[IC] Lost in Dreams (Lucy)

[ericthered]

Lucy Silver dreamed of ... well, its kind of hard to describe them. Machines somewhere between a stage coach, a locomotive, and a spaceship, zipping around the place, glowing blue light coming from exposed glowing bars of metal that seem to be propelling the contrivances along and levitating them just above the ground-- or ocean. Other machines took to the skies properly, bulky and compact, but staying up.

The city she saw had something of an old-school feel, Victorian if anything. Despite flags that clearly showed this was new jersey, she swore she saw an abundance of those who carried themselves like some of of aristocracy, followed around by black servants.

Lucy woke up to a loud shout. Lots of men laughed in racus, noisy voices. Lucy was naked, lying on a wooden floor, and definately not at home. The floor wasn't even polished, but rough. Hopefully she didn't have any splinters in her yet. She was behind some sort of couch.

The noise died down, and a voice continued what seemed to be a long speech. "So, after Bruce kills the senator, its important for all of us to fade away. It'll be obvious that this was all planned. The shot will be fired at exactly 6:32, so keep your watches synced. We don't want anyone getting caught..."

[Grand Old Duke]

Lucy screams at first, the unfamiliar surroundings are a shock. She composes herself quite quickly but she's sure someone must have heard her. She quickly darts her eyes around the room, trying to see if she can find anything to cover herself or maybe a quick exit. Considering herself already discovered she doesn't see the harm in revealing herself, she peaks her head above the couch, using it to cover herself as best she can;

"Excuse me gents, any of you able to tell me where i am?"

[ericthered]

The room has one door, no windows, and is completely bare of any upholstery but the couch. There are 10 men in the room, all dressed for the time period of her dream. A few are dressed richer rather than poorer, but none are particularly bad, as far as she can tell...

several of the men swear, while others draw the guns held at their waist. Several look at the man dressed the nicest, who is completely perplexed and turning red.

One of the men, a large fellow with a nastily bent nose and two of his teeth missing, grins menacingly at her, and advances.
"Yes missy. You're in a lot of trouble."

Lucy has a very bad feeling about this.

[Grand Old Duke]

How close is the door? If she can get to it without passing through everyone she'll try to leave as quickly as possible, if not she'll try and keep as much distance as possible between herself and the man approaching her. She looks visibly more panicked now. She thinks to herself;

"What the hell did i do last night"

[ericthered]

The door is on the far side of the room.

As far as she can remember, last night was one of her more normal nights. She didn't do anything that would be considered crazy, not by anyones standards.

As she inches away from the advancing man, He grins wider.

One of the men with guns drawn interupts his advance. "Lets not make scene here. She knows she can't away. Miss, we're going to have to make sure you don't tell anyone one you don't heard. That can happen several ways. You can let us capture you nice and proper, and sit this thing out as comfortable as we can let you. Or you can let my acquaintance here wrestle you down, do who knows what to you, and eventually kill you, no doubt in some uncouth, bloody, prolonged and generally unpleasant way. Someone pull up a chair for her."

[Grand Old Duke]

She stops backing away and stands there looking rather embarrassed trying to cover herself. She sounds a little exasperated;

"Ok, I promise i won't try to run away for now, but could someone at least find me some clothes and explain what the hell is going on"

She'll stay where she is until someone brings her some clothes (if they do), and then sit down to talk to the men. If she gets a chance she'll explain the last thing she remembers is going to bed after closing up the bar last night and mention that they all seem to be a little oddly dressed.

[ericthered]

Host: "Why did you break into my property?"

The group has mixed responses to that. Most of them seem to thing she's confused.

Well Dressed #3: "We are in brookly--" he cuts off as one of the men elbow him.

Crooked Nose: "Your brother's in prison? which one?"

Steady Gun: "War with all the obvious people. If you don't know I don't care."

Lucy is begun to be tied up to the chair, by one of the men less well dressed.

Steady Gun: "She's either completely confused or playing stupid so we underestimate her. Lets get her out of the room."

Coat Giver: "I'll help take her out. I don't want one of you dumping her body in the river somewhere."

Crooked Nose: "Wonder how you'll handle things when its time for the killing to start."

Host: "His qualities are well known. He'll do his part."

The men talk a little more about what to do with her.

When she is finished being tied up a couple of men come forward to move the chair.

[Grand Old Duke]

Originally Posted by ericthered

Crooked Nose: "Your brother's in prison? which one?"

"No... Why would you think that?"

Originally Posted by ericthered

Steady Gun: "War with all the obvious people. If you don't know I don't care."

"All of them? Like China, Russia, Iran?"

As the men pick up the chair to take her out she remarks;

"God I need a drink"

[ericthered]

Crooked Nose: "You said you knew which cell he was in. Or is he some sort of catholic monk?"

No one quite knows what Iran is, and they give her funny looks at the thought any of those nations would get involved in a war with them.

She is carried to a dark room, and the man whose coat she is wearing gets a glass of water for her. She's not allowed to handle it with her own hands first though: she remains tied and he gently tips the water to her mouth.

[Grand Old Duke]

Originally Posted by ericthered

Crooked Nose: "You said you knew which cell he was in. Or is he some sort of catholic monk?"

"I meant he has a cell phone..."

She says it as if it was obvious.

Once she's in the room she gladly accepts the water;

"Thanks but something alcoholic would really help. You seem like a nice guy, could you maybe help me out and make sure these guys don't kill me?"