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Kat: im good, im just checkin' on you-- i saw your 'nailed it' thumbs up lol
Luna: I should be checking in on you. I thought your speech looked great.
Luna: And by great I guess I mean ideally submissive in an oppressive system?
Luna: Was that rude? Were you offended by it?
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[deleted]: i should've told her no i should've said something why can't Sir Cain be here still that would make things so much easier i wouldn't have to worry about finding people every two weeks
Jack: well i need advice
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The fresh air was invigorating as Tegan led Kat up to the rooftop greenhouse. She was suddenly glad for people like Emily, who seemed to be able to think ten steps ahead like they were born to. Her hand was warm in Kat’s and she squeezed it, feeling giddy despite the December chill. The greenhouse was warmer than outside, which she supposed was the point, and she unwound the scarf from around her neck. “I thought we could do a little plant therapy,” she said softly, gesturing at the supplies she had lain out. “And maybe a sleepover if you’re up to it?” it was nothing like the house, but there was an air mattress and a thick quilt dragged into the corner, enough to keep them warm in the insulated greenhouse. “I thought it might be nice to get away for a little bit.”
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She’d been fast asleep when the doorbell jerked her awake. There was a brief pause and then it rang again and Val finally dragged herself out of bed with a groan. With a tired eye-roll, she grabbed the silk robe off the hook in at the bedroom door and shoved her arms into it. If those were the little shits from next door again, she’d take their wine coolers and shove them so far -- “Yes?” Her voice was tight as she held the intercom phone to her ear and when she heard an unfamiliar voice utter a familiar name, the rising anger faded into something else.
“Bring her up. Third floor.” She pinched the bridge of her nose briefly before her fingers work on unlocking the door. It matters less that it’s the middle of the night now -- the fact alone that apparently Margaux thought sending Kat here was necessary put her on edge. Flinging the door open, she listened. And by the time the elevator doors sprung open on her floor, she’d scared her shoulders and listed her chin -- an air of confidence despite the fact that she was in little more than a silk robe and her hair had probably had better moments. // @katbarton
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WHO: @katbarton, @emily-barton, @maxceden, @frankie-drake, @harpersinclair, @evanalbert
WHAT: The Nameless crew has a meet up to discuss the situation.
WHEN: 11/2, Late Night
EMILY
Emily was as still as a statue, waiting for the others to arrive. She didn't know who exactly was involved yet, though she could imagine a couple. It didn't feel right to be sneaking around in the dark of night, when something was happening, but she had to. Riss was home and safe, with Tegan to watch over her. Kat needed her. "What time are we supposed to meet?"
KAT
"Anytime after ten, should be here any minute now. If something comes up, Max will text me." Kat holds up her phone, but doesn't look away from her laptop screen. "You're making me nervous. Stop it."
MAX
Max shows up alone, having pissed Harper and Evan off. As she walks towards the pair, she raises her brows, still in confusion over Emily's involvement, but doesn't say anything beyond a "Hey. Harper and Ev are on the way."
KAT
Kat looks up then, "They good? Harper didn't get caught up in the shit, did she?"
MAX
"Nope, she's as clueless too. Said she'd be late though, so maybe she's trying to see what's up." Max shrugs and takes out her phone to check for any incoming news or texts. Nothing yet.
KAT
"I've been trying to hack into the city hall security feeds since all this shit happen, but everything's down. Not like shot, cause then it'd show no signal or static or something-- but like totally fucking down." Her attention is back on the laptop. "I've got the news up in another browser. Should get an RSS alert if something is released."
EMILY
Emily doesn't do more than nod at Max, unsurprised at her presence. She didn't make it a point to know all of Kat's friends, but when said friend was a drug dealer, well she got some extra scrutiny. Her phone beeped with a message, and she turned to them. "Pull up BBC. If the news outside of the city is reporting this, there must be some credibility to it."
KAT
"BBC? Fuck--" Frantic typing and then a news feed is pulled, the volume loud enough so they could all hear. "Hostage situation... what the fuck?"
FRANKIE
Frankie finally shows up with confident grin on her face and absolutely relaxed body language, a big contrast to everyone else already there. "Hey kids. Great night for a walk, huh?" She wiggles her eyebrows playfully before leaning against a wall, looking for a pack of cigarettes. "Heard the news yet? Hostages and shit. Just awful."
