Yes, as Lex mentioned, it was a –very- exciting day for me – I’d actually say it’s some of the best hypno I’ve had so far (though I –am- still on a high from it, so I’m slightly biased).
We were invited out for a get-together of a load of Lex’s entended family; some of them I’d met briefly at previous gatherings, most of them though, I knew I wouldn’t know. I don’t mind doing the awkward ‘party mingling’ thing occasionally, and can usually strike up conversations with most people when I set my mind to it. It’s just easier to sit with Lex sometimes and chat amongst ourselves.
I was feeling rather mischievous when I arrived, and after a wedding a week or so ago where I’d done the whole ‘mingling’ thing with a load of Lex’s old Uni buddies, I decided I wanted to do something different. Since it’s a rare occasion when I actually –ask- for a trance, I thought I’d break the mould and just come straight out with exactly what I wanted.
So, as everyone was sitting down, I leaned over to Lex and in effect, ‘dared’ him to trance me in front of everyone (giving me a fun way out of the boredom factor). I’d like to point out now that he’s done some ad-libbing with the dialogue, but then again, it –was- 2am when he was writing it, and he’s usually in bed by that time ;)
(I'm writing this at 4am and I'm fine!)
I really thought the idea of being blank and mindless in front of everyone was quite exciting, and rather hot. I love the whole “if they only knew…” aspect of the ‘secret side’ to our lives, and this was a great way to play with it.
I don’t care much for the term ‘zombie slave’, so I don’t quite know why I went along with that as the term. It certainly wasn’t a term –I- originally came out with (as Lex has portrayed in –his- account of things). I –hate- zombie games, and I’d rather think of it as ‘blank and mindless’ than a ‘zombie state’. Either way, there were lots of pretty candles around, and soon the flame had that glowing nimbus around it that occurs when your eyes blur, and then….
….Well, the whole things kinda fuzzy really. If I actually think about it, from beginning that trance, I was hypnotised until he’d finished with Adara, which was about 2 hours later. So, I think that gets points for the longest period of time I’ve been hypnotised. As I awoke from being Adara, I’d completely forgotten about the whole get-together, since to me, I wasn’t there for most of it, so there wasn’t as much of a pull to try and remember as there would have been if I’d have received tid-bits of information.
Pretty much all I remember is bits and pieces of conversation I had with a few of the people there; I think it was Pet doing the speaking, but you’d have to ask Lex about that. I tend not to delve too deeply with regards to her, since the thought of having someone else inside my head voice themselves without my knowledge is a –tad- spooky. So the entire get-together wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be really ;)
Well, in my opinion…If he gets to trigger me left, right, and centre, then I’m probably long overdue some trances that are slightly more ‘selfish’ – so to speak.
Now, onto Adara.
I can’t tell you much about the actual -suggestion-, though it seems Lex has pretty much done that already, so I’m covered (Woo hoo!). It’s strange really, I remember creating this backstory for my character instantly. I don’t know how much influence Lex had on that backstory, but it all just kind of fell into place (admittedly, largely based around Garrett himself).
Adara had no last name; she had dropped it long ago when she had disowned her parents and family. All rich nobles, they scoffed the poor and needy, and had taken part in some –very- dodgy dealing in their time. They upheld their good name on threats and false smiles, and about the age of 11, Adara snuck out of her home, vowing never to return. On the streets of the City, she learnt to survive on her wit and cunning, and become proficient in the ways of thievery, progressing in her new trade as she grew. Her fences on the Black Market knew her well, and she had made a local name for herself (a name which, although was encumbersome for travelling sometimes, gave her a small jolt of pride as she walked past her face upon a wanted poster).
I had my objective, and I’d accepted my task: I was to break into the house of Mr Mesmer, a crooked illusionist for the nobles. Rumour has it that his ‘shows’ always left the nobles a little short-changed – in more ways than one. Now, I don’t know about his ‘power’, but I knew that he’d left his shows a wealthy man, and it was my job to relieve him of some of his ‘unwanted teasures’. Besides, I had a reputation to uphold, and stealing from a thief added an amusing twist to my actions. I was out to collect 10 pieces of his stolen loot, and a golden pen he carried about his person. For others, it would have seemed an impossible task, to me though, I was the master thief. Hidden in the shadows, I stood in the doorway to his house.
