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Indie RP blog - Crystal "Chris" Jane Brighton [Multiverse OC]

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Head (barely) Above Water

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Dirk’s face, which was already red, somehow managed to become redder. He sputtered and, for perhaps the first time in his life, Project Icarus was dumbstruck, unable to form a single word, much less an entire sentence. Yes, he understood her breasts were bare, understood that he was at some sort of–strip, as it turned out–club, and that he should not be back here. All the same…

“I…. actually I don’t know,” he said, hand still over his eyes, “not… yet, anyway, not really. See I sort of… stumble on cases, as I go. The purpose becomes clear after a fashion and then I follow whatever threads lead me to the conclusion. I swear I’m a very good detective!”

How many had she met? Dirk found himself wondering this, along with a whole host of other things. As always, his mind was moving far too quickly to be safe and he could almost feel his proverbial gears overheating. Once more, he opened his mouth, intent on adding to his earlier statement when there was a scream from the front of the club. The music continued, thumping almost angrily, but now there was a sickly heartbeat-like quality to it. Something was amiss. 

“Ah!” Dirk exclaimed, brightly. He thought better of his expression of delight, however and he amended. “That is to say… ah, there’s my first clue, I think and, uhm, with that, I suppose I’ll have to leave you. It was a… a pleasure, I’m sure.” He stuck out his hand, intent on shaking hers, but with his eyes covered, he had no real way of knowing if he was actually aiming at her.

The scream had Chris’ attention immediately. In her heeled and robed glory she took off. A scream was never a good sound—especially in a place like this.

She made it just in time to see one of her fellow strippers, Diamond, grabbed in the arms of some guy. He was holding... Something to her throat, Chris wasn’t sure what. It looked like a small rod made of something solid. The details didn’t matter, Diamond was in absolute tears. Chris was ready to charge. She was about to, when he guy raised his hand, pointing at one of the security guys. There was a flash of purple light. Chris covered her eyes, but looked up just in time to see the security guard crumple and that... thing in his hand was... assembling itself? Growing?

As she watched, however, that light began to grow again. She covered her eyes again, but when she opened them again... nothing. No one. No Diamond and no weird guy. A dead security guard and a lot of folks running out of the club.

Chris took a breath and ran in

“Mike, Call 911,” She ordered, grabbing a table cloth from under the counter of the bar. Carefully, she laid it over the dead guard--Joey. He was a really nice guy, too. Super supportive and protective of the girls. God, he didn’t deserve this shit.

And then she saw that gangly detective mother fucker...

In full four inch fury, she stepped right on up to him. “Did you know this was going to happen?” She asked, keeping her voice firm but low. She was pissed, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was his fault, or that folks needed to hear them. She had a gut feeling. And a lot of questions.

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As usual, Dirk Gently found himself in a place he thoroughly did not belong, with literally no idea what to do next or why he was there in the first place. He simply followed… well, he followed something and it led him to a loud, boisterous strip club. The front entrance was guarded by a bouncer, which was understandable, but Dirk got the distinct feeling that there was a cat in a side alley and that cat needed a good ear scritchy or two. There were always cats in alleys–that was why they were called alley cats. 

Providence, or fate, or kismet, or whatever one would call it in his case, proved to yet again do him a solid and one better. As the girl named Amber left by that way, the door swung wide and Dirk just happened to be toddling down the appropriate alley in pursuit of the alley cat he very much wanted to pet. The beast stayed several steps ahead of him, however, and by the time he realized he wouldn’t be catching it, he was before the slowly closing back door. 

“Oh!” The exclamation came on the heels of the cat hissing and swatting at Dirk and he mounted the steps just in time to catch the door before it closed. He didn’t know why he needed to be in there. He simply did. “Au revoir,” he called to the less-than-amused cat, “I’ll come back to pet you later.”

The cat was pleased when the door slammed shut behind the odd detective and it was left to bathe in peace. 

Dirk could hear the wicked thump of music from up front, but in these back hallways, everything was just a little muted. Even the lights and smells were indistinct, as if someone had their hand on a great dial and they’d simply turned everything down to 2. 

His teal jacket looked woefully dim in the lack of light and he couldn’t help noticing one of the fluorescent bulbs flickering almost eerily. He set his expression to “serious detective work” mode–though as usual no one had given him a case–and walked until he felt the urge to turn. When he turned, he was at a door which was ajar and this he pushed open, to facilitate seeing what was on the other side, of course. 

“Oh excuse me!” He slapped a hand over his eyes and continued his inane babble. “Sorry, ma’am, I ah… I’m a detective and my case has led me… well it’s led me here, to you. So I’d like to ask you a few questions if I could, you know, if that’s all right. If you’re not busy.”