EVAN
Evan was annoyed and frustrated, and really just wanted to be at home; instead she made it to the meeting area and leaned against a wall. She glanced around the room to see who was there, ignoring Max for the time being and waiting to see what would happen next, pulling out her phone to get the updated.
KAT
Kat looked up as Frankie arrived and couldn't help the crooked grin that twisted at her features. "Hey, fucker. Yeah-- we're hoping to try and figure out if it has shit to do with those weapons we found out about."
MAX
Max stays silent at first, wanting to be able to hear the news feed. Her eyes squint a little, as if it'll allow her to hear better. And when Evan and Frankie approach, she purses her lips. "Any thoughts?" She gestures to the laptop, speaking to everyone all at once.
EMILY
Emily isn't bothering to crowd around the screen, instead tapping away at her phone to send messages out. "It's too much of a coincidence not to be. Scene around City Hall isn't pretty. And I'm pretty sure that these beat cops are carrying around some of those military grade weapons." She hands her phone to Kat, zoomed in on the picture that clearly show assault rifles in the hands of uniformed officers.
FRANKIE
"So what? They brought out the big guns 'cause they knew there'd be hostages or somethin'? Doubt it." she shrugs, looking through her own phone; not at the news, or her contacts, but Instagram, going through profiles of men and women she knew at the NEPD. "Most likely the weapons would be there anyway. Unless it's all an act and that's all just an excuse to shoot something real nice, but that would be like a major conspiracy. Like, Nicolas Cage type of stuff"
HARPER
With her bag slung over her shoulder, Harper did her best to walk as inconspicuously as she could from the station to their meeting place. The NEPD was just about locked down, but more to keep people out, rather than in. At least, civilians, that is. She spots Max and Evan immediately, and recognizes most of the others- except the addition of two women she had never seen before. Resisting the urge to flash her badge, or reach for her pistol, she did her best to stay calm as she moved closer. "Damn, this shit's getting wild. Even Starbucks is closed. #smh."
KAT
Kat scrutinizes the picture and then looks up as Harper walks in, gives her a little smile and stands, laptop left on the ground. She starts pacing, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Instinct says that they got the weapons because they wanted to do something with them soon. Could lead to them using them because they knew the hostage situation was coming, but that would mean they either caused the hostage situation or planned it with another group." She shook her head. "It's too conspiracy theory-- but other evidence suggests that maybe this is the lead in to something else? Something bigger?" She looks back to Emily's phone, swiping around the photo, then starts pacing again. "Can't wrap my head around it. Harper did you find out anything?"
MAX
Max works her jaw back and forth, crossing her arms across her chest, but silent still. She's shaking but tries to hide it, opting instead to listen to the conversation happening around her, coming up with every possible scenario she could think of. When the attention turns to Harper, she takes out a cigarette and lights it. Still quiet, though.
HARPER
"Who're the newbies?" She drawled, one brow raised, her question directed to no one in particular. While she didn't regret getting involved, the more people who knew that she was, the more likely it was that her involvement might get out. And she definitely did not need that. "Not gonna lie, I was doing my actual job for most of it, but once I got the heads up, I tried to put my ear to the ground. Most of the talk is happening behind closed doors, but there's plenty of conspiracy theories traveling amongst the NEPD peasants. Which do you wanna hear 'bout first?"
KAT
"Hit me with the conspiracy theories."
EVAN
Evan took a deep breath and pushed off the wall, gathering with the group, her hands slipping into her pockets.
FRANKIE
"Hey lady, I'm Frankie Drake. I'm one of the gals," she waves childishly and goes back to what she was doing, hoping to find any indication that the cops knew about the weapons before that day. No such luck yet.
HARPER
"Sup," Harper purses her lips, unimpressed with Frankie's introduction. In a different setting, she could actually see herself getting on with the blonde, but in this particular instance, she couldn't help but feel suspicious. Still, it wasn't her operation to run, so she keeps her mouth shut about it for now. "It's everything from us to aliens. Some are saying it's a Nameless plot, and some think it's an inside job. A way to forces the public into willing submission. Honestly, all the Captains are locked up, trying to strategize, and they're bringing out the big guns. Literally. Idk where all this shit came from, but I've seen a couple of the "special ops" guys running around with semi automatics or whatever."
