( i ) safehouse - modern solutions

⟪ if one is stolen from one’s purpose, sometimes it pays to let the little things be a distraction. this (or something akin to this) must have been melisandre’s thoughts. upon arrival, she had dug through the second-hand, threadbare garments free for the taking and had chosen a knitted shirt of an unfamiliar material that was of a truly violent shade of red, and the only skirt she could find. there were no proper stockings, so she went without.

now, barefoot, and pale, she’s found herself in the safehouse kitchen, apparently successfully distracted from the misery of her arrival: there’s a kettle made for cookery, and it works in a truly mysterious and fascinating manner. flick the switch at the side, and it brings the water to a boil, flick it again and, soon, the water ceases to boil.

… she does that about three or four times, seemingly without intention to let the electric kettle finish its job. ⟫

Fascinating.

⟪ then, catching the eye of someone who may (or may not) be a bit annoyed at the misuse of the kitchen equipment: ⟫

Pardon me, is there something you seek?

( ii ) safehouse – namesake

⟪ now, she’s been told they would be fitted with identification for this world – not in the shape of family trees and signed scrolls, but in some manner ungraspable and “digital”, tied to whatever mysterious magic has been planted into her brain upon arrival. agents of morningstar are there for this purpose, though there’s something that seems to gnaw on her.

obviously, she could lie. ‘melisandre’ may be her truth, but it was not the truth she had been born under so many years ago. but to lie convincingly, in a world of freshly unknown naming traditions, that is something else entirely. ⟫

To blend into this world shall not be so simple a thing. ⟪ there’s an odd accent to her words, but her red eyes sparkle with some amount of amusement. of all the problems she anticipated as soon as she awoke in this strange place, this was not one she expected. ⟫ I haven’t found myself in need of a family name most all my life.

( iii ) fight club

⟪ fighting for money, it seems, is a constant. it’s an odd thing to take comfort in, but with her god resolutely not answering, her visions gone, no fire forthcoming, odd comforts are better than none at all.

win or lose, here’s a strange, red-eyed woman offering you a drink after your most recent fight. ⟫

That looked well-practiced.

⟪ her head tilts lightly to the side, inquisitive, curious. ⟫

( wildcard )

hit me!!