Note to self: learn Morse code beyond just the SOS, and teach it to other people.
She thumps on the door a couple times, hopefully indicating to whoever's on the other side that she's heard them, then takes a step back to examine the door. The last time she'd encountered one in a not-quite-dream, it had been unlocked, all it had needed was for her to turn the handle and step through. This one probably isn't going to be that easy. If only she had--
Wait. Is this reality as she knows it on the Rig? It's somewhere between a dream and a projection of the future and maybe a third thing entirely. Do the rules she's adapted to in her time here still apply? There's one easy way to find out.
Stacia rolls her shoulders and pushes her hair back with both hands, shifting herself to the mindset of Stacia Nothing-to-See-Here, Athro of the Shadow Lords. With her hair pushed back, she can't tell if it starts streaking itself blond, the way it's done before in weird spiritual liminal spaces. She concentrates on the lock and reaches for the idea of Open Seal.
One of the first Gifts she'd learned when she'd officially joined the Garou Nation, she'd still been angry about everything, about what was being asked of her, but she'd seen horrible things already and what was she going to do, pretend it wasn't happening? Pretend there weren't things out there who wanted to destroy her and her family and everyone she knew? No, she wasn't going to, and she needed to be able to get through locked doors to do it, to bend the mechanisms or code with nothing more than a spiritual effort, a flex of something between a muscle and an act of will. She'd learned it from a raccoon spirit, with its creepy-clever hands and its mouth full of sandwich enchanted so it could be shared with something other-than-physical. She'd opened better locks for less reason, she was a Ragabash and all locks fell before her, she had every confidence that this one would be no different...
Re: FUTURE
She thumps on the door a couple times, hopefully indicating to whoever's on the other side that she's heard them, then takes a step back to examine the door. The last time she'd encountered one in a not-quite-dream, it had been unlocked, all it had needed was for her to turn the handle and step through. This one probably isn't going to be that easy. If only she had--
Wait. Is this reality as she knows it on the Rig? It's somewhere between a dream and a projection of the future and maybe a third thing entirely. Do the rules she's adapted to in her time here still apply? There's one easy way to find out.
Stacia rolls her shoulders and pushes her hair back with both hands, shifting herself to the mindset of Stacia Nothing-to-See-Here, Athro of the Shadow Lords. With her hair pushed back, she can't tell if it starts streaking itself blond, the way it's done before in weird spiritual liminal spaces. She concentrates on the lock and reaches for the idea of Open Seal.
One of the first Gifts she'd learned when she'd officially joined the Garou Nation, she'd still been angry about everything, about what was being asked of her, but she'd seen horrible things already and what was she going to do, pretend it wasn't happening? Pretend there weren't things out there who wanted to destroy her and her family and everyone she knew? No, she wasn't going to, and she needed to be able to get through locked doors to do it, to bend the mechanisms or code with nothing more than a spiritual effort, a flex of something between a muscle and an act of will. She'd learned it from a raccoon spirit, with its creepy-clever hands and its mouth full of sandwich enchanted so it could be shared with something other-than-physical. She'd opened better locks for less reason, she was a Ragabash and all locks fell before her, she had every confidence that this one would be no different...