gwenzelle: (bx7)
ɢᴡᴇɴ ❝ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ-ᴡɪsᴇ ʜᴇʀᴄᴜʟᴇs ❞ sᴛᴀᴄʏ ([personal profile] gwenzelle) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes 2021-06-16 04:32 pm (UTC)

escort!!

[ when gwen gets the notification on her phone that she needs to stick around after orientation ends because she'll be responsible for escorting one of the new submissives to their new home ( new... shitty public housing dorm, ugh ), she's not exactly annoyed, but she's definitely giving her phone a long sigh as she presses 'c' to confirm that she got the request. well, instruction. demand. right, right, right.

it's not that she's reluctant to help people here, she's actually more than happy to in most cases, but... it's complicated, right? day one in his city for anyone is complicated. it doesn't get any easier trying to explain how things work around here, how fucked up and degrading and embarrassing and overwhelming it can get at times, so yeah. she's taking a second to mentally prepare for the awkward conversation she's just been signed up for. and it doesn't help that usually when the city reps go out of their way to randomly pair a dominant with a submissive, there's a good chance they plan on making it more complicated and embarrassing than it already is.

so.

yeah, when she gets another text with a fucking advert for the $50 fuck-your-new-friend offer? she's not really shocked by that either. just... somehow even more ruffled than she was a second ago.

anyway, despite all that, she isn't stalling to meet her buddy at the pinned location that got sent her way, not wanting to make anyone wait on her. she even manages to put on a mildly friendly expression once she's making her way towards the small crowd of people waiting around, nodding politely whenever someone looks her way.

she's not sure when she got this last notification, but all that mental and emotional preparing she just did gets aggressively chucked out the window when she opens it to find a photo with a name attached, showing her who she should be looking for, now that she's in the right location.

she feels..... fuzzy. her brain feels fuzzy.

and the only thing that manages to push through the loud "UHHHHHHHHHH???" reverbing through her head as venom also tries to comprehend what gwen's seeing, is that very specific cat noise coming from the small menace just a few feet away from here. the cat seems to recognize her, which kinda helps? it makes her feel less like she's being set up for some horrible mind-fuck put together by the city, at least. it's also a small relief because she's suddenly very aware of the fact that it's been two years since the last time she saw this particular cat, and two years since she last saw the man that's finally looking up at her. she probably does look a little older, and her hair is definitely longer and her shorts are definitely shorter, and five seconds ago she was carrying herself with more seemingly inherent confidence than she could ever scrape together back then. but now she's looking just as stupefied as the rest of the newbies standing nearby.
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--Sup?

[ christ. why is she like this? why is she STILL like this? ]

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