[Alright. WELL. That sure was a fucking thing that happened. Winnie can... Sort of understand what's happened but not... Not really. She understands all that they're saying, to a point, but she doesn't quite understand why. Like. Why her? She had things to do, dammit!
She stands to the side, hands folded in front of her. She's wearing a full Victorian-style dress, all prim and proper, and she watches. She watches the people milling about, the new arrivals and old hats alike, and looks perfectly pleasant and nice!
...Except, every once in a while, there's strange... flatness to her eyes. They grow dead and cold, their gaze more like some detached scientist watching the scurrying of insects they're studying. A vague sort of interest, but ultimately one could be crushed and she'd just be like, vaguely disappointed before moving on.
But then the light is back as quickly as it came. maybe you just imagined it?
Either way, Winnie begins to muse aloud, tapping at her chin thoughtfully. When she speaks, she has a clearly British accent]
You know, I dare say I've never had to deal with a situation quite like this, nor has it really been talked about in any of the stories I've read. I mean, sure, kidnappings that's common! There's a protocol! But this seems a bit beyond just a normal kidnapping.
It seems a little late to start crying. Perhaps I should faint? That would be an appropriate response, no? [She looks down at the floor and then the surrounding area with a long, thoughtful "hmmm" noise, as if seriously considering it before looking up to whoever the poor soul is who's been overhearing her] I don't suppose you see a nice fainting couch around, do you? I don't particularly want to fall on the floor, you see. My dress might get dirty and I quite like this dress.
[Is she serious?? Who knows, but are YOU going to take that risk?]
[Lies Travel in Company]
[Despite being new, despite going through the Orientation and learning about the strange, horrible new world they've been thrust into, Winnie looks like she's dealing with it remarkably well, all things considered. Her smile is bright and cheery, she practically has a bounce in her step as she flits from place to place, pressing her face against the windows to see out at the passing scenery.]
My word, isn't this marvelous? Everything is so-- Futuristic! [She grins and looks around, taking note of the more blatantly obvious displays of Submissive/Dominant behaviors and she laughs in delight] And no shame whatsoever!
My, my, what a strange little place we've been kidnapped to! But it's exciting, isn't it? That's always fun!
[End in the Discord]
[Well, Winnie's always up for balancing the scales. She's someone who very much likes things to be fair--an eye for an eye, you know? But that's not strictly why she's here in this club thing. She just wanted to check it out, though her outfit (an Edwardian-style white dress) doesn't quite scream "clubbing."
Not that she has any idea what "clubbing" is or anything like that, but look. She's here to have a good time and she's having fun, that's what matters right?
And of course she's going to hunt down whoever she gets paired with, both to find out more on how they feel about this Dom/Sub thing and because she's a nosey, curious person by nature. "Curiosity" is about the only emotion she can readily feel, so she rides it out whenever it pops up.
She has her phone out with the message up displaying the person's name and all, and almost immediately she shoves it in your face. Oh hey, that's your name!]
Excuse me! Is this you? I'm Winnie! Er-- Winnifred, I suppose, is how it might have had my name, but please do call me Winnie! [She beams away, oh-so cheerful]
[Table it for Later]
[Winnie doesn't blush or seem embarrassed at all by the demonstration, just sort of vaguely interested. The act itself is neat, but she's far more interested in the way the two interact once the scene has concluded.
She gives a thoughtful little hum, tapping at her chin]
That's rather nice, isn't it? They're sweet. Seeing things like this doesn't make the whole contract thing seem so terrible, does it? It doesn't seem that much further off from a marriage contract, really.
[But then she smiles brightly, perking up as if to completely move on from her observation]
Well! Shall we? Are we supposed to be doing the same thing there, or trying something new? I'm afraid I stopped paying attention at some point.
[Wildcard]
[obligatory wildcard if none of these do it for you, I can start something new or you can randomize something, idc. Or hit me up at ovals and we can figure something out!]