EMILY
Emily has kept her distance mostly until now, though she wonders whether any of them would recognize her from the tabloids. They don't really seem like the type. "Emily. I'm with her," she nods at Kat. If they need more than that, then they could kiss her ass. "So the police are clueless as usual, we've got idiots running amok in the city as usual. Lee and Covington are as good as dead and they have weapons of war. Am I missing anything?"
EVAN
"Sounds like you've got it." Evan quipped, glancing over at Emily before rubbing her forehead. "This is a shit show."
MAX
Max has her brows pinched for now, ignoring the exchange between the newbies and Harper. She knows there may not be any trust there but she trusts Kat and if Kat's bringing them in, that's enough for her. She shakes her head, "Nope. Sounds about right." She nods her head to Kat, "Anything from higher ups?" she asks, referring to anyone Kat may know higher up within the Nameless.
KAT
Kat pauses in her pacing around the warehouse to pull out her phone and get in touch. Almost immediately there's a few pings back and she shakes her head. "It's not our guys. And none of them can get into city hall feeds, either. And these fuckers are better than me. Something is going on. I don't have a good feeling about any of this."
HARPER
Harper ran a hand through her hair, her foot tapping agitatedly, itching to pace. But she held back, not wanting to let out how anxious the whole thing had her feeling. Her gut was twisting and turning, and she knew whatever was going on, couldn't be good. I've been texting the guys back at the station, but no one seems to have high enough clearance. And no one's heard from our Captain since it all went down." She paused, looking at Kat with a weary sigh. "You're sure? Because, like, this is a little intense, like damn..."
FRANKIE
Frankie's attention is piqued again when they mentioned the higher ups. As far as she knows, nothing is happening on her end as well. Probably for the best not to mention anything, though — never a good idea to overshare in places like this. "Any way of hacking the people doing the hostaging? Or the hostaged" Probably a dumb idea but what does she know? She's the one tricking people, not cellphones. "Do the sci-fi thing and turn on their microphones or somethin'"
KAT
Kat had to laugh, it wasn't funny, but.. nervous laughter was definitely a thing. "Yeah.. uhm, I could try Lee's phone? Anyone else we know in there? Covington?"
EVAN
The entire thing was a lot and Evan didn't really know what she was doing there. She rubbed at her face and bit down on her bottom lip. "Covington for sure. But I've got no idea who else is in there."
KAT
"Okay, gimme a sec." And she sat down at her laptop again, waving her hand. "Keep talking."
FRANKIE
..... "So how about them Giants, huh?"
MAX
Max quirked a brow at Frankie's quip and opened her mouth to speak but shut it quickly. It wasn't worth it, they had bigger things to worry about.
KAT
After a few minutes, Kat growled and chucked her phone across the room. "I can't get into the motherfucking COCKSUCKING phones!"
EMILY
Emily immediately crosses the room to pick up Kat's phone and pockets it. "Okay, so we know they have some kind of technical expertise. But now that we've confirmed it's not.. us," she hesitates over the word briefly. "I think the best thing we can do is get back to our lives, because meeting in a warehouse in the middle of the night looks suspicious no matter what's going on."
HARPER
Harper rolls her shoulders, letting out an exhausted sigh. This "meet up", if it could even be called that, has pretty much wasted her time. They didn't know anything, and she didn't know much of anything either. "I agree. Until we know more, there's no point in loitering around and kicking around conspiracy theories all night, ya know. We all got our contact points," She continues, looking pointedly at Max, "So maybe our best bet is to keep contact on the minimum until we've got a better feel for things." While she won't admit it, the presense of new faces had her even more on edge, and at this point, she just wants to get back to the station to try and see if she can catch word of whatever is going on.
KAT
Steeling herself, "Alright-- hold on, before we separate. I'm installing an app on your phones we can use to contact each other without being monitored by the government. I'm also gonna install some shit to help block them getting into regular texts and shit, but it's not foolproof." She went around and held out her hand for them to get her the phones. "The app allows you access IRC channels, but you can't release any personal information, and you can't use any real names. You have to have a handle. Mine's grim.angel, and that's how I keep in contact with everyone. You should already have your handle if you're in with us. If you're not, you will after they grab you."
EVAN
"Grab us?" Evan questioned, an eyebrow quirking as she looked around the room. "Fantastic. Looking forward to it." She said with a roll of her eyes.
