-Capital Crocus, nightfall-
Wearing a new white Steel Matron t-shirt under her gray hoodie with black skirt and bike shorts on underneath the skirt, "Tall Victoria" walked into Capital Crocus with a bottle of Albino Gander vodka in her right hand and a gray messenger bag in which she carried another bottle of Albino Gander in case the first ran out. She walked into the city of her birth and found that it was decorated for Christmas and packed with Christmas revelers. She could hear Christmas carols being sung and could see people dressed in a mix of everyday clothing, those tacky Christmas sweaters, and a few people dressed in red-and-white clothing.
Long ago Victoria had wanted to leave the place and never come back, but lately she had been coming here an awful lot. First she had been called here to meet Eugene Richardson, the former university professor turned recluse who had turned her into "Normal Victoria" at the the request of her parents when she was six years old. Then she met with a lawyer and family friend named Thomas Montgomery to undergo a battery of questions asked by a mage who could tell the truth and undergo two forms of DNA testing to prove that she was Victoria Sheridan. After all of that was over she had finally learned the names of her birth parents. Her father was named Phillip and her mother was named Octavia.
Victoria had also learned that her father Phillip had the same proclivity for drinking alcohol as she did. She wondered what kind of alcohol her late father liked, but she would have to find that out later. Right now she needed an infusion of holiday spirit... or spirits, to be more precise.
Victoria unscrewed the bottle of Albino Gander in her right hand and brought the lip of the bottle to her mouth, taking a swig of the vodka she carried. She tightly screwed the cap back on and put it in her messenger bag, then walked towards a giant Christmas tree that was drawing her attention. It was lit with numerous lights and there was a Christmas tree decorating contest going on with a lot of smaller trees set aside for just that purpose, but Victoria was not particularly interested in decorating a Christmas tree. An activity that was much more to her liking was called "Guess The Gift", an activity of a nature that was self-explanatory and that did not challenge her anemic decorating skills.
Victoria casually walked up to an older gray-haired woman dressed as Mrs. Claus and the woman spoke to her.
"Hello, Dearie. Would you like to play Guess The Gift?" The older woman asked Victoria. The brunette nodded.
"OK, Dearie. Pick a gift box, any gift box, and try to guess what's inside of it! But don't cheat!" The woman laid down the rules of the game. Victoria nodded and walked over to a medium-sized red box with green ribbon sitting on a pile of presents and picked it up. She felt reasonably confident about this box. She felt that it might contain a desirable prize and not some gag gift like a tacky Christmas sweater, socks, or undergarments.
[Post Word Count: 534]
[Victoria's Word Count: 534/2,000]
Wearing a new white Steel Matron t-shirt under her gray hoodie with black skirt and bike shorts on underneath the skirt, "Tall Victoria" walked into Capital Crocus with a bottle of Albino Gander vodka in her right hand and a gray messenger bag in which she carried another bottle of Albino Gander in case the first ran out. She walked into the city of her birth and found that it was decorated for Christmas and packed with Christmas revelers. She could hear Christmas carols being sung and could see people dressed in a mix of everyday clothing, those tacky Christmas sweaters, and a few people dressed in red-and-white clothing.
Long ago Victoria had wanted to leave the place and never come back, but lately she had been coming here an awful lot. First she had been called here to meet Eugene Richardson, the former university professor turned recluse who had turned her into "Normal Victoria" at the the request of her parents when she was six years old. Then she met with a lawyer and family friend named Thomas Montgomery to undergo a battery of questions asked by a mage who could tell the truth and undergo two forms of DNA testing to prove that she was Victoria Sheridan. After all of that was over she had finally learned the names of her birth parents. Her father was named Phillip and her mother was named Octavia.
Victoria had also learned that her father Phillip had the same proclivity for drinking alcohol as she did. She wondered what kind of alcohol her late father liked, but she would have to find that out later. Right now she needed an infusion of holiday spirit... or spirits, to be more precise.
Victoria unscrewed the bottle of Albino Gander in her right hand and brought the lip of the bottle to her mouth, taking a swig of the vodka she carried. She tightly screwed the cap back on and put it in her messenger bag, then walked towards a giant Christmas tree that was drawing her attention. It was lit with numerous lights and there was a Christmas tree decorating contest going on with a lot of smaller trees set aside for just that purpose, but Victoria was not particularly interested in decorating a Christmas tree. An activity that was much more to her liking was called "Guess The Gift", an activity of a nature that was self-explanatory and that did not challenge her anemic decorating skills.
Victoria casually walked up to an older gray-haired woman dressed as Mrs. Claus and the woman spoke to her.
"Hello, Dearie. Would you like to play Guess The Gift?" The older woman asked Victoria. The brunette nodded.
"OK, Dearie. Pick a gift box, any gift box, and try to guess what's inside of it! But don't cheat!" The woman laid down the rules of the game. Victoria nodded and walked over to a medium-sized red box with green ribbon sitting on a pile of presents and picked it up. She felt reasonably confident about this box. She felt that it might contain a desirable prize and not some gag gift like a tacky Christmas sweater, socks, or undergarments.
[Post Word Count: 534]
[Victoria's Word Count: 534/2,000]