agent elizabeth keen (agentlizkeen) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-10-17 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *joan, elizabeth keen |
17 Oct: Elizabeth and OPEN
Elizabeth had been certain she was kidnapped when she opened her eyes. Granted, her experience with abduction had landed her in less comfortable places, but the fact remained that she was somewhere she didn’t recognize, nor had any memory of getting to. The hologram that greeted her once she started moving around the room only backed up her theory that she’d been drugged. Heavily. The devil was in the details of the message. Being recruited into a fight that was bigger than her was nothing new, but a war to save creativity, in Atlantis. She had to mishearing, or still coming off of whatever she’d been slipped. No matter how many times the hologram played, the message was still the same. All the information on the device supported it. She’d asked her questions, and though most of them only had more confusing answers, one thing was clear: she was stuck here for the next week. After that, she could go home. To be in Atlantis, a place she had only heard about in stories of fantasy, everything looked surprisingly normal. Leaving the bedroom, the apartment, the common room: she kept expecting to see something unimaginable. All her surroundings were sleeker, more innovative than anything she knew, but not so far removed from the familiar that it left her speechless. She almost wish it all had looked like something out of a dream; maybe then it would be easier to convince herself that her mind hadn’t snapped and created a new reality. Considering all the stress she’d been under lately, a mental break would be easier to swallow than being transported to a new world to help fight a war. She needed a stiff drink. Whether it was a shot of whiskey or a coffee as big as her head, she wasn’t sure. When Elizabeth entered the lobby of her tower and landed eyes on a coffee cart, she decided it was probably better to keep a level head until she got a better bearing of this place. It was only after she stepped up and ordered a long macchiato that she realized she had no way of paying. Her wallet had not been laid out with the rest of her things. “You wouldn’t happen to offer credit? I, um, just woke up here.” The barista asked for the tablet that had greeted her. Confused, she handed over the device and watched as they scanned something on it to pay for her drink. Apparently, dealing with newcomers was old hat. She was given her tablet back and her coffee in short order. Her objective now was to study everything she could on the device she’d been given. She found a seat nearby, settling herself in. With furrowed brows, she went to work. |