A college setting offers a lot of possibilites -- anything from a romantic "first true love" type story to squicky mind-control and body altering experiments conducted by mad scientists with tenure. Rachel finds herself in a well-manicured green space surrounded by a mismatched set of buildings -- neoclassical architechture, gothic, stuff that looks like Frank Lloyd Wright designed it while coming off a peyote bender, still it has a certain awkward charm.
Rachel looks around and nods approvingly. "Yeah," she tells you, "I can deal with this. You'll have your fun here, and at college I can use my mind, not just my body."
"So glad you approve," you reply sardonically. Not that you NEED her approval, of course, but the more you work with her the less she'll kvetch. "Now, let's get this story started. You might want to keep the talking to me to a minimum, or that guy over there is liable to think you're crazy."
Rachel looks over to see a guy with a black pony-tail and a biker jacket over a t-shirt with a picture of Beethoven on it ambling in her general direction. That reminds you -- you never did dress Rachel. "Looks like I forgot something," you admit to her. "Or would you rather meet him naked?"
"Eep!" screams Rachel, trying to cover herself up. You've never actually heard a real person make that sound... of course technically you still haven't, Rachel being fictional and all. "Clothes please!" she begs.
"Well, you did say 'please,' " you admit, and Rachel is wearing a knee-length denim skirt and baby-doll t-shirt, also with a picture of Beethoven on it. "There," you say, something for you two to talk about."
"Thanks," Rachel whispers. "Umm... could I have some underwear too, please?"
"As long as it's slutty," you reply.
"Fine!" she says desperately. "Make it as slutty as you want, just give me some support here." Well, since she put it that way... lacy black bra and G-string it is. Now, story time.
The guy walks over. He's kind of pale and skinny, but exudes a certain confidence and sense of wiry strength.
"Hi," he says, "I'm Matt." He offers his hand, which Rachael shakes. "I hope it's not too freaky, a strange guy walking up to you late at night, like this, but I saw your t-shirt and just had to ask if you'd..." |