#thread#thread: emily barton#thread: max carter#thread: harper sinclair#thread: frankie drake#thread: evan albert
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an announcement from margaux mulloy
It pains the heart to do this, truly, but alas, several of you have decided to force my hand.
Since you all are so desperate for my attention, and believe that acting like children is the way to get it, I, Mistress Margaux Mulloy, business woman and Goddess Incarnate--with my benevolent heart--see fit to give you what you seek.
Guards will be arriving within the next two hours to bring you to orientation day at the Mulloy Reform School for Insolent submissives.
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f2f [ kat & amira ]
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“Knock, knock? Special delivery for the person responsible for all my gray hairs?” Amira’s voice echoed through the tiny apartment that Kat called home. She shifted the bag of food that Kat’s sister had shoved into her arms and Amira bumped the door open with her hip. “Kat, if you’re alive, tell me you love me.”
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“So... did you make it down off the roof the other day?” Charlie asked, brows raised. “Figured if the rent a cop didn’t get you, the heat might. Glad to see that wasn’t the case...”
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FROM BOBBI to @katbarton
All given to Kat in person, with a note. “Thanks for starting the revolution. The world will never be the same. Here’s to 2020.” Also given to her with a blueberry poptart.
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@katbarton
PRIVATE: Hey sweetheart, are you okay? Is there anything I can do? Castration perhaps?
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Punishment - November 10, 2pm
WHO: Kat Barton ( @katbarton )
WHERE: Manor Park
Trigger Warnings: None
Picking her favorite metal tipped flogger and a thick, industrial sized permanent marker, Ainsley stepped out of her office. She felt herself slide further back as her more Dominant persona took the reins, preparing her mentally for the punishment she would be executing. It wasn’t her way, to present herself this way so publicly, but with the political upheaval and the crackdown on marks, she knew it was one way for her to reassert herself as a legitimate Dominant- even if it directly conflicted with her own beliefs.
Moreover, she saw opportunity, hidden beneath the undesirable. While she knew the Barton girl would suffer, she also knew that it was her choice, to continue pushing in the same manner as her friend. If they were so interested in being seen, in setting an example, perhaps she could serve two purposes in one action- to be the acting force on the immovable object that was the rebellion she was so determined to try to start.
Once Kat was brought to Manor Park, Ainsley cringed internally at the bruises and cuts already forming on the girl, but she tamped down on any sympathy she might be feeling, knowing there was no place for it in that moment. While not one for showmanship, usually, this was something entirely different. Introducing herself, she explained the situation, being sure to focus on the failures of the system that Kat exhibited, and emphasizing Kat’s position as the prodigal son of the prestigious Barton clan.
Instructing the officers to force Kat to her knees and binding her hands to a low post in front of her, Ainsley forced a bit gag in her mouth, silencing the swears being spat at her. Cutting through the back of Kat’s shirt, she pulled out her marker, writing the word “society” on her back in large, neat letters. She explains how Kat’s three crimes- disorder, disrespect, and disobedience- destroy societies. Every time she says any of those three words, Kat receives one lash from the metal tipped flogger.
As the punishment continues, she talks about how these three things and these three things alone can disrupt entire civilizations, tearing society apart at its seams. In her punishment is embedded a message Ainsley secretly hopes will be communicated to the same people she’s claiming to condemn. While she has no idea if her intentions will ever be acknowledged, or even received in any capacity, she can’t help but hope that her “lecture” might inspire some form of action.
Once the punishment is complete, Kat will have received approximately 24 lashes, her back heavily marked and bleeding in places. She also wrote the three words- disorder, disrespect, and disobedience- on her face. The bit is removed and Kat’s hands are unbound. After cleaning up her back with warm water and soap, and applying a numbing, antibiotic salve to the open wounds, she is given a loose shirt and Ansley takes her where she wishes to go, providing her caregiver with additional salve.
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Text from Kat: hey dude
Text: How are you?
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jack&kat
Jack: hey are you alright?
Jack: i've heard rumors that something happened.
Jack: just wanted to check in.
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@katbarton
If you want to use your phone tomorrow, you’ll stop now. And don’t give me any bullshit about how you don’t need a phone to communicate. Stop poking the damn dragon.
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top 5 submissives you've scened with in New Eden?
Gonna stick with 4 of the more entertaining ones.
Malia // @maliafahey
Maggie // @maggiefrightman
Kat // @katbarton
Amira // @amirarouhani
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