[ Stealing away from the revelry of the Unseelie Court (schmoozing and acting a part is definitely in her repertoire, but right now it seems as though she has no patience for it), Natasha slips unnoticed into one of the castle's lengthy corridors. The feast is a generous welcome that's been prepared, to be sure, but being plucked here from where she was (and particularly against her will) is something that doesn't sit well with her, despite the fact that there are others here in the same predicament.
Natasha has no interest in a war, after all, irrespective of Seelie or Unseelie. She's just helped dismantle a regime of sorts in her own world — the dissolution of SHIELD — and she holds no loyalties or cards either way, in this one. ]
ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ/ｎｅｔｗｏｒｋ.
[ The Station is an eclectic melting pot, the only place in this world so far that feels even vaguely familiar, and to this end Natasha finds herself in a dimly-lit bar and perched atop a leather stool, sipping on a strong vodka tonic with a twist of lemon.
She's already tried hacking through the network at the internet cafe, to no avail. Information comes in, but it doesn't go out. She fingers the strange locket in her hands while she drinks, turning it over and over again and pondering its use.
Finally, she activates the audio; what the hell. ]
Testing, testing...someone come rescue me from this place, before I start trying to surf porn at the web cafe.
Natasha Romanoff | MCU | Unseelie
[ Stealing away from the revelry of the Unseelie Court (schmoozing and acting a part is definitely in her repertoire, but right now it seems as though she has no patience for it), Natasha slips unnoticed into one of the castle's lengthy corridors. The feast is a generous welcome that's been prepared, to be sure, but being plucked here from where she was (and particularly against her will) is something that doesn't sit well with her, despite the fact that there are others here in the same predicament.
Natasha has no interest in a war, after all, irrespective of Seelie or Unseelie. She's just helped dismantle a regime of sorts in her own world — the dissolution of SHIELD — and she holds no loyalties or cards either way, in this one. ]
ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ/ｎｅｔｗｏｒｋ.
[ The Station is an eclectic melting pot, the only place in this world so far that feels even vaguely familiar, and to this end Natasha finds herself in a dimly-lit bar and perched atop a leather stool, sipping on a strong vodka tonic with a twist of lemon.
She's already tried hacking through the network at the internet cafe, to no avail. Information comes in, but it doesn't go out. She fingers the strange locket in her hands while she drinks, turning it over and over again and pondering its use.
Finally, she activates the audio; what the hell. ]
Testing, testing...someone come rescue me from this place, before I start trying to surf porn at the web cafe.