aleonhardt (aleonhardt) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2020-07-04 10:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, annastasia leonhardt, ~ernest hemingway 2 |
Again...? Really...?
Who: Annie and Hemingway
Where: A boat, just off the coast of the Island
What: Annie and Hemingway’s escape from quarantine
When: Day 1 of the Plot
Rating: TBD
Open: Unknown
Status: Closed
Annie blinked awake from her sleep and rolled onto her side, nuzzling her face into the pillow. As she ran her legs over the mattress beneath her she was glad she had selected the best fabrics from SunsetDesires for her bed clothes, her Arducci nightwear complemented it so well.
She sat bolt upright quickly, looking around and jumping out of the bed. How did she get to the underdeck of her private yacht? Instinctively, her thigh panel opened to jettison a firearm to her hand and she caught… nothing…
Frowning, she looked out of the porthole seeing that she was not on the planet of Static, where the yacht should be berthed, rather on the water nearby a strange island she did not recognise. This week just kept surprising her. She pulled on something a bit more modest from the nearby wardrobe, a flight suit, tied at her waist by its arms as she ventured from the master cabin into the saloon living space.
The saloon was a sizable area finished in a sleek black and gold faux marble finish. She made her way straight to the bar, oblivious to anything else in the room. She needed a stiff drink.