A1: [To be fair, at first she thought the girls had brought her something that has... strange effects when smoked at first, but then Aramat remembers that no opium was consumed today.
So what exactly is happening here? Is it a dream? The scenery is shifting, melting into other places...]
Biancabella? Isolde?
A2: [And then they came, like a raid on a prison. Knocking out and snatching up those that couldn't run. Aramat knows to run, but soon she hears the tell-tale sound of electricity on flesh behind her. She panics, becomes like a cornered animal, fearful and willing to do anything to get out, get out, get out...]
B1: [It's not her first time in a party like this usually she'd do all sorts of things to even get a ticket to these industry parties, but it's her first time being there as a V.I.P., as Datura. All these years of work and rock and roll chaos has finally payed off.
So she's celebrating and knocking back drinks.]
B2: [This is a nightclub, so many things could be heard in in-between the pounding music and the half yelled out conversations between the industry heads and the various musician between themselves. Remember... remember.... She turns over to someone to ask them about this, but she hears the same thing in her ear.]
REMEMBER WHAT?!
B3: [It hits her as soon as she leaves for the restroom, when she fixes up her makeup. Perhaps it was all the women around her, but it's something familiar. They need her, they need her... why did she leave?
And Miss Seward is at the mirror, tears forming on her heavily lined eyes.]
Aramat Drawdes | Alabaster
So what exactly is happening here? Is it a dream? The scenery is shifting, melting into other places...]
Biancabella? Isolde?
A2: [And then they came, like a raid on a prison. Knocking out and snatching up those that couldn't run. Aramat knows to run, but soon she hears the tell-tale sound of electricity on flesh behind her. She panics, becomes like a cornered animal, fearful and willing to do anything to get out, get out, get out...]
B1: [It's not her first time in a party like this usually she'd do all sorts of things to even get a ticket to these industry parties, but it's her first time being there as a V.I.P., as Datura. All these years of work and rock and roll chaos has finally payed off.
So she's celebrating and knocking back drinks.]
B2: [This is a nightclub, so many things could be heard in in-between the pounding music and the half yelled out conversations between the industry heads and the various musician between themselves. Remember... remember.... She turns over to someone to ask them about this, but she hears the same thing in her ear.]
REMEMBER WHAT?!
B3: [It hits her as soon as she leaves for the restroom, when she fixes up her makeup. Perhaps it was all the women around her, but it's something familiar. They need her, they need her... why did she leave?
And Miss Seward is at the mirror, tears forming on her heavily lined eyes.]