<b>Do you give us permission to use your posts (individual full posts or as a segment) on social media for BD? </b>Yes<br/><b>If you answered yes, how/where would you like to be credited?</b>My BD username Zulma<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Bored.<br/>She was bored.<br/>Life wasn't bad per say, but she was lacking something. 'You need someone.' repeated her mom. 'You need to find yourself.' told her therapist. 'You need nature.' advised her brother. She had played the dating game too many times to care. She was pretty sure that as a successful forty year old woman, she knew who she was. As for nature...well this was what she was trying out now! She had traded her heels for flats, a habit she had had for many years. Put your flats to get to work, put your heels once you get there. So now, here she was, dressed in a classy beige with thin navy stripes pants suit, a baby blue shirt and a beige and blue paisley tie, walking in the small natural reserve next to her office. Hands in her pocket, her magnetic key card which granted her access to the office building read: Clara Probst, senior architect, she was trying to figure out what Jeff, her brother, was babbling about with his 'go green' speech.<br/><br/>A burst of wind rustled her short auburn hair. She had worn her pixie haircut for many years and in a brisk motion she straightened it back. She sighed. This was pointless. She had a meeting in thirty minutes, what was she doing outside?! Her blue jeans eyes lifted to the skies. Clouds were gathering and she raised an eyebrow. Yup! It was going to rain. Another sigh, then a strange grin as an idea grew in her mind. Arriving soaked wet at her meeting would definitely be a first! People were so used to her being on time and dressed to a T.<br/><br/>Another gulf of wind brought the promise of rain but with it, a song. She tilted her head, her determined chin lifting slightly. With wide strides made easy by her tall, almost six feet, frame, she followed the music. Each step was quicker than the previous one until she came to a clearing with...mushrooms. She stopped, almost pouting. How anti-climatic! She was about to turn around when she found herself surrounded by leaves violently whirling around her. She couldn't move forward or back. She instinctively brought her hands to her face and closed her eyes. When she reopened them, she was stunned!<br/><br/>Her blue gaze scanned her surrounding. She was certain to have heard French (<a class="username" data-user-id="4708" data-username="@cupid" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4708/">@cupid</a>) but the thought become secondary, the moment she set her eyes upon the magnificent tree surrounded by a ruined cathedral in front of and around her. She blinked, then very slowly sat herself down in the grass. Something she would have<i>never</i>done as grass stains on a beige tailored suit are a real pain to clean!<br/>"Alright..." she said to herself. "This is...definitely something different."<br/>Before she realized it, she started chuckling somewhat maniacally.<br/>"I must be dreaming..."<br/><br/>She turned to the closest people, an older gentleman (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>) who was helping a beautiful dark beauty up her feet. Her dress was  stunning but quite inappropriate for the place. She didn't have time to question them that a rattling noise at the doors (<a class="username" data-user-id="6011" data-username="@Deviant" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6011/">@Deviant</a>) caught her attention, quickly following by unsettling giggling sounds. The soothing song was still there but the green creatures were...far too outlandish for her to pay attention to anything. She hadn't even noticed the floating lights.<br/><br/>Clara was far from being squeamish, she was used to tell customers that the ideas they had for their dream house were shitty or to her team that they needed to redo the entire plan because they made a small mistake. She liked to be in control and right now, she was definitely NOT in control.<br/>"Take it easy!" she told herself and almost sprang to her feet.<br/><br/>She moved to the black haired woman. (<a class="username" data-user-id="4708" data-username="@cupid" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4708/">@cupid</a>) "Where are we? What are those? What is this music? Who are those people? Who are you?" she questioned her, almost towering over the poor doll.