2675/The Descent of Ishtar

The Descent of Ishtar
Date of Scene:	03 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Sublime, Ishtar

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Sublime has posed:
    As you start to come to, you can feel several things are true. You're a little cool. And a little sore...and, as your groggy mind starts to take stock of things as you struggle towards wakefulness...a bit bare, from the feel of it. There's a soft sheet pulled over you, but it's slipped off mostly from you moving in your sleep. You're lying on a comfy if worn queen-sized bed, with very nice cotton sheets. As you open your eyes, and focus...you can see you're in a room...a bedroom? Not particulary the nicest place...water stains, cracked paint on the ceiling...but it's at least clean looking. Save for the pile of apparently dirty clothes tossed haphazardly into the corner by a laundry basket that contains what looks like clean folded clothes and loose underewar, socks, and stockings.

Ishtar has posed:
    Safiya sits up slowly, her brown eyes wide as she scans over the room in front of her. The sheets fall away and then she looks down to realize that there's only underclothes worn underneath. The girl's heart is pounding in her chest. She shifts forward slowly, biting her bottom lip as she looks around. The girl is perspiring even though the room is cool. Eventually her eyes land on the basket.
    The girl fights the urge to scream and instead quietly slides to the floor, making her way over to the basket. It isn't until she lifts her arm to reach for it that she sees she's covered in bruises. Tension is mounting as she glances through the clothing in the basket. All of it is for someone quite a bit larger than she is. Like... A foot taller. After studying it in vague annoyance for a few moments Safi eventually settles for pulling a t-shirt out of it and putting it on. It hangs just low enough to cover her hips. "A dress... Kind of." She sighs once and slowly starts toward the door.

Sublime has posed:
    The other interesting things you notice is...you've been treated. Or at least, someone has done basic first aid on you, as you have little bandages and taped on gauze in places where you have deeper cuts. Also some sort of salve...must be numbing, that's why you didn't really feel the bruises as you started to move again until you really stretched. The shirt smells nice...lilac, you think.

    The door to the bedroom is open...and you can hear someone shifting around in the next room, a faint flutter of paper, as someone turns a magazine page. You can just see a messy blonde pony tail over the back of the couch facing away from you, a cold and open bottle of beer sitting on the little table at the end of the couch.

Ishtar has posed:
    Safiya takes a deep breath. She starts to creep toward the door of the home, her eyes affixed to it as she moves. Slowly, carefully... And with a little bit of pain now that she's noticed she's hurt. As she moves Safi takes a deep breath. There you are on the couch. You draw her gaze and the girl's mind turns toward her emotions. It's something that happens naturally, and she's done it a million times. You might have good taste in laundry scents but you could still be a complete psychopath, after all.
    Safi finds herself smoothing the shirt she took with her fingertips while she slowly examines your form. Slow breaths. Just a little too loud, no doubt. Safiya isn't really the stealthiest of people.

Sublime has posed:
     The other woman is fairly peaceful in her emotions at the moment. A little bit of wistfulness as she looks at the magazine, with some low level concern that's distracting her a bit. It's hard to tell a lot from behind the couch. Strong shoulders, from the look of it...someone who works out. Toned rather than defined. No jewelry currently, her head tilting to the side as she turns slightly to scoop up her beer, enough for you to get a brief profile of her...beautiful, even mussed as she is. Blue lipstick.

    And when she does turn, she catches your motion out of the corner of her eyes before you can freeze, then turns to look at you. Ice blue eyes. A sort of measuring expression as she sees you're up, and wearing one of her shirts. "Cool. You're awake. How do ya feel?" she says, her voice carrying a faint Chicagoland accent.

Ishtar has posed:
    "Like I tripped and rolled down a hill," Safiya responds slowly, blinking once when yo uaddress her. She fils her lungs again, leaning her head back slightly and thrusting her chest forward out of habit. Good posture, at least. Brown eyes cast over your form briefly and then the young woman swallows, hard.
    Your ice blue eyes meet darker brown once and for a second Safi doesn't appear to know what to say. Her New York accent is pretty distinct. "...Where am I?"

