EXETERRPG: (16 - 1112) MS - SPC Ensign Rylee Page

[Jaclyn Smith]

NRPG: This is a dream sequence. She is still unconscious.

RPG:

Mission: The Flames of Purity

Day: 16

Stardate: 2445.09.16

(Location Unknown - Unknown - Ensign Rylee Page - 1112)

The light was bright. Almost painful. Blinking several times, Rylee opened
her eyes slowly, allowing her eyes to adjust to the brightness. Something
wasn’t right. She couldn’t quite place it.

The room was warm, filled with people in the most exquisite dresses and
suits. Silks, Satin of every colour imaginable. Some were sat on steps,
talking although it seemed as though there were no sound anywhere.

Others were dancing to music that they could hear, but she couldn’t.
Something wasn’t right. The candles on the tables, that themselves were
covered with the most pristine white linen table cloths, were floating an
inch off the table glowing with an almost preternatural light.

It was then that she noticed that the people, all of them, were wearing
masks. Some simple, some more elaborate and sculpted. The women seemed to
be holding their masks to their faces.

Raising a hand to her own face, it was then that she realised her own face
was covered with a mask. As she lifted her hand to her face, she noticed
that she was no longer wearing her uniform, nor the suit she had worn to do
the space walk but a dress, a ballgown that shimmered silver.

~What is …~ she thought to herself as she looked down at her dress.
~Something isn’t right here~

She knew. Knew that she had never been to this place, this party and yet,
somehow, she knew that she needed to be out on the dance floor with the
others dancing to the strangely silent music.

Almost as soon as that realisation hit her, a hand enveloped her own and
she was pulled onto the dance floor. A masked male took her other hand,
slipped a white gloved hand around her waist and began to dance with her.

“Wait…. I don’t know the steps.” she replied, trying to stop. The male
stopped instantly, looked down at her and removed his mask. Stepping back
slightly, she looked up into the eyes of her father but not as she knew
him. Younger, the lines on his face were gone but she knew. Rylee knew in
her soul that this was her father.

“We never know the steps in life, child. The dance of life can take
unexpected twists and turns. A partner may show when you least expect it
and the dance of life, well that’s what makes it all the more fun.” he
responded.

Suddenly, a jarring sound rang through the dance hall. The chimes of a
clock grew loud and almost piercing. Wincing slightly, Rylee covered her
ears and closed her eyes. Once again, succumbing to the blackness.

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(Posted by Jackie)
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