<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Monsterpoh06.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle received a foretelling, someone will get killed protecting Evan. | She is sans her lace jacket, having lost it at the Rave. | Danielle is cashing in a debt from Anoushka Chockalingam, for use of her artifact, the Dream Weaver. | Taryn is Lending Danielle a Hand by giving a basic massage. | Danielle rolled a 12 for Escape A Situation.</em><br/><hr/>Danielle took the second round of vodka, not surprised that in this dream state, she wasn't the lightweight that she was in real life. She shared one last longing gaze at Rusya, though not a romantic one, but one of two parties having come to an agreement. As soon as the fiery liquid was down her perfected, yet dreamy throat, the scene around her including Rusya began to fade and wisp away, as if it was simply a figment of her imagination. She opened eyelids that seemed to have a heavy quality to them, but when she opened them to enter wakefulness, there was no ounce of weight pulling them closed. And then she was back in the private room, Anoushka sitting in the corner, her gaze intently piercing into Danielle, as if she wished to see what she had seen. The Dream Weaver was still in her hands, but even though she held it in her wakefulness, there was no feeling like it would activate again. The gems mounted on the two strings hanging from the hoop's bottom portion did not feel like they were calling to her like before. She couldn't explain it, but the thought in her mind was that an artifact such as this contained a charge that replenished over time and using it right after it had been activated previously would result in nothing happening.<br/><br/>Danielle placed the hoop on the table and suddenly felt her throat was parched, as if she had been back in Death Valley without having had a drink prior. Then she remembered the shots of vodka that she had knocked back in her dream. It was curious to think that her throat had been dehydrated by what happened in the dream, much like the injury Neo sustained from failing to bound from one building's rooftop to the other. Fortunately a platter with tea was placed before her, Fiona's hands sliding it across the table. She lifted her head and would attempt to utter her thanks, but due to her throat being terribly dry, nothing but a raspy response escaped her lips. Danielle quickly placed a spoonful of honey into a teacup with what appeared to be green-tea-infused water, her hands shaking a bit, owing to a bit of desperation to rehydrate her vocal cords.<br/><br/>She downed the tea, throwing caution to the wind and not caring at all at how hot the liquid could be. Fortunately, the tea was made a few minutes before she reimerged from the dream, allowing it to cool down in the air of the private room. Almost miraculously, Danielle could sense that her vocal cords gained the necessary vibration to properly form the sounds she was used to when communicating. And she wasted no time debriefing her dream to the others.<br/><br/><strong>"It was very trippy. The pen helped pinpoint me to Rusya and I was able to speak to him. He invited me to his club, so we could speak properly in the real world,"</strong>Danielle explained.<strong>"With this we certainly have a <em>woman</em> on the inside. Before I can strike a bargain with him, he wants to see my powers for himself."</strong><br/><br/>Danielle relaxed, letting the two other women add in their thoughts and whatever plans they may have, given the new information and the opportunity presented to the oracle. Anoushka was busy wrapping up the Dream Weaver back in its cloth.