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel pushes herself up to her feet, stepping around the couch as she puts her hands on her hips. Now that she's standing..she's...tall for a woman. And she's definitely a girl who believes in more than just 'station keeping' exercise, from the toned hardbody you can see in her legs and arms and the way that t-shirt clings to her taut stomach. "You're in my apartment...' She frowns a bit. "...you were in a box. In an alley, a few blocks from here, out like a light. I thought you were stoned at first, until I got a better look at you."

Ishtar has posed:
    "In a... box?" Safi half-whispers, staring at you while she does. "I, um..." She pauses for a moment and then quickly shakes her head. Those dark tresses frame her body well, wrapping around her neck to hang in front of her left shoulder all the way down to her waist. Most likely Safiya doesn't really exercise. he isn't over weight but she's got a pronounced figure for such a small frame and just a little bit of baby fat in her cheeks to go with it. "I-I... I don't remmeber anything about what happened," Safiya admits slowly. "Um..."

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel frowns a bit. "...not suprised. You had a pretty good goose egg, but you didn't seem to have a concussion." She steps closer to the other girl. "Hold still, let me check on it. You've been asleep for like...eight hours or so, at least." She pauses as she gets closer. "...and I'm Rachel. she offers as an afterthought. "Do you remember your name?"

Ishtar has posed:
    The girl blinks once and then slowly shakes h her head. Her eyes widen slightly before she replies iwth, "...It's Safiya." A brief smile follows, lighting up her features as she studies you again from head to toe and finally settles on looking at your face. "Eight hours, and a big bump on my head? That doesn't sound good... " She pauses for a second before adding, "At least I'm pretty much intact, I Guess. Ah. Thank you. For helping me." A blink follows. "Did... Something happen to my clothes?"

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel hmmphs, then steps in closer, reaching up to genty brush her fingers thorugh your hair...unti you feel a little dull throb of pain as her fingers find the goose egg in question, hidden in your hair near the back of your head. "Yeah, I don't think you wanna be walking around too far just yet..." the young woman says. She peers down, then shrugs. "They were filthy and had blood on them. Someone sliced you up, looked like. No way to save them, so I just stripped them off and tossed them before I cleaned you up a bit." Her fingers slide down to cup your cheek, as she leans in to peer into those dark eyes, checking to see if they're oddly dialated "You don't feel dizzy?"

Ishtar has posed:
    "I did for a second when I stood up. I thought I just had low blood pressure or- something..." Safiya resists the urge to shake her head, lowering her chin slightly. Then she breathes a soft sigh and takes a deep breath. It is held for a moment and then slowly exhaled yet again. "Sliced me up? LIke. they were just cutting on me with a knife?" She asks, her voice getting higher with each word. Safi reaches up to run her fingers across her face, swallowing hard while she does. "Did they-"

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel tilts her head, then mmms, before starting to pull the younger girl over to the couch. "Here...sit down. I'll get you something to drink. And no...nothing serious. Scratches, I think. Wont' even know they were there when you have a few day. None of it was too deep, just flesh wounds. Shouldnt' even need stitches."

Ishtar has posed:
    "O-okay." Safiya exhales sharply, releasing a held breath she hadn't even known she'd taken. You are flashed a brief, halting smile and then the girl does as she is bid and sits down on your couch. She draws her knees close together to hide the flash of underwear that would otherwise be inevitable, and licks her lips as she slowly looks around. Safi moves her hands to herk nees, leaning forward slightly as she does.

Sublime has posed:
It's not exacty an incredible apartment. One bedroom...living room, which you're in. Small kitchen, bathroom down the hall next to the kitchen. Pretty...sparse, actually. Either she hasn't lived here long, or she doesn't decorate much. It's a little bit messy, a sign of someone a bit lazy about cleaning up, save for food trash, which seems to be gone...no sense attracting anything by leaving it sitting. Rachel pads on bare feet over to the kitchen, opening the fridge, to root around, then coming back with a flavored water....grape, which she pops open with a sharp twist of her hand, handing it to the other girl, then flops down on the couch again, watching Safi thoughfully now. "Can you remember....anything? Like, where your home is? Friends, family, that sort of thing?"

