majus
CHYOA Guru
The slap made Nami gasp, and the commanding tone of Thassco’s words sent her all but scurrying to obey. She scooped up her medical bag and hurried out of the room, with barely a glance back.
Once inside her living quarters, with the door closed, she allowed herself a moment to lean against the wall and breathe. Inside her own ship, her very home – he’d treated it, and her, like his property. Just thinking about it made her shudder. She’d desperately hoped to get him to leave, to give her some space, but just being out of his sight felt like a mercy right now.
Or – was she out of his sight? In a sudden panic, she found herself scanning around for anything out of place – any sign that Thassco could have found time to sneak some kind of snooping device into here…
Throw - 7
Vs DC 10 (?) - fail
Vs DC 13 (??) - fail
Vs DC 10 (?) - fail
Vs DC 13 (??) - fail
Nami's eyes darted around her quarters. Around her datapads sprawled on the table, the clothes on the bed, the sheets she left ruffled, the opened drawer with a collection of her sex toys, unfinished breakfast laying on the desk with a cup of caff.
Everything seemed to be in order. Nothing seemed to have been moved.