Phaedra Romani (stronger_than) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-09-18 08:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, jo harvelle, phaedra romani |
ship shape (open)
Phaedra knew it'd been full, bright day just a second ago. She remembered moving further back in the cave on the island because of it, in order to give anyone else who might want that shelter as wide a berth as possible before going dead when the sun rose. She remembered it clearly.
So now, when she woke up in a darkened room, the vampire sat stock still considering the change.
Her clothes were next to her, though she still wore the outfit she'd had on the island. All her dark blacks, and the daggers sat neatly on top. Her boots were next to the bed she was lying on. There was a small portal on the wall, and it was dark outside of it. To the left of that portal was a small, thick-looking curtain; it seemed to be a chunk of that material she used back at her apartment in Seattle to block sunlight.
There was a wardrobe on the far wall, and slowly Phaedra got up and went to it. It opened easily, and inside was the green dress she'd worn on that other planet. She'd known it was green, even though it appeared in black and white. She smirked at it.
Excellent, she thought. Now it can be shredded.
She changed back into her own clothing, listening to the sounds of the ship on the water and listening for the minds of the people aboard. Once she had a dagger happily on each hip, she went to the door of the cabin and opened it, stepping into the hallway.