location ;; the kitchens date ;; timestamp 5 status ;; open
zoya had spent more time with a fake smile plastered on her face than she’d anticipated. there seemed to be dozens of people around the castle, each one more intriguing than the next. this would likely end up being her biggest takeaway yet; she just had to bide her time until the right moment. while zoya was more than ready for bed (it was far more tiring acting as a maid than she’d anticipated), her stomach refused to allow her to rest before it had been sated. and so she found herself grabbing a simple sandwich and glass of water from the kitchens before bed. she’d just picked up her glass of water to wash down a bite when the lights shut out, plunging the room into darkness. the glass slipped from her hand as she let out an embarrassing shriek both at the sudden darkness and the shattering glass. “дерьмо,” she muttered, cursing herself for the mess she’d likely gotten herself into. “hello?” she called. it was likely useless, but she couldn’t help but to hope someone was around, perhaps someone with a light on a cell phone or anyone who could offer any sort of help really. “anyone there? i’m surrounded by broken glass at the moment.” she tested a foot out and immediately was met with glass and water. “and i don’t have any shoes on,” she added slightly softer.
♡ ––– people didn’t seem to eat much in the group of Artjom, maybe it was the over-the-top feasts of the riches. however, penelope found herself heading down to her favourite place of interest: the cellar. “the immigrant song” blasts through her earphones only to abruptly fade into the darkness. she had been stunned at lack of light, her chest pounded as her breathing became rocky.
broken glass echoed, who could have been up? moving cautiously towards the kitchen, she prepares her body for attack mode ( who was she kidding? ) her head peeks to the corner as the voice seems familiar. “oh, hey.” she says awkwardly. “zoya?” she calls out as the appliances eerily make no noise.
she feels her slippers against her feet when remembering she had her phone. moving quickly to find her flashlight the room is suddenly lit up from her corner. “here, I can pass you my shoes from here.” trying to balance with the source of light, it suddenly feels like a rave. managing to pull them off with no grace, she prepares to toss them.
“ready?”