Winnifred Prismall | OC | Dominant
[Alright. WELL. That sure was a fucking thing that happened. Winnie can... Sort of understand what's happened but not... Not really. She understands all that they're saying, to a point, but she doesn't quite understand why. Like. Why her? She had things to do, dammit!
She stands to the side, hands folded in front of her. She's wearing a full Victorian-style dress, all prim and proper, and she watches. She watches the people milling about, the new arrivals and old hats alike, and looks perfectly pleasant and nice!
...Except, every once in a while, there's strange... flatness to her eyes. They grow dead and cold, their gaze more like some detached scientist watching the scurrying of insects they're studying. A vague sort of interest, but ultimately one could be crushed and she'd just be like, vaguely disappointed before moving on.
But then the light is back as quickly as it came. maybe you just imagined it?
Either way, Winnie begins to muse aloud, tapping at her chin thoughtfully. When she speaks, she has a clearly British accent]
You know, I dare say I've never had to deal with a situation quite like this, nor has it really been talked about in any of the stories I've read. I mean, sure, kidnappings that's common! There's a protocol! But this seems a bit beyond just a normal kidnapping.
It seems a little late to start crying. Perhaps I should faint? That would be an appropriate response, no? [She looks down at the floor and then the surrounding area with a long, thoughtful "hmmm" noise, as if seriously considering it before looking up to whoever the poor soul is who's been overhearing her] I don't suppose you see a nice fainting couch around, do you? I don't particularly want to fall on the floor, you see. My dress might get dirty and I quite like this dress.
[Is she serious?? Who knows, but are YOU going to take that risk?]
[Lies Travel in Company]
[Despite being new, despite going through the Orientation and learning about the strange, horrible new world they've been thrust into, Winnie looks like she's dealing with it remarkably well, all things considered. Her smile is bright and cheery, she practically has a bounce in her step as she flits from place to place, pressing her face against the windows to see out at the passing scenery.]
My word, isn't this marvelous? Everything is so-- Futuristic! [She grins and looks around, taking note of the more blatantly obvious displays of Submissive/Dominant behaviors and she laughs in delight] And no shame whatsoever!
My, my, what a strange little place we've been kidnapped to! But it's exciting, isn't it? That's always fun!
[End in the Discord]
[Well, Winnie's always up for balancing the scales. She's someone who very much likes things to be fair--an eye for an eye, you know? But that's not strictly why she's here in this club thing. She just wanted to check it out, though her outfit (an Edwardian-style white dress) doesn't quite scream "clubbing."
Not that she has any idea what "clubbing" is or anything like that, but look. She's here to have a good time and she's having fun, that's what matters right?
And of course she's going to hunt down whoever she gets paired with, both to find out more on how they feel about this Dom/Sub thing and because she's a nosey, curious person by nature. "Curiosity" is about the only emotion she can readily feel, so she rides it out whenever it pops up.
She has her phone out with the message up displaying the person's name and all, and almost immediately she shoves it in your face. Oh hey, that's your name!]
Excuse me! Is this you? I'm Winnie! Er-- Winnifred, I suppose, is how it might have had my name, but please do call me Winnie! [She beams away, oh-so cheerful]
[Table it for Later]
[Winnie doesn't blush or seem embarrassed at all by the demonstration, just sort of vaguely interested. The act itself is neat, but she's far more interested in the way the two interact once the scene has concluded.
She gives a thoughtful little hum, tapping at her chin]
That's rather nice, isn't it? They're sweet. Seeing things like this doesn't make the whole contract thing seem so terrible, does it? It doesn't seem that much further off from a marriage contract, really.
[But then she smiles brightly, perking up as if to completely move on from her observation]
Well! Shall we? Are we supposed to be doing the same thing there, or trying something new? I'm afraid I stopped paying attention at some point.
[Wildcard]
[obligatory wildcard if none of these do it for you, I can start something new or you can randomize something, idc. Or hit me up at