The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)
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				Title: <strong>The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 06:18:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://blog.oregonlive.com/peteramescarlin/2007/11/medium_270px-Faith-buffy.jpg)</div><br>"How do you feel today?" Dr. Arkham asked her as she paced the room. 'Bree' was at her usual weekly session with him. Talking a lot and letting him make a lot of notes on his computer as she paced. <br><br>"Oh the usual. A bit muddled some mornings. Mom and Dad do the weekly conference call but tell me to stay at the beach house." She said with a shrug. "The meds are making me feel a bit wooly. A few of them really knock me back hard." Brittany Anne Harkness sat down where the doctor pointed for her to sit. <br><br>"And?" <br><br>"I'm staying on them. Honest. I really am." She said grumpily. "I hate feeling woolly, the trainer who my folks send to see me work out three times a week runs me till I drop." She rolled her eyes. <br><br>"Problems with him?"<br><br>"I think Mom wants me to bang him. Apparently before the 'accident' I was a lot more.. like her." She said with a sigh. <br><br>"And you're not interested in guys?"<br><br>"I just.. don't feel the itch I guess." She said as she tried to explain her alienation. The drugs didn't help any of her issues. She was usually up at dawn, worked on her online classes to keep up the conditions of her having the beach house. She was running out of electives though. Sooner or later she'd have to settle on a degree.&nbsp; Minimum of two courses a semester with a minimum of a 'B' got her the beach house, a car, a stipend and apparently weekly phone calls from mom. Not that she felt any real connection with her parents. Or anything in her life.<br><strong><br><em>Dizziness. Eyes that bled to utter blackness locking with her. A twisting falling sensation that felt like she was being torn to pieces and being rebuilt. Then the pang of a needle as something was jabbed in her restrained arm and a wash of warm nothingness that rose up to drown her...&nbsp; </em></strong><br><br>"Bree?" The doctor's voice broke the vision as she nearly saw the face that hovered over her as the drugs drug her down to death. <br><br>"Oh sorry, another flashback." She said with as sigh as she twisted her hands, wringing her fingers back and forth.<br><br>"Same as ever, trying to see the man who nearly killed you?" <br><br>"Yeah." She said, her voice going husky. Something was so.. immediate about the whole scene. They, the doctors called it Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. She simply called it the vision 'the threshold'. She didn't tell them that, she had learned enough to know that you didn't tell things like that to the shrinks. Not if you want out and off the meds. <br><br>"You'll need to let it go, you know that." He said patiently. She shrugged. Another point of contention between them, but at least he 'showed progress' and got her out. Most of it was her keeping her mouth shut and obliging the parents demands. Drug screening, check ins, weekly therapy sessions and the rest. His clock beeped as he looked over. "Well that is that. See you next week. And let's try cutting back on your meds. I want to see you ease back on some of them and see if you can handle real life a bit more." He wrote something down and handed her the slip. "If things get too much I want you to call."<br><br>"Sure thing doc." She said with a smile as she head out of his off and turned on her iPhone. She checked her messages as she headed out to her car, curious to see what else was going on. Things were looking up, she told herself as she walked out to her Cooper and got in. Maybe with the new med script she could start working on remembering more about what happened months ago. <br><br>Because she sure as hell was going to figure out what happened. 
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				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 07:03:33</strong>
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				There were three text messages waiting for Brittany.<br><br>From: Mom Subject: Aunt deirdre was nagging at me about what a failure you are...<br><br>From: Jason Subject: Hey Bree, It's Jason. You've been making good progress and I...<br><br>From: Jazz Subject: Are you still alive? I'd heard you'd gone all voodoo cultist but... <br><br>Opening the messages would reveal the following contents.<br><br>From: Mom <br><br>Aunty deirdre was nagging at me about what a failure you are again and I got so sick of it, you know how she can be, so I told her you'd really shaped up your act lately, stopped hanging out with those hooligans and drug addicts and were shaping up to be a proper lady. Needless to say she didn't believe it and she mentioned her grandson, Danny, was living near you and suggested she have him check up on you. Now you know how much of a weasel Danny is, can hardly believe he's related, but his grandmothers always spoiled him and you can't doubt he'll report even the littlest thing out of place and than I'll have to hear about it for months. So I want you to be on your best behaviour for the next couple of weeks, who knows when he'll show up. That means no boys, no parties, and least of all none of that tasteless clothing you're so fond of. You need to look the part, not just act it. If you slip up you'll be hearing from me! <br><br>From: Jason <br><br>Hey Bree, It's Jason. You've been making good progress and I was wondering if you might like to try something a little different for your next session with me. I know your parents don't want you out on the town having fun, but they've left your rehabilitation in my hands and I just happen to have 2 tickets to that little amusement park on the other side of town, you know the one. Would you mind missing out on your normal session and spending the day with me next wednesday?