The gown is surprisingly comfortable. {I wonder if it is really authentic?}  she wonders, but the thought is quickly forgotten as she looks at herself in the mirror mounted on the inside of the wardrobe.<br/><br/>The rich reds, oranges and greens of the fabric seem to accentuate her natural coloring, while the bodice pushes her breasts up into the air, threatening to pop them into the air if she moves too quickly or energetically. There's a funny sort of raised collar, and long draping sleeves reach to the ground unless she wraps them on her arms. Not a bad look, she decides.<br/><br/>Suddenly the Voice says, "Weapon selection!" The wardrobe ....<em>spins</em>... and becomes a weapons rack. She spies a pair of dueling pistols, a polished steel sword, a dagger, a rapier, as well as any number of other period pieces, including battle axes, maces and morning stars. {Will I need a weapon?} she wonders, and a shivver of fear ripples through her body. {Where am I, really?}  she wonders.<br/><br/>The Voice says stridently, "Select weapon within thirty seconds!" Feeling faintly ridiculous, Z reaches  for a dagger and a rapier, recalling the fencing lessons she took many years ago. Taking an ankle sheath and a belt-worn sword sheath from the armory, she straps them on and inserts her weapons in them.<br/><br/>The wardrobe ....<em>spins</em>... again.<br/><br/><br/><hr/>This is an open thread. Please see first post for the "rules". If you have a great idea of where to take the story next, please jump in. The idea is for multiple authors to collaborate on one character. PM me if you have questions or want more details.<br/><hr/>