[ Blue collects her items when her name is called and waits patiently for the question and answer portion of this entire introduction to arrive — surely she’ll be able to ask ‘what the hell is a pocket dimension?’, ‘how the hell do we get out?’, and ‘why the hell are we here?’— only to be met with a closed information desk window and not a single utterance of ‘Any questions?’.
(At least the cookies were good. Delicious, in fact. It somehow tasted like Fox Way -- like smudging sage, brewing tea, well-worn tarot card, strange and confident women, and magic. ) ]
This seems weird…
[ Thinking out loud, she peeks into her welcome packet, unsure of how she feels just taking both free money and free housing from someone — or something? — she didn’t even know. She’s not even a fan of having her friends pay for lunch on the best of days, accepting an entire house? Call it too much pride, call it paranoia. Blue’s got both right now. ]
What’s the catch of all this?
[ Because there surely has to be one. ]
help wanted? ( Boardwalk | OTA )
She’d settled in. Well, she’d settled in as best as she could with the resources she’d been given. She’d spent a good portion of her initial stipend stocking her fridge and making the space feel more her own — which included filling as many spaces as she could with various plants, DIY decorations, and as many knick-knacks that reminded her of her real home as she could find.
(Like the cheesy crystal ball sitting on a small table by the window.)
Unfortunately, all that interior decorating had left Blue on the search for some quick cash. Something to get her by until she found a real source of income. It seemed like she was going to be here a while and that meant she would have to get a job. All in good time.
For now, Blue taped brightly colored, and clearly handmade, flyers on every light pole and flat surface that will allow for it. In a large and bubbly script, each one read: Art lessons! Dog walking! Pet sitting! Errand running! House cleaning! Interior design! There’s no job too big or too small for Blue Sargent! Pricing negotiable, call for rates!. The bottom half of the paper had been cut into small strips, each one containing Blue’s name and phone number.
maybe the matirx? ( closed to Adam )
Of all the options that they’d listed so far, being part of an experiment was the one that frightened Blue the most — it sounded the most sinister and made the entire place feel shrouded in even more mystery. She could just imagine people in lab coats watching their every move, taking notes, and tweaking things to…
To what?
The unknown of it all brought back that crushing weight to the center of Blue’s chest. She inhaled slowly, releasing the air in a slightly shaky exhale a few moments after. “I don’t know.” She shrugged and mentally reminded herself that these were all possibilities, not facts. Everything could have a perfectly pleasant explanation for all they knew.
(Blue sincerely hoped so.)
“It’s just too….” She paused, pursing her lips together as she searched her mind for the perfect description. “Idyllic."
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[ Not vibing with these? Give me something else and we’ll run with it :) Feel free to use whatever style is most comfortable for you, I can accommodate. If you’d like a specific starter, hmu at cabeswater and we can plot something out! ]
Blue Sargent ( TRC )
[ Blue collects her items when her name is called and waits patiently for the question and answer portion of this entire introduction to arrive — surely she’ll be able to ask ‘what the hell is a pocket dimension?’, ‘how the hell do we get out?’, and ‘why the hell are we here?’— only to be met with a closed information desk window and not a single utterance of ‘Any questions?’.
(At least the cookies were good. Delicious, in fact. It somehow tasted like Fox Way -- like smudging sage, brewing tea, well-worn tarot card, strange and confident women, and magic. ) ]
This seems weird…
[ Thinking out loud, she peeks into her welcome packet, unsure of how she feels just taking both free money and free housing from someone — or something? — she didn’t even know. She’s not even a fan of having her friends pay for lunch on the best of days, accepting an entire house? Call it too much pride, call it paranoia. Blue’s got both right now. ]
What’s the catch of all this?
[ Because there surely has to be one. ]
help wanted? ( Boardwalk | OTA )
She’d settled in. Well, she’d settled in as best as she could with the resources she’d been given. She’d spent a good portion of her initial stipend stocking her fridge and making the space feel more her own — which included filling as many spaces as she could with various plants, DIY decorations, and as many knick-knacks that reminded her of her real home as she could find.
(Like the cheesy crystal ball sitting on a small table by the window.)
Unfortunately, all that interior decorating had left Blue on the search for some quick cash. Something to get her by until she found a real source of income. It seemed like she was going to be here a while and that meant she would have to get a job. All in good time.
For now, Blue taped brightly colored, and clearly handmade, flyers on every light pole and flat surface that will allow for it. In a large and bubbly script, each one read: Art lessons! Dog walking! Pet sitting! Errand running! House cleaning! Interior design! There’s no job too big or too small for Blue Sargent! Pricing negotiable, call for rates!. The bottom half of the paper had been cut into small strips, each one containing Blue’s name and phone number.
maybe the matirx? ( closed to Adam )
Of all the options that they’d listed so far, being part of an experiment was the one that frightened Blue the most — it sounded the most sinister and made the entire place feel shrouded in even more mystery. She could just imagine people in lab coats watching their every move, taking notes, and tweaking things to…
To what?
The unknown of it all brought back that crushing weight to the center of Blue’s chest. She inhaled slowly, releasing the air in a slightly shaky exhale a few moments after. “I don’t know.” She shrugged and mentally reminded herself that these were all possibilities, not facts. Everything could have a perfectly pleasant explanation for all they knew.
(Blue sincerely hoped so.)
“It’s just too….” She paused, pursing her lips together as she searched her mind for the perfect description. “Idyllic."
wildcard
[ Not vibing with these? Give me something else and we’ll run with it :) Feel free to use whatever style is most comfortable for you, I can accommodate. If you’d like a specific starter, hmu at