Isadora Raleigh (poison_and_fire) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-09-04 21:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 09, isadora raleigh, regulus black |
RP: Fruitless Plans
Characters: Dora, Iridia, Regulus
Time/Date: Evening, September 4
Location: Outside
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Dora thinks, and finds flaws in her plans
Status: complete
Isadora had bumped into Jaime earlier, and discovered something about the girl she'd only guessed at before. The girl had the power to find things. Isadora was all set to ask her to find something very specific before she recalled that people with magic, powers, and mutations were stripped of them. So the girl couldn't well do that ... right now.
Which was a damn shame, because right now, while everything was so open, would have been a perfect time to plot against their captors. But then, what were the odds of them having observation devices past the line? Come to that, what were the odds? They expected everyone to remain on one side, didn't they? Would they expend the effort to lace the area with observation devices if they didn't intend for people to be on that side of things?
It was something worth considering, she thought. Maybe find the farthest point from the hotel and see if there was a strong likelihood of their being recorders of any sort. Places to mount them or hide them ... but if they could find a nice barren stretch ... it might be worth trying.
With little else to occupy her time, Isadora left the hotel after dinner. She'd gone down after most of the others had cleared out; Iridia was still uneasy about accidental touches, and there were people here that Dora thought might try to pet him. Fearless, small sorts that simply saw big kitty. It wasn't worth the headache to try to dodge them all, so she tried to avoid crowds. After eating some of the real food that was served in the kitchen, Dora made her way outside with Iridia.
Maybe it was just her, but it seemed like it was more active outside than inside. Maybe everyone was interested in watching to see who crossed where the line once was. They had at least one report of a successful crossing, and she was sure there were others who simply hadn't felt compelled to brag about it.
She wasn't going to brag.
Interested in moving far away from the hotel, Isadora started along toward the far end of the island. She wasn't going to trek the whole distance right now, but perhaps tomorrow she might. It was something to do, at any rate, and the farther from Observation Central she went, the better the odds were of not being observed. So instead, she walked roughly a mile or so past the mall, crossing where the line had been there to find the shoreline. While she was slightly nervous when she was near where the line had been, she crossed without hesitation. Anyone observing very closely might have noticed a tension to her shoulders and a stiffness to her spine, but she gave no other outward indication of her nervousness.
Once she and Iridia were safely past, however, she relaxed slightly as she made her way down to the water. She stood at the shore, listening to the lapping of the waves, and subtly scanning for any sort of observation devices - or places to hide them. She was very, very curious if they could find some privacy out here. Somewhere to plan. Somewhere to start sketching out a trap for their captors.