002 ⧗ video/action

[araneidal]

[ Natasha's sitting at a table with a stack of black rectangular objects about the size of a palm. She holds up one close to the camera. ]

These are emergency radios in case our network goes down. They come with an inbuilt tracker [ a small hiss ] and three different types of lockpicks, which work for every door in the mansion assuming they haven't been altered. The button here [ she turns it over to demonstrate ] is a torch. No battery needed.

[ She gives it a quick shake, and the torch shines on the table. ]

If you want one, I'll be in the dining room.

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[araneidal]

[ She gets to see what's in your room, Max, win-win. ]

Promise.

When would you like me to come?

[mypartnerintime]

Is ten minutes from now good? [She definitely needs time to clean up her room a bit first.] It's room 207.

Oh and I'm Max btw. :P

[araneidal]

I'm Natasha.

I'll be around in 15.

[mypartnerintime]

Oh and could you bring two of those radio things?

> action

[araneidal]

I will.

[ Sure enough, fifteen minutes on the dot later, there's a knock. ]

sorry about all the comment fail lol

[mypartnerintime]

[Having tidied up her room (not all that much really- she's pretty lazy) she opens the door slowly and greets the woman with a shy smile.]

Natasha, right? Hi.

np!

[araneidal]

Hello Max.

[ She waits for Max to step away implicitly inviting her in before entering, and takes in the room in one quick, cool glance. ]

Would you like me to start with the windows?

[mypartnerintime]

[The room is pretty typical for someone her age. The bed is fixed up, but there was obviously little effort put in. A small hi-fi stereo is playing music softly from on top of a desk. There's a TV on top of a small table, facing the bed, and next to it is a small couch with a guitar lying on it. The last desk in the room has a laptop, currently shut off, and a bunch of books piled on top.

The most unique thing about the room is the wall above the bed- dozens of small photos from her Polaroid camera are taped onto its surface. Paper lanterns attached to a thin wire hang across the wall, shining with a soft and warm glow, highlighting the pictures.]

Uhh, are the windows not okay? [Max really hopes making the windows secure won't ruin her view.]

so sorry, thought I'd already replied to this; feel free to drop if it's too old

[araneidal]

[ A teenager's room; Natasha's gaze skirts over the bed and settles on the photographs. ]

That'd be my first point of entry.

[ Her fingers brush lightly over the frame. ]

Where are you from, Max?

Nahh it's all good! :D

[mypartnerintime]

[Point of entry? It's the third floor!

Oh. Huh. Wow, Natasha must be some sort of solider or uber-techie or... one of those superhero types. The ones that seem to be all over but she hardly ever has the nerve to talk to.

...Like right now.] Uh. Oregon... Earth? [Is that the more important location? She stands aside and watches the older woman take in the room for a moment.] Seattle, for a while, but I like Oregon more.

[Thank god she cleaned up a bit before Natasha came in. Part of her is embarrassed that her photos are so visible, but... she doesn't want to cover up her photo wall!]