There were places breezes should be, and places breezes should be ONLY WHEN YOU WANT THEM THERE, and right now there was a breeze going places Jane didn't remember sharing when she laid down the night prior. Kind of a bummer, but there she was, naked, no partner, and no one moving nearby. Jane kept still on the cold, stone floor and waited. She's no stranger to waking up in unpleasant situations, but normally she can at least vaguely recall how she got there.
Normally there was someone around to gloat about it to.
Jane shifted and sat up, taking in the temple, getting a bead on where she was, and if there were doors. Her eyes swept over the ornate architecture, following the ceilings and pillars and finally landing on the clothes, not going unnoticed, but not exactly her first concern. Escape was absolutely her first concern, followed by someone watching her. Pinpricks of cold raised the hair on her arms as she swept up the ball of white fabric and sandals.
"When in Rome," she muttered, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation as she hurriedly wrapped the toga tightly around her chest and knotted it at the shoulder. "What? No pins?"
It's like they wanted it to fall off. Jane snorted, eyed the communicator they'd strapped to her wrist, and then laughed when the screen lit up. It wasn't hers. None of the things around her were. The most infuriating part?
She didn't have any choice but to go along with it.
Jane left the temple with her guard up and her pace sedate. Anyone who wanted to accost her could do so at any moment, and that's what she wanted. She wanted answers.
[Toga Party]
It was almost too easy to mingle when everyone around her seemed to be exhibiting the same level of curious excitement. She lingers by the drinks because loose lips tell the best stories, and also she needed a drink like you wouldn't believe. She sips slowly, and smiles as people walk past. If she let herself, she could almost believe this was normal, and not an attempt to pacify everyone into complicity...and goddamnit Spock, get out of her head. Jesus Fuck.
Jane Kirk | Star Trek AOS
There were places breezes should be, and places breezes should be ONLY WHEN YOU WANT THEM THERE, and right now there was a breeze going places Jane didn't remember sharing when she laid down the night prior. Kind of a bummer, but there she was, naked, no partner, and no one moving nearby. Jane kept still on the cold, stone floor and waited. She's no stranger to waking up in unpleasant situations, but normally she can at least vaguely recall how she got there.
Normally there was someone around to gloat about it to.
Jane shifted and sat up, taking in the temple, getting a bead on where she was, and if there were doors. Her eyes swept over the ornate architecture, following the ceilings and pillars and finally landing on the clothes, not going unnoticed, but not exactly her first concern. Escape was absolutely her first concern, followed by someone watching her. Pinpricks of cold raised the hair on her arms as she swept up the ball of white fabric and sandals.
"When in Rome," she muttered, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation as she hurriedly wrapped the toga tightly around her chest and knotted it at the shoulder. "What? No pins?"
It's like they wanted it to fall off. Jane snorted, eyed the communicator they'd strapped to her wrist, and then laughed when the screen lit up. It wasn't hers. None of the things around her were. The most infuriating part?
She didn't have any choice but to go along with it.
Jane left the temple with her guard up and her pace sedate. Anyone who wanted to accost her could do so at any moment, and that's what she wanted. She wanted answers.
[Toga Party]
It was almost too easy to mingle when everyone around her seemed to be exhibiting the same level of curious excitement. She lingers by the drinks because loose lips tell the best stories, and also she needed a drink like you wouldn't believe. She sips slowly, and smiles as people walk past. If she let herself, she could almost believe this was normal, and not an attempt to pacify everyone into complicity...and goddamnit Spock, get out of her head. Jesus Fuck.
She shakes her head and takes another bigger sip.