GOODNIGHT // PSL

[angstmachine]

"Hey... Hey, boss...? We got a girl over here...!"

"Can't it wait?"

"No man, a human girl!"

Syeira wakes to the sound of something large booming overhead, echoing down the long corridors. This is some kind of a dimly-lit grand hall or a banquet room, not entirely unlike the ones she's seen at home; the room is filled with the sounds of far-away combat, people shouting orders, others running by in a hurry.

She is on her back, on top of a table, and there's a messy, brown-haired woman peering down at her through a pair of sunglasses. The woman's teeth are sharp, like a shark's, when she grimaces in confusion and wrinkles her nose.

"Sure does smell weird, though..."

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[angstmachine]

Tabbie only grumbles noncommittally at all of that "Hell" talk. People mess up names around here all the time. Or maybe she's heard of him somewhere, she doesn't know. All she knows is that she's got orders, and that some fool of a human girl just appeared out of thin air on the high counsel's meeting-room table.

With them finally moseying along, Tabbie shouts back over the rising din around them.

"Going to one of the guest rooms! No worries, they ain't code for a dungeon or nothin'. Those are downstairs."

She hauls their new guest over to large tapestry on the wall furthest from the fighting. It depicts some kind of battle, or a ritual maybe, centering around three circular symbols--but it's clearly not all that important, since Tabbie shoves the heavy fabric aside to push in a hidden switch on the stone walls. A door slides open, and she cackles ferociously.

"We're going up!"

Behold, a set of stone stairs that indeed lead upwards. Without asking whether she wants to or not, Tabbie does her best to haul her new friend up into the stairwell.

[child_of_bhaal]

"Thank you for the reassurance." This is just getting better and better. And despite the direction, Syeira doesn't feel like she's being taken anywhere better. Maybe it's the whole being half dragged thing. At least, she can keep up.

"This might seem like an odd question, but: where exactly am I? Just generally more specific than 'here' or 'going to the guest rooms'. If that's possible."

[angstmachine]

"What, you really don't know?"

Is it good or bad that no one else seems to know what's going on either? It's very dark in this stairwell, with it being largely unlit save for a small string of what might be plain white Christmas lights winding along the wall next to them. Still, Sye can see the girl glance back at her over the rims of her sunglasses (she has eyes after all--fairly normal-looking ones, too). She gets an eyebrow-raise, as well.

"You got into the secret vampire headquarters and you don't know?"

This stairwell seems to go up for quite some time. She was about to lead them to a door, but a loud scream from the other side seems to get her to veto that idea quickly. One more flight it is!

"Like, state of Washington? Pacific Northwest? United States of America?" --Dryly, "Tell me when to stop."

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[child_of_bhaal]

Syeira actually has fantastic low light vision, but Tabbie wouldn't know that, since she, and everyone else seems to assume Syeira is a human. But that's probably best kept to herself, at least for the moment.

And then, Tabbie says the one word that Syeira really really didn't ever want to hear. Vampire.

[Her brain does this.]

She actually stops dead in her tracks, and only Tabbie's continued hold on her arm makes her move forward. It's definitely a stumble, that might be lost in translation, since that timing happens right when someone screams behind a door.

But being a professional in the field of getting into trouble up to her eyeballs, Syeira recovers, and keeps her mouth shut. At least about her instant decision that she'd rather be on the team that was breaking in. Regardless of who they are. There's not much worse in the planes than Vampires.

"Uh...um" What were they talking about? Oh, right. "No keep going."

[angstmachine]

"Uh, North America?" Lucky for Syeira, Tabbie doesn't seem to have noticed. She's more preoccupied with not getting the both of them killed. "Planet Earth...? Jesus, lady..."

They finally reach another door, and things sound relatively safe on the other side. Tabbie doesn't let go of her more-or-less prisoner the entire time, which means that one of Syeira's arms may be getting a little bruised at this point.

"What backwater ren faire did they pick you up out of, anyway?"

She shoves the door open with her shoulder. It's an old, wooden thing that turns out to be the backside of a bookshelf. Another secret passage, no doubt. The coast looks clear, so out the go--emerging into another huge room, a library, filled top to bottom with books on shelves, on tables, in piles on the floor. It's an impressive sight to even passing book-lovers, but Tabbie doesn't spare the vast volumes of knowledge a second glance.

They're heading for another set of double-doors, ones that aren't being knocked in from the other side.

[child_of_bhaal]

She doesn't know what "wren fair" means, but she's fairly certain, by tone alone, it's not a compliment. That and being dragged around like a doll, by a vampire of all things, is starting to put her into a less pleasant mood.

"Earth is extraordinarily far from Toril. Forgive me if I'm not well versed in your local geography." Literally, the world is just barely discovered by Elminster. And she knows only sparse details of it from the Fleet.