someone be expropriating supply, as though she had had some authority worthy to do so. And here was another senshi trying to pull any sort of authority. What a rube. Out of nowhere the other produced a phone, like that eternal had once been talking about. Phones to call something or somewhere, and might be like the communicators the Negaverse Cats has carefully pen-ified. If the phone and teleportation were both blocked, then there wasn’t much probability that the communicator would have any more luck. Haüyne clicked tongue once in mouth, and scuffed a boot against the floor experimentally to see if it left any mark, or what sort of sound it produced. It was hard to really say, other than Not Concrete, Not Asphalt. “Well, we could duke it out if you really want to be alone, or me to end up alone, but then whoever’s left get the joys of decomp to accompany their stay here instead? If….there’s ….enough bacteria here for that or like… I dunno.” Bags set down with a rustle, and Haüyne did pick up the pillow to hug in front of self. “Seems like a waste of energy at the moment, though. How about we have ourselves a little entente for our vacation here? You in? ”
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:04 pm
Denebola didn't understand much about the corrupt that stood across from her and keeping her feathers from being ruffled was growing increasingly difficult. So, she tried to focus on the things that she did understand, because it gave her a distraction.
One: They were stuck.
Two: Neither of them knew why and while Denebola could chalk up the corrupt's lack of knowledge up to poor communication among ranks, she felt certain that it was not the doing of the Negaverse.
(But she'd been proven wrong before.)
Three: She needed to keep her hotheadedness from getting the better of her in such circumstances.
"You're right," she admitted, with a careful inhale and exhale to help level herself. "I don't know if I would call this a vacation of any sorts, but fighting's not going to do us any good if we don't know what's going on." And, as long as he wasn't attacking her or someone she cared about wasn't in danger, she could talk.
Being hostile wasn't going to get her anywhere.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 7:50 pm
“BOOOOOO Yah. That’s the spirit for reals! Heads up and get ya comfy ON!” Execution flashed a devils’ horns and tongue out at the other senshi before launching the pillow over chest-pass style. “You know any games...I guess car games could work since it’s a kinda No s**t to Play With Situation. Like that game with the singing? One of us starts singing, using lyrics from any song, and then the other has to connect it up to another song and it continues until someone is stumped and the other person gets a point? “ “Like ‘I've been working on the railroad All the livelong day, I've been working on the railroad Just to pass the time away, Can't--’ And then you’d be all ‘can't get no, oh, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey That's what I say I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction 'Cause I try’ Right? Makes sense?“ “Or something else if you know another good one to spend the time. “ Nuxaz Maybe near a point to fade to black while they kill time until the event everything broke away and fell?
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2018 9:41 am
Getting tossed a pillow was unexpected, but Denebola's hands went up to catch it anyway. She toyed with the tag, listening to the fabric rustle while her companion spoke. His speech pattern was peculiar to her and she didn't know if she actually understood what he was suggesting.
"I'm not much of a singer," she replied, recognizing how flat she sounded and she sighed. "Yeah, okay. We can try that." Denebola didn't have any suggestions herself, so she wouldn't dissuade the one presented.
She could only hope that they weren't stuck wherever they were for too much longer. Still, she settled in to accept her fate and play whatever game was presented if it meant passing the time.
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