<br><br>From: Jazz <br><br>Are you still alive? I'd heard you'd gone all voodoo cultist and od'd but GC swore he saw you coming out of some shrinks place last week. I'd practically forgotten about you myself, it being over a year and all, but after you got in with that cult and stopped responding to messages the Band and I were right worried about you girl. I remembered I still had you on my contacts and thought I'd give you a shout. Don't be a stranger.<br><br><br><br>Her mother and trainer were obvious enough, but this Jazz wasn't ringing any bells in Brittany's memory. His name was obviously saved in her contacts though, and she'd probably realize she hadn't gone through her phone's contacts in the time since she'd gotten out of the clinic. She couldn't remember much about this Aunty Deirdre or ... cousin? Danny either, but her mother was always going on about people Brittany didn't much care about like they were close personal friends of everyone.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 16:15:50</strong>
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				<strong>A few hours later, at the beach house</strong><br><br><br>Bree sat down in front of her computer, and toweled off her hair. She didn't like it long but it was on the 'list' that she kept in her head. The 'things that set mother off' list. She figured a bit of long hair was a bit more acceptable than returning to some of her prior habits that she found distasteful. Like her fashion tastes in the past. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/eliza_dushku(1).jpg)</div><em>What was I thinking?</em> She thought to herself as she recalled some of the stuff she had thrown out after getting out of the institute. Not that she recalled much of the time before the Doc pulled her out of hell. She didn't recall a lot from before waking up in the ECT<sub>1</sub> lab at the institute. From there on it was like she was someone else, someone new. Nothing stood out in her life to help her reconnect to it. It was like she had been wiped clean.<br><br>Shaking her head, she pulled up one of her 'road maps'. She had been building these for a while since coming home to the beach house.&nbsp; She started with the one on 'family'. She sighed as she took in extensive family tree again, looking over to her mother's 'Aunt Diedre.' From there she looked over the notes she had made on her aunt and then to her lovely cousin Danny, who it seems was a weasel. <br><br>"You, Donny, I don't mind not remembering." She told the image as she logged onto her online classes and typed out a few posts for the discussion. She was a week ahead of the classes on assignments, so all she really had to do was discussion work. Then it was time to dive into her old emails to see if she knew this 'Jazz'.&nbsp; Along with a hop over to 'old' Bree's MySpace and Facebook pages. She apparently had been quite the social butterfly once. She frowned at the email as she looked through the content again and again. There was a few points that stood out. 'The Band' and a cult. Her watch beeped and she sighed. Time to go running, she thought as she stood up and stretched. Walking out to the patio, she went through her routine as she mulled over her situation. <br><br>Whenever mom sent emails like that, she typically made an appearance to 'catch up'. That meant another 'shopping expedition' as she fished around to see how Bree was doing. Bree mulled that over as she slipped her phone in her jogging case and popped in her ear buds and started up her running mix. She looked forward and dreaded those visits. <br><br>On the one hand, she was able to learn more about the girl she was. Bree took off at a good clip as she considered what to ask or fish for this time. On the other hand, she had to listen to how much she had lost. The undercurrent of disappointment as she consistently failed to respond the way her mother expected. The email from Jazz gave her some serious options to pursue if she was willing to chase them down. Question was how to approach him? <br><br>"Sure, just ask to meet him at Gino's for lunch and explain how you were kidnapped, drugged, nearly killed and then some quack accidentally wiped you clean of everything before last year." She muttered to herself as she ran along the beach. That was the big problem, she didn't have any connections. No idea on what to watch out for. She stopped at the halfway point of her run and tapped out a message to Jazz.<br><br>Short, sweet and to the point, asking to meet him for a late lunch at Gino's, the Italian place up the beach. Turning to run back down the beach, she sighed as she felt that she had made a bit of progress. <br><br>"Time to start looking into what I've lost." She told herself, maybe she would take up the doc on the amusement park as well. Time to learn to deal with the world.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><sub>1</sub> ECT: Electro Convulsive Therapy ie..Shock therapy <br>﻿
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 17:58:10</strong>
