(Pyper) It's all rainbows and Unicorns in the Caverns!

[Nevaeh]

::Night one of Slavery::

It hadn't been her attempt to win the auction, only drive up the bids until her friend was going for enough money but people didn't really know Pyper and how wonderful the girl was. And too few were ever willing to break or breech their inner circle to find new people and just randomly meet them. That was kind of a sad little fact of the town but Neva was always willing to meet people, hang out in one form of another if people could put up with her excited little outburst and naive sensibilities.

She called Pyper down to the caverns, leaving a message on her voice mail to hurry hurry hurry!!! She had a fun night in store for them. A night of fending off the beast, with Neva's imagination in full gear the workers were going to become monsters and finding the treasures in the cavern. The treasures were obviously the gem stones wedge in the walls and floors of the place. They stuck out like store thumbs when you were wondering around. So in Neva's mind this cavern just became a mystical place from a far away enchanted land. There were dragons you had to sneak around (Shamans) and evil beings all around. Neva was going to show Pyper, on her first night of slavery, just how her imagination came to life!

First, she checked her weaponry. It couldn't be anything modern, not for a medieval festivity. She ditched the gun back at her apartment, it wasn't like she was going to need it anyway. She held in her hand the sword of doom, no.. that was lame.. the sword of blood. That was even lamer! She about stomped her foot in a huff thinking hard about what to name her sword tonight. Well, duh the most obvious one was right there. The Dragon Slayer! She'd almost.... almost missed it! Alright with her sword named, she was ready for Pyper. It was time to slip the mock chain mail she made for them over her head and really be prepared.

This was Neva's imagination and how she seen most everyone. Of course Micah was the king and Velveteen his queen, Emmy was her knight in shining armor trying to win the princess Neva's hand in favor from the king. Although for the most part, Neva had a strong hold of reality it sometimes slipped. Tonight she was going to let it slip away and they, Pyper and Nevaeh be magically transformed into Princesses in her mind. They had to fight their way back to the city and escape the evil king holding them hostage down in the caverns by the magical mystic beings (lessers).

She sat on a rock, looking at the cavern where all the people roamed around. This was going to be fun and exciting. Of course if it didn't go as she thought it would, there was always the good old fall back plan. Run Away! Or just teleport them both out. But that was better to be left unsaid for now.

[Pyper]

This night had a routine. Finding a routine washed her with a sense of purpose no matter how small the task appeared to be. For the mentally feeble, routines restored something in their broken lives and delivered a level of normalcy that they otherwise lacked. Pyper Altaire had already begun to blow through her unwritten to do list hours before her phone lit up with a missed call. It was the alarm that initially broke the tunnel vision scope of focus targeting the project strewn across her butcher's block.

It had taken the longest to collect for. Her body absorbed blow after blow, the memories were clear even if the physical blemishes had long since healed. As if they had never been there at all. Her hand touched over the neck, gingerly petting over the ridges. All it needed was strings and a finish to coat over it. Preservation was important in art as it was to the human psyche; for the Altaire's brittle member, they have been coinciding. To see her diligence yield results meant to her that the active and higher functioning parts of her brain had the ability to outdo themselves. That they could improvise; that they could evolve. That was all that every individual possessed now. Evolution.

The spotlight cast from the opposite end of the room, west of the computer station. It shone like some technological beacon, snatching attention with its processed light. The artificial glows provokes a reflection of the upkeep on The Ward's electrical wiring. Bulbs winked and exacerbated the conditions amongst some of the other patients. It made them anxious, prone to unpredictable physical fits. The Girl Mercy Me, endured painstaking hours counting the number of times the illuminate ceiling panels flickered and teased the edges of the shadows. A woman always screamed that the darkness was coverage for the Devil. Lucretia waived the recommended amount of sleep in order to look through the half inch gap underneath the door. Every night passed, and there had been no blackened hooves of charred human anguish. No divine split that disturbed the stagnant air recycled through three dozen pairs of lungs on this floor alone. Maybe there wasn't such a thing as the Devil.

The screen showed two icons. One to depict when there had been a missed call. Then one for the voice mail alert. She cleared the missed call, checking over the name and the number. Nevaeh's voice had been excitable, and the urgency in which she had insisted on her being present could have only alluded to one thing. Her committal to the auctions. It had not been that she was interested in the amount to her name. Curiosity after being unintentionally notified of Eli's entry had implanted an allurement that wouldn't adhere to be satiated by any other means than being experienced first hand.

The directions were clear enough once she resurfaced in Wickbridge from the sewer grate she wedged from its concave hold. Per Phoenix's suggestion, her attire included a lot of one pieces for social situations. The cloth may have been pilfered from a flimsy, thin apron belonging to a sixties housewife. The base color was a washed out sea green and it's complimenting trimming was an intricacy of peach lace. A saleswoman picked out stockings the last visit to a clothing store. Most of them had wide spaces in the design now and plenty of holes. These ones had not been spared from her activities. They were black to couple with her moccasins. Pyper didn't know whether the selected adornment on her person would be appropriate for whatever Nevaeh had in mind for them.

Twenty minutes encroached on half an hour prior to her arrival to the location described to her. Where was Nevaeh? Her palm scaled the dirt innards of the tunnel, the sediments falling away like unnecessary crumbs, the miniature balls of earth speckled the floor bed. Was she here? There was hollowed echo of movement in the lower bowels. A meek voice carried down, swallowed by the void. "Nevaeh. I, received. Your message. Are you, here?" Her footsteps crunched, and the cavern's maw hung open, inviting the blond down its passageway.