Ishtar has posed:
    "Remember... Um." The girl takes a moment to repluy, still frowning while she does so. She leans back in her seat and breathes a soft sigh. The drink is accepted with both hands and after smiling at you Safiya straightens slightly. "I remember everything before - last night, I guess. It's all, um. Kind of a blur though." SHe looks down at her drink. "So! Where did you find me?"

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel raises a brow. "Maybe...five blocks from here? In an alley off Anderson Street." She pulls her legs up against her rump comfortably, leaning against the back of the couch. "You're lucky it was raining, I might not have noticed you if I hadn't been curious what that was that was all and glistening." Her eyes flick down your legs for am oment, then back up. "...I think you might have been trying to hide. Your fingers were still curled around some tarp you'd pulled up and over you. I just notice your leg poking out."

Ishtar has posed:
    "Trying to hide from - something. Okay." The girl tkaes a deep brearth and holds it for a moment, taking another sip of her drink as she does. "Well. Thank you." She leans back agaisnt the couch and breathes a soft sigh, closing her eyes. SIlence follows for a moment. Safi is just taking a moment to compose herself, judging by how she is laying there. It probably wasn't the most restful night for her.

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel watches the younger girl curiously. "Sure." the blonde says, shrugging slightly. Not like she hasn't been hiding from things in the past herself. Which was mostly why she actually brought her home, instead of...well, pretending she didn't see her. "So...no idea who might want ta jack you?" she asks after letting the silence stretch.

Ishtar has posed:
    "I mean... Not really," Safiya responds slowly. "There were these guys I had a falling out with a little while back but I dont' think they'd do something like this. But maybe...? I wish I knew what happened." Safiya groans and then twists on the couch. She apparently regrets the decision a moment later because a grimace works its way across her lips as she squirms. "Agh. Right. Bandages..."

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel wrinkles her nose. "I should check them...though you might want to take a shower too, now that you're up. Gotta pull 'em off anyway. I don't think any are bleeding, but it'll probably sting some still." she suggests. "Better to get it good and clean though."

Ishtar has posed:
    "Okay. Sure. So, um. WHich door is the bathroom?" Safiya slides to her feet. She really isn't very tall. The girl looks around the room briefly and then flashes you another of those quick, sweet smiles. "And, thank you. Like I said." Another deep breath follows. "I'll, um. Take care of the bandages. I feel fine. If it was just little cuts it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel slips back to her feet, smirking a bit. "Some of them are on your back, so you'd have a hard time, but I can just get those if you'd like to take care of the rest yourself." She waves her towards the hall by the kitchen, wandering down it. "There's clean towels on the rack, just put them out this morning. Shampoo and body wash on the side there." She holds out a hand, making a 'gimmee' gesture. "I can see if I have something less oversized for you to wear too?"

Ishtar has posed:
    "...I - guess?" Sefiya responds slowly. "We should proably take a look then." She starts toward the hallway slowly. "And - that would be great. IF you have anything. You're, um. Like a foot taller than I am, so... Anyway. Thank you." Safiya proceeds toward the hallway at a hurried pace.

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel sighs, watching the girl as she fold sher arms under her chest. She's still not sure what possessed her to bring her back here, as opposed to a hospital or something. Maybe it's just...she sort of reminds her of someone else. She hasn't seen Gemma in months...she hopes she's okay, wherever she is. And if Gemma was the one in trouble....she'd hope someone helped her. And if someone is trying to kill her...well. It's not like she's home too muc, or has anything really worth stealing if Safi decides to repay her help by robbing her or something. "...fuck, I'm getting sappy now..." she mutters, rubbing her face, then moves over to fetch her first aid kit to follow after Safi. She'd rather she not bleed on her good towels, after all...