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				Leather, skimpy, and scandalous seemed to be the three flavors of clothing the "old" Brittany had been fond of, and you'd had to dig through boxes deep in the back of the closet to find anything else at all, including a few gift boxes from her mother that had never even been opened.<br><br>Deirdre was Brittany's Great Aunt, which made Danny her third cousin. Her mother was constantly venting about Great Aunt Deirdre for some reason or another, but this was the first time she'd mentioned Danny in all of your "conversations" with her. Not that they were much in the way of conversations, more of a political game or back and forth interrogations.<br><br>The old e-mails weren't much help, Brittany had apparently cleaned her inbox out on a regular basis at one point and there was nothing but spam and a few straggling "Where are you"'s from various people, this Jazz not among them, but the contacts did give you an e-mail that you were able to look up on facebook to bring you to a profile, "Jack Zimmerman" part of a group called "This Sickness" you were apparently a fan of. Jack Zimmerman was actually somewhat familiar in a hard to place way. <br><br>Going to the group page would give you the information on the band, Jack Zimmerman was the vocalist/Harmonica Player, Gary Chase the drummer, Jules Smith Guitar, and Dianne Winston Bass/Backup vocalist. There was also a tribute to a former guitarist,&nbsp; Luke Cooper who'd died about a year and a half ago.<br><br>Any further poking around was interrupted as Brittany's watch beeped and she headed out for a run.<br><br>Her message to "Jazz" recieved a quick reply.<br><br>From: Jazz<br><br>Wow Bree, wasn't expecting to hear back from you so quickly, or at all really. Do you mind if GC tags along? I kind of promised I'd buy him lunch if it turned out you were still alive and he's over here laughing at me right now.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 18:37:29</strong>
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				Bree came back from her run to find the message on her phone with a bit of a smile. She was going to go out already that much she had known before she had run her five miles, but it might be a good thing to meet some of her old friends. With a bit of luck they could make her recall something of her old life. She made a few notes on her computer about what she had found before locking it up and looking for something comfortable to wear. Well for her new outlook anyway.<br><br>An hour later she was washed up, dressed and ready to go as she took a mental inventory as she walked out to her bike. Normally she'd drive around in her Cooper but she felt the need to slip in a few things that she had found that made it clear her old self wasn't as stupid as she originally thought. A pair of biker gloves with powdered lead in them. Of course she was limited by the number of biker suitable clothes she had. A heavy leather jacket made the fashion review okay but she had to settle for a pair of tight leather pants and boots as well. <br><br>"Maybe I should send mom a photo." She grumped as she looked herself over. She was more comfortable in loose shirts and pants with tennis shoes than this. But she also knew what drivers along the freeway were like, so she was going to make sure she didn't have another accident or road rash. Hence the gloves, boots and&nbsp; biker jacket. <br><br>Besides, she reminded herself as she got on the softtail and kicked it to life, if this Jazz and GC turned out to be nut jobs she could lose them a lot easier on the bike than her Cooper. Always watch for a way out, that was another one of her rules since the institute. That was why she picked Gino's. She could bolt, hop the railing and be on her bike before most people could react. <br><br>She tucked her phone and wallet into her jacket, turned the bike to the driveway and pulled out as she turned the intercom player in her helmet to the sample of Jazz' band. She had found a couple play lists of the band's music on her computer, clearly it was something she had liked. She hoped it was more interesting than most of the club, pop and top 40 crap she had found in her collection. About the only thing she had enjoyed getting from her parents was the massive collection of classic rock she had lifted from their home network.
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				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 19:39:44</strong>
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				Based on the fancy, stylish, or outright gaudy clothing her mother had been buying for her lately, she'd likely have a heart attack if she saw the way Brittany was dressed now, especially after explicitly warning her not to act up. However, wearing something like that to meet what Brittany could only assume were her old friends would probably make things awkward for everyone involved.<br><br>As far as Jazz' band's music was concerned, it seemed to be Gothic rock with a bit of inspiration from the Blues, and focused on themes about existentialism, suicide, and things some of the band had thought up while drugged out the gills.<br><br>One of the songs, titled "What's the meaning of a rich girl's life?"&nbsp; was a live recording, with an unfamiliar voice, not one of the vocalists, giving a little shout out at the start, "This one goes out to my girl Bree."<br><br>When Brittany does eventually make it to Gino's she can see two of the men from the bands group page sitting at one of the outdoor tables. They seem to be discussing some papers they've got sprawled out on the table in front of them, with Zimmerman occasionally writing or scratching something out with a pen.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 19:49:57</strong>
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				Bree sighed as she listened to the music. Definitely someone who knew the 'old' Bree, question was how would they handle the 'new' Bree? She nibbled on her lip as she considered how to approach them. She liked the more bluesy stuff, but the attitude of the song was all negative to her now. She sighed as she walked up. <br><br>"Uh..hi." She said nervously as she took care to sit where she could easily get out of reach of either of them. "Well, I know you're Jazz and you are GC from the page, but you two got to understand a few things. The last year, it's all I recall. I was in some sort of accident..and afterward I went thru&nbsp; a few.. medical misadventures." She tapped her temple. "I don't have much recall past about fourteen months. So I sort of came by hoping you guys could fill me in on the person I was and what happened to me."
