KNOCK KNOCK [ The woman is clearly a new arrival, dishevelled and dirty and naked, fresh from Pajak Wood. Her mascara is smudged and her eyes red like she's been crying, though there's no sign of it in her sweet friendly smile. She's rapping on the door (or doorway) of the first house she's found — one of the people who live outside the walls. ]
Hi there! Sorry to be a bother. Just wondering if I could use your phone real quick? I won't be a sec.
BLOOD FLU Oh, nuts.
[ Dot looks down at the blood coating her fingers, which she's certain means she just got her monthlies, and then up to check for anybody watching. When it becomes apparent she's not alone, though, she simply leans into it. ]
Timing, huh? Don't suppose you have a tissue on ya.
[ Friendly, ingratiating. There's red at the edges of her smile, where her arm is crossed over her bare chest for modesty there's a green mark peeking out of her cleavage that makes it clear why her bodily fluids are suddenly all bloody. ]
ASSIGNED DOMINANT [ By this point, Dot has shoes and clothes and has had a nice night's sleep in a bed, so her pleasant demeanor is a little less strained. Still, she's not happy about being away from her kid so long. She's doing her best to make everyone's aquaintance, get what information she can, and that includes being ushered into a line to hand in her chastity belt. ]
Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help with that. No, no, I just got here, I don't have anything like that.
A mark? Oh sure.
[ Once she's established as a Skala, the man hands her a leather wrist strap, and she takes it with a polite thank you. It's only when she sees someone else being given a collar that she knows to be relieved. ]
Actually, I just remembered, I do have somewhere else to be. Thank you so much. Can I just hand this right on back to you? No, I insist. That's right. There we go. Bye now.
NETWORK Nice weather here.
[ That's all, no follow up. Just a soft Minnesotan accent testing out using her mind to say stuff, since she's having to listen to everyone else's conversation. Dorothy doesn't really want to have a real conversation, and she sure doesn't want to talk about the nudity or the blood or the festival. ]
(( prose also loved. open to wildcards of fellow new arrivals in the forest; deciding to share a room together; chatting over breakfast or in the sauna; or any of the food prompts!
Dorothy Lyon • Fargo • Skala
[ The woman is clearly a new arrival, dishevelled and dirty and naked, fresh from Pajak Wood. Her mascara is smudged and her eyes red like she's been crying, though there's no sign of it in her sweet friendly smile. She's rapping on the door (or doorway) of the first house she's found — one of the people who live outside the walls. ]
Hi there! Sorry to be a bother. Just wondering if I could use your phone real quick? I won't be a sec.
BLOOD FLU
Oh, nuts.
[ Dot looks down at the blood coating her fingers, which she's certain means she just got her monthlies, and then up to check for anybody watching. When it becomes apparent she's not alone, though, she simply leans into it. ]
Timing, huh? Don't suppose you have a tissue on ya.
[ Friendly, ingratiating. There's red at the edges of her smile, where her arm is crossed over her bare chest for modesty there's a green mark peeking out of her cleavage that makes it clear why her bodily fluids are suddenly all bloody. ]
ASSIGNED DOMINANT
[ By this point, Dot has shoes and clothes and has had a nice night's sleep in a bed, so her pleasant demeanor is a little less strained. Still, she's not happy about being away from her kid so long. She's doing her best to make everyone's aquaintance, get what information she can, and that includes being ushered into a line to hand in her chastity belt. ]
Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help with that. No, no, I just got here, I don't have anything like that.
A mark? Oh sure.
[ Once she's established as a Skala, the man hands her a leather wrist strap, and she takes it with a polite thank you. It's only when she sees someone else being given a collar that she knows to be relieved. ]
Actually, I just remembered, I do have somewhere else to be. Thank you so much. Can I just hand this right on back to you? No, I insist. That's right. There we go. Bye now.
NETWORK
Nice weather here.
[ That's all, no follow up. Just a soft Minnesotan accent testing out using her mind to say stuff, since she's having to listen to everyone else's conversation. Dorothy doesn't really want to have a real conversation, and she sure doesn't want to talk about the nudity or the blood or the festival. ]
(( prose also loved. open to wildcards of fellow new arrivals in the forest; deciding to share a room together; chatting over breakfast or in the sauna; or any of the food prompts!
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