𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪 (alianovna) wrote in thespotrpg, @ 2020-05-03 23:40:00 |
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Current mood: | everybody, anybody! |
Current music: | the immaculate collection |
Entry tags: | natasha romanoff |
It was not the first, nor would it be the last time that Natasha found herself spirited off into some new direction without any say in the matter at all. She woke up in a ..comically decorated, spacious living space. The smell of salt water wafting in lazy through the cracked window to wake her, along with a bright, golden sun. This was not the end of the world. This was not New York, it wasn't Madripoor, hell it wasn't even the Moon. Now, could it be an elaborate scheme where her body was floating in a tube with implanted memories? Of course it could. Her brow wrinkled a bit as she shifted in the soft bedding, if it was that though, she was going to have to wake up and check some things out.
She rummaged through the odd closet, she re-made the bed... sorta. Nothing was in place, nothing was really out of place either, and while the perfect exterior was giving more credence to her original sleep-warmed thoughts, Natasha just.. there were so many things to worry about, a clean house where she could get a shower and turn the music on? Because oh yes, yes she found the sound system, sounded like a fine way to start. The world around her seemed to at least be clued in to the finer points of popular music, Natasha made quick work of finding a suitable replacement for Spotify, hit shuffle and turned the volume up to the point that if she had any neighbors, they might get an ear worm - or start pounding on the walls. She would see what would happen, eventually.
The music bumped and thumped happily along while she futzed with the knobs, setting up for a scalding shower. The steam started to fill up the little room while the song changed, it'd been shuffling through Madonna's best of circa 1998. The violins hit the air and the slow snaps paired with the thump of a heart on the dance floor, it was time to Vogue, of course. Having found what seemed to be a complimentary nondescript bottle of soap that smelled ..sorta like milk and honey, sorta like hotel soap. She was just happy it was there. The water seared and splashed against her skin, and Natasha couldn't have been happier. The imagined dirt was all disappearing along with a nice foam and bubble from the soap and the music was, well it wasn't a distraction, but it was happy. Loud and clear as a bell, she began singing along with the song change. You know that we are living in a Material World, and I am a Material girl ah, ah!
Unfortunately the shampoo/conditioner combo did not want to do the same favors that her hair was used to, so as the music changed and the water stopped, Natasha's hair was back to it's gnarled and curled usual. The straightening had died quietly and without a fight, which she realized as the towel was being wrung through it. She'd gotten re-dressed and drew a large smilie face in the steam on the mirror. If someone was watching, keeping tabs, the least she could do was alert them to the fact that she enjoyed the shower.
Flinging herself onto the nearby sofa, she pulled at the ..complimentary... laptop and started searching over where the hell 'here' was. Idyllic, crisp and blue with rolling waves that simmered gently when the tied pulled in. The sun seemed to be bigger and clearer, the air was clean. There weren't any hits for aliens, super-beings, mutants or thinly veiled excuses for nazi gatherings. ..she was not home. Alright, she'd been 'not home' before, she'd always gotten back one way or another. Her left hand combed through some of the still-damp curls while scanning the room for whatever might have been out of place. There was nothing. It was spotless without anything incriminating, at least on surface level.
Or, that's what she thought until there was pause for the notifications that kept buzzing, an account that knew her name, had specifics. Had things - well, it had money and a pin. Now, the question of the moment was did she trust the bank or did she find the address, take all the money out and stuff it somewhere else.