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				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 20:06:36</strong>
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				Jazz and GC stare at Brittany in shock for a moment as she, from their perspective, pops out of nowhere and drops a bombshell on them. GC seems to recover faster, laughing weekly and coughing a bit, "Jesus Bree you scared the shit out of me for a second. You'll need a bit better tale than that to pull one over on me though, that medical misadventures bit gives you away right off."<br><br>Before GC can continue any further he doubles over as Jazz sucker punches him, "God damn it GC, can't you see the look on the girl's face, she's not joking around, you're making us seem like right ass."<br><br>GC backs up coughing and than looks back angrily, "Oh come on, just because we haven't seen the girl for a year you expect me to believe that kind of wash? I don't care if she was Luke's girlfriend that shit just doesn't fly. She always was such a drama whore."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 20:14:47</strong>
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				"Gee. Sorry having my frontal lobes fried by some drug selling shrink I caught while in therapy is inconvenient." Bree said, feeling a rush of anger come up. It felt good in a way, to feel something through the haze of her drugs. Even if it was just some tool pissing her off. She got up and flipped him the bird. "I figure it would be better than saying 'oh hi. I know you from your pictures but don't recall anything beyond that." <br><br>Picking up and pulling on her jacket she glared at GC as she pushed the anger down. "I don't recall ANYTHING but in your case, I see that is a move up. So, go fuck yourself and the high horse you rode in. I came here you guys could help me out filling in what happened to me." Glancing to Jazz she shrugs. <br><br>"Email me if you want to talk. Keep the tool offline." She said as she picked up her helmet and stormed back towards the entrance. She picked Gino's because she was in good with the owner and knew he and the staff would be there. <br><br>"Hey Bree, want us to throw them out? They said they were friends of yours." The greeter said as she walked up.<br><br>"No, in fact put their lunch on my tab if they stay to eat." She said as she walked by. One of the perks of being close to Gino was that she had a tab as long as she kept her drinking to a minimum. Not that she liked drinking while medicated. Right now she was savoring the anger, it felt nice to feel something for a change.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 20:30:34</strong>
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				As Bree storms off Jazz calls out to her, "Bree, wait!" but having it fall upon deaf ears breaks down into a string of curses and than begins arguing with GC, not bothering to chase after her.<br><br>But that left Bree standing at the entrance fuming with nowhere to go. Some of the other customers were giving her looks and it was clear the little disturbance in the restaurant had not gone unnoticed, the mood everywhere seeming to have gotten worse as a result.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 20:43:26</strong>
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				She pulled on her helmet, started up the bike and pulled out. Working hard to keep her temper from running her driving as she pulled out, Bree barely noticed that she wasn't headed in the direction of the beach house. She blinked about the time she came off the freeway into a warehouse area that she hadn't been to before. At least she hadn't thought she had, she thought to herself as she pulled up to a bonded warehouse gate and pulled out her iPhone to see where she was. <br><br>She looked at the keypad of smaller building nearby, a storage facility.<br><br><em><strong>A hand tapping in a combination to the keypad in the dark. The gate stuttering open as the keypad disengaged the lock and activated the motor. The bike rumbling underneath her as she rolled into the facility. A unit towards the end stood out in her field of vision. Barely big enough to be a closet, she reached out for the keypad...</strong></em><br><br>Bree blinked in surprise. This wasn't the surreal image of the Threshold she usually saw. This was new. She'd skipped her meds when she had gone to her appointment and afterward she had been taken off a few of them. So she had skipped them, and as was shown by her feelings, something else was coming out of it. <br><br>If she entered the code, would the gate open? Would the second code she saw open the unit? What would she find?
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				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 21:30:10</strong>
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				If she did enter the code, she'd be surprised to find it works. There'd be nothing but a single box inside, with another keypad on the box itself, along with a fingerprint and retina scanner. <br><br>This was all kind of surreal really.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 21:54:12</strong>
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				She blinked at the implications, the gate code worked. She walked her bike down the line of buildings, feeling the flash of Deja Vu as she came around the corner and the small utility 'closet' on the end. A few more key taps and the locker opened. She blinked at the stark clear room as she stepped in. Looking around curiously as she stepped in, looking around as the lights overhead flickered on. She pulled off her gloves as she looked the keypad over. <br><br>She let her instincts guide her as she tapped in a code, curious to see what happened as she put her finger to the scanner and waited for the eye scanner to come online.
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				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 22:42:34</strong>
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				The box accepted the code she typed in entirely by instinct and the scanners buzzed to life before letting out a single loud klaxon and shutting down completely, still refusing to open. For half a moment it seemed like it would open but now it wasn't even accepting keycodes. <br><br>Looking around after the klaxon it seems nobody heard it, thank goodness the place was deserted.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 23:03:45</strong>
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				Bree peeked outside quickly to make sure that the unit wasn't heard before