“Oh my GOD.” Chris put a hand over her boobs—despite the pasties already cover her nipples. She reached out, snatching her silk robe from the nearby chair. “Dude!! You cannot be back here!! My tits are out!”

In an angry huff, she pulled the sash on the robe, momentarily making herself decent before turning back on the man. “You can’t just bust into the dressing room like that, man! Especially at a strip club!” With herself now properly covered, she brushed her hair away from her neck and finally stood. In her heels, she was easily six inches taller than her usual 5′1 self. Tragically she was still a good three/four inches shorter than the man standing before her.

“...Detective, huh? What are you detecting exactly? Someone dead?” She smirked a little, surprisingly delighted at the hand over his eyes. She thought about telling him she was dressed, but... Maybe she’d make him suffer a little bit. Why in the world a detective was here. If he really was a dectective. She wouldn’t raise a fuss unless he got handsy or worse. So far he seemed perfectly harmless. Even sweet.

“You sure don’t look like any detective I’ve seen. You’re too cute.”

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Alice listened, but she was mostly in her own head, wondering about her homeland. There really wasn’t anything for her to do. She had no power to change things. She couldn’t even return to Wonderland without her father’s permission, and the barrier between it and this world was too vast for remote help.

“Thank you… for trying to make me feel better,” she sighed, smoothing her hands over her dress. She wished to be wearing black again. It felt dishonest not to display her mourning properly. “I appreciate it. I really do.”

“I’m sure I’m not helping at all,” Chris shrugged. “But hey, I’ve got alcohol.” She held out the bottle of wine, in case Alice wanted some. “So I’m at least good for something, at least.”

This whole party was probably a bad idea. It was a lot of culture shock to these folks who were literally coming out of a war zone. But hey, it was all ceremony, and for now, the ceremony was over. The Sisters of the Silver Branch had welcomed the strangers into the home. They were to be treated like clan (To a point, of course. They still weren’t blood, so... their welcome wasn’t exactly all access passes), and while that meant a great night of some serious partying for the coven, these people were still strangers in a strange land and strange world.

“...Don’t feel like you have to be happy,” she said. 

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“And that, ladies,” Chris said, removing the cash from the string of her panties (if they could still be called that) and dropping it at her counter along with the bra (barely legally qualifying as such). “Is how you pay the bills!”

Her audience was, tragically, not paying attention. Jasmine and Farah were both getting ready to go on themselves, and Amber was already heading out for the night. Still. She’d done quite well for herself tonight. She’d nailed her last dance, and had two different dude parties trying to out-tip the other. She didn’t care who won, since it meant she was easily making twice on a normal night. There’d been a weird guy a little bit earlier with these round glasses who’d tried to pay for a private dance with literal gem stones, but security had handled him, thank god.

Hadn’t stopped the “Crystal” jokes. But. Hey. That was life. And all in all, she felt she was winning

Settling down in front of the mirror, she quick touched up her make up, sealing it with a quick spray. She was about to change into her next outfit when Jasmine requested help zipping up her corset--nothing quite like the sisterhood of strippers. Finally everyone had left the dressing room, leaving the blonde in her heels, thong, and pasties. She popped in an ear bud, humming along to the music as she relaxed a bit, getting ready for her next dance.

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“Thank you,” Alice said with a small smile, more touched by the effort it took than the words she’d said. She looked out at the sunset, now growing dark, and sighed softly.

“I don’t think it’ll be bad here… not really. But I’ll miss home as long as I’m away. It’s not easy… leaving for a place so different, and I feel almost bad for coming here.”

“We’re at war. I should be helping, using my powers of healing to aid every soldier I can, but instead… I’m here. Doing nothing.”

Chris nodded. She couldn’t understand, exactly, but she could project. A brilliant girl like her, uprooted and placed somewhere new and far away. No wonder she’d feel useless. She was in a different dimension where she could literally do nothing to change her situation back home..

“I’m sorry,” Chris said. “That’s gotta suck something awful... But from what I’ve heard, there were a lot of folks getting out of there... All of the witches here are descendants of refugees. The witch hunts and witch hunters drove our ancestors to leave their homelands and find some place new where our order could be safe. Witchcraft is all about passing down traditions to the traditions that follow and thanks to fucking Witchmania, then family line almost died. If they hadn’t found a new home for our family to grow, None of us would be here. The whole... ‘die another day’ thing is pretty firmly held by us.”

“And who knows? Maybe while you guys are here, you can figure some way to help your people back home, ya know?” She shrugged. It was a long shot, but hope was a powerful thing. Sometimes it could open the doors needed to get the gears running.

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