[A mildly traumatized vestal virgin, recently escaped from her convent after a highly corrupt church ordered the death of everyone within. After a lifetime of ascetic discipline, Junia has had a holy revelation that love and lust and pleasure are nothing to be ashamed of. With no home to go back to, she has set out to experience the world that was always hidden outside the convent's walls.]
-1: Enchanted Icebreaker-
Junia sat on the train, feeling extremely overwhelmed. She had eventually managed to get her aXess link into something shaped like a holy book, which felt at least a little bit familiar to her. Various functions could be accessed by turning holographic "pages".
At the moment, it was sitting on the seat next to her, on top of what looked like another actual holy book, of parchment and leather. Both were forgotten while Junia hugged herself, doing her best to blot out the incomprehensible blur of lights and colors and sounds this bizarre city offered out the windows. She couldn't focus on it.
She couldn't focus on anything except that the Light was gone.
It had been subtly guiding her steps for weeks, now. A metaphysical warmth shining on her soul and anchoring her whenever the sheer awfulness of everything had felt like too much to bear. It had let her perform miracles, healing the sick and pushing back the unholy. But ever since she had gone through that strange portal, it had been gone. There was plenty of light here, but it all felt like a pale mockery of the true Light.
She could probably use someone to talk to.
-2: Rooms With A View-
This was all A Lot, but Junia was doing her best to adapt. After much coaching, she had finally gotten the hang of the controls for customizing her room and come up with...well, it was something.
The room was bare stone, with naught but a desk for writing on, an oil lamp, and a thin mattress on the ground. A small window in the wall let in warm sunlight, keeping it from feeling TOO actively oppressive, but this was clearly not the lair of someone used to entertaining guests or, apparently, herself.
After staring at it for a moment, Junia hit the button to get rid of everything, setting the room back to the bare factory settings so she could start over from scratch.
"No," she muttered, "going back is not the way. Maybe something with satin..."
-3: The Blender (NSFW)-
"Sticking out like a nun in a sex club" is normally a figure of speech, but here she is. She at least left her armor, mace, and holy book in her room, but even so divested Junia is still wearing the least revealing clothes in the club, wrapped up in her holy robes and headwrap. She had come prepared for people to mock her modest dress, but had encountered quite the opposite reactions. People found her concealing outfit to be mysterious, rather than prudish, and at least two people had uttered the words "sexy nun."
Junia wasn't sure what was sexy about nuns, but she had already had two offers from people who wanted to get down on their knees. Or possibly to get her on HER knees? She was pretty sure it was some kind of sexual innuendo, but hadn't worked up the nerve to say yes to anyone QUITE yet.
The glass of fruit punch spiked with verve coursing through her veins was eroding at that decision, but for the MOMENT she was content to just...wallflower a bit and consider her options through her AR glasses. The things she was seeing here were beyond her wildest fantasies!
Eventually she made an attempt. Actually propositioning someone from the get go still felt...intimidating, but there was someone else here who also looked a bit nervous (you), and that seemed like a good of an icebreaker as anything.
"This place is...quite imaginative, isn't it?"
...Look, they don't teach you how to flirt at a nunnery.
-42069: Wildcard!-
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Junia | Darkest Dungeon
-1: Enchanted Icebreaker-
Junia sat on the train, feeling extremely overwhelmed. She had eventually managed to get her aXess link into something shaped like a holy book, which felt at least a little bit familiar to her. Various functions could be accessed by turning holographic "pages".
At the moment, it was sitting on the seat next to her, on top of what looked like another actual holy book, of parchment and leather. Both were forgotten while Junia hugged herself, doing her best to blot out the incomprehensible blur of lights and colors and sounds this bizarre city offered out the windows. She couldn't focus on it.
She couldn't focus on anything except that the Light was gone.
It had been subtly guiding her steps for weeks, now. A metaphysical warmth shining on her soul and anchoring her whenever the sheer awfulness of everything had felt like too much to bear. It had let her perform miracles, healing the sick and pushing back the unholy. But ever since she had gone through that strange portal, it had been gone. There was plenty of light here, but it all felt like a pale mockery of the true Light.
She could probably use someone to talk to.
-2: Rooms With A View-
This was all A Lot, but Junia was doing her best to adapt. After much coaching, she had finally gotten the hang of the controls for customizing her room and come up with...well, it was something.
The room was bare stone, with naught but a desk for writing on, an oil lamp, and a thin mattress on the ground. A small window in the wall let in warm sunlight, keeping it from feeling TOO actively oppressive, but this was clearly not the lair of someone used to entertaining guests or, apparently, herself.
After staring at it for a moment, Junia hit the button to get rid of everything, setting the room back to the bare factory settings so she could start over from scratch.
"No," she muttered, "going back is not the way. Maybe something with satin..."
-3: The Blender (NSFW)-
"Sticking out like a nun in a sex club" is normally a figure of speech, but here she is. She at least left her armor, mace, and holy book in her room, but even so divested Junia is still wearing the least revealing clothes in the club, wrapped up in her holy robes and headwrap. She had come prepared for people to mock her modest dress, but had encountered quite the opposite reactions. People found her concealing outfit to be mysterious, rather than prudish, and at least two people had uttered the words "sexy nun."
Junia wasn't sure what was sexy about nuns, but she had already had two offers from people who wanted to get down on their knees. Or possibly to get her on HER knees? She was pretty sure it was some kind of sexual innuendo, but hadn't worked up the nerve to say yes to anyone QUITE yet.
The glass of fruit punch spiked with verve coursing through her veins was eroding at that decision, but for the MOMENT she was content to just...wallflower a bit and consider her options through her AR glasses. The things she was seeing here were beyond her wildest fantasies!
Eventually she made an attempt. Actually propositioning someone from the get go still felt...intimidating, but there was someone else here who also looked a bit nervous (you), and that seemed like a good of an icebreaker as anything.
"This place is...quite imaginative, isn't it?"
...Look, they don't teach you how to flirt at a nunnery.
-42069: Wildcard!-
Or feel free to make up your own starter! I put everything in prose here because I like prose, but don't feel compelled to reply in the same way! If you use action brackets, I'll respond in kind!