scrapdraught | Ashlyn Banner

Midnight? When you fall asleep?

[It's the only time she's made reference to, so.]

I guess most kidnappings overlap in the broad strokes. How about the occult angle? Absentee captors, anything like that?

... Yeah.

[ anyway, ]

I... can't say there's no occult angle, but it doesn't match this place at all. And the rest was all even more different, so. [ she sighs and shakes her head, as if it would have been kind of a relief if it WAS connected. at least then she'd understand it better. ]

Did they gas you?

[Maybe she shouldn't push the kid. She can ease off in a second, let her tell her truths on her own terms. Still, there's so much unanswered here, and this is the only straw she's found to grasp at.]

Okay. I mean, it's a weird coincidence if there's no connection at all, but it's a big wide world out there.

How'd you get out?

Gas me? No. I got injected with something when they grabbed me, but...

[ looks at? her? ]

Well, I got brought here.

You got kidnapped from your kidnapping.

... Yeah.

[ haha! ]

What the fuck.

[GURL.]

Okay. Really enterprising cultists, these are. Good to know. How hard would it have been to get to where you were?

... Hard, I think. I don't know exactly where we are, but there's high security and multiple levels of it.

Some kind of experimental facility?

They called it a containment facility. But they do keep drawing my blood, so...

So they're studying something.

[Which is doubly disturbing, now that she knows how wild the universe can be. There's plenty of people who are outwardly supernatural here. What about hidden traits? Like kids in Stephen King books, moving shit wit their minds and starting fires?]