I stepped into the hallway. It was late evening, and although the lighting wasn’t as kind as it would have been at night, there were enough shadowy places to conceal myself in.
(Actually, it was about 4pm, so in summer, it’s completely bright. I later found out that Lex had tried to make me see the place at night, but I told him I couldn’t picture it, so he’d just told me it’d look darker than it really was.)
Although I knew the layout of the house in the back of my mind somewhere, my decisions for deciding upon which rooms to loot first were entirely based upon ease of travel and the lcoation of occupants. The hallway opened out into the kitchen, and required no lockpicking, whereas the door to my right did, so the kitchen was my first point of call.
I heard someone moving upstairs – whether it was Mr Mesmer or one of his personal guards, I didn’t know. All I knew is that whilst thye were upstairs, I didn’t have as much to worry about. Spotting the loot, I pocketed it and continued my search for the items I needed. I’ll give Lex his due, he –does- play a fairly good guard; coming out with cleched lines from the game, and a typical way of ‘searching’, it wasn’t hard to sneak past him. I kept low, and kept to the shadows, or shrank back against the wall. It seemed that Mr Mesmer was alone tonight- all the better, I thought. Less guards meant less chance of detection.
I tell you what, I’ve never been so aware of how noisy footsteps are around the house. With wooden floor especially, it wasn’t easy keeping quiet. On hindsight, I should have taken my shoes off, but with the level of intelligence this guy had, I didn’t think I’d have much trouble.
After all the items had been collected, I just had one more to go; the Golden Pen. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but he was facing away from the door as I entered (and yes, in answer to his comment about the blackjack, I’d considered a number of times conking him over the head and just being done with it, but didn’t have my weapon handy, so I had to resort to sheer stealth). It was rather annoying having him move the pen several times, even at one point putting it in his mouth! But he eventually laid it down, and I reached out to get it and…
Bam! I felt his hand clasp around my wrist.
“Aha! What do we have here?!”
I froze, looking down at the hand that tightened around mine. Should I scream? No, there could be more guards stationed nearby. Should I try and fight him off? The grip of his hand suggested it wouldn’t be an easy fight, and it’d be best if I waited until he left himself open – especially since I’d come without my weapons tonight. So I froze, silent.
“I –knew- I could hear noises! And here you are, stealing my things!” he continued.
“’Stealing’ would require ownership, an ownership you yourself failed to aquire.”
“I think you’ll find my guests were –happy- to have their items in my possession, girl.” He replied with a smile.
He then took out a coin from my pouch I’d been using and held it in front of my eyes, moving it this way and that in front of my vision.
“No matter, for soon you’ll experience the same. I could –use- someone with your…ahh…-talent-.”
“Your sorcery has no affect on me, witch.” I spat back at him, the hatred burning in my eyes. I loathed this man. His smarmy, smug demeanour and his rancid breath as he eyed me up like a piece of meat; his eyes lighting up as he surveyed my body from head to toe- it looked as if he were about to lick his lips. I’d heard the rumours, and whether or not –I- believed in his power was irrelevent, since –he- believed in it enough for the both of us, and his whole attitude reflected his confidence. He came within inches of my face as he spoke to me, the grip still on my arm and my hatred for this filthy curr that had caught me growing ever more.
Mr Mesmer continued with his induction, and whilst inside, my mind seemed to be still my own. I couldn’t look away from the shiny coin. It never stopped moving, and the light from the window behind me caught it occasionally, making it sparkle. I was a theif, afterall, and sparkly things were what I lived for.
Soon he told me that a thief needed to travel light, and the lightest method of travel was to be naked. And of course, he was right. –That- must have been why he heard me! I hastened to remove my clothing as he told me of the wonderful new life I’d lead with him. I’d be his assistant by day, aiding him in his shows for the nobles, and his thief by night, stealing into the houses of the weak-minded nobles and relieving them of their valuables. In between of course, I’d be his plaything, his maid, and of course his sex slave; ready and waiting to please him whenever and however he saw fit.
The whole scene was so vivid for me, and the backstory for our characters made it so much fun to play. It was some of the best fun I’ve had with hypnosis in a long while, and I’m –definitely- marking down hypno-RPing as a future must! Whether it be more adventures from our little thief, Adara or some new fun with different characters, I’m certainly looking forward to any more of it we do.