Given how she had been among those who hadn't shown up, she anticipated it - she didn't need her weird vision to know that, though of course she saw it. However, her weird vision also warned her. She saw what would happen if she slipped up with her perception of what happened. Vaguely. Just enough to know, she did not want to know more.
So, she was polite, firm, careful, and most importantly consistent when the questions were showered on her. Yes, she was late, and she gave the info on who to call to back her up on why. No, she didn't know who had kidnapped her or the others. No, the individuals had covered their faces and disguised their voices. No, they didn't seem familiar to her. No, really, nothing untold of that she could think of happened, save that her cell phone batteries had died and her kidnappers simply refused to let them go. And yes, she'd barely had anything to drink, save a sip or two of beer, much less to eat. In fact, she fully admitted she was hungry and her captors had refused to provide anything substantial.
She was given a bag of chips to tide her over while Lesedi's people kept at their questions. She wouldn't give them anymore - namely because she made it seem like there wasn't much more to give. And really, there wasn't, if you didn't count Ivan. Or her realization that she could, indeed, see the future.
They didn't need to know that. And they ultimately didn't seem interested in questioning her more, so they let her go back on her merry way. For now. With a simple warning of course:
Stay away from Virgo artists. Completely.
It was when she was in the elevator that she let her guard down, shutting her eyes tight and bringing her hand to her mouth, letting out a shaky, sobbing breath. Oh god. The visions.
What the hell happened at the party!?
She had to make sure everyone is ok. She just had to. And afterwards, she's in the Cosmic Indulgence penthouse, or barring that, the bar. In either place, she has three items in front of her: a small plate of food, a drink of some sort, and paper with notes scribbled on them.
It was, for the moment, all she could do to not just scream at everything.]
Garnet | OTA
Given how she had been among those who hadn't shown up, she anticipated it - she didn't need her weird vision to know that, though of course she saw it. However, her weird vision also warned her. She saw what would happen if she slipped up with her perception of what happened. Vaguely. Just enough to know, she did not want to know more.
So, she was polite, firm, careful, and most importantly consistent when the questions were showered on her. Yes, she was late, and she gave the info on who to call to back her up on why. No, she didn't know who had kidnapped her or the others. No, the individuals had covered their faces and disguised their voices. No, they didn't seem familiar to her. No, really, nothing untold of that she could think of happened, save that her cell phone batteries had died and her kidnappers simply refused to let them go. And yes, she'd barely had anything to drink, save a sip or two of beer, much less to eat. In fact, she fully admitted she was hungry and her captors had refused to provide anything substantial.
She was given a bag of chips to tide her over while Lesedi's people kept at their questions. She wouldn't give them anymore - namely because she made it seem like there wasn't much more to give. And really, there wasn't, if you didn't count Ivan. Or her realization that she could, indeed, see the future.
They didn't need to know that. And they ultimately didn't seem interested in questioning her more, so they let her go back on her merry way. For now. With a simple warning of course:
Stay away from Virgo artists. Completely.
It was when she was in the elevator that she let her guard down, shutting her eyes tight and bringing her hand to her mouth, letting out a shaky, sobbing breath. Oh god. The visions.
What the hell happened at the party!?
She had to make sure everyone is ok. She just had to. And afterwards, she's in the Cosmic Indulgence penthouse, or barring that, the bar. In either place, she has three items in front of her: a small plate of food, a drink of some sort, and paper with notes scribbled on them.
It was, for the moment, all she could do to not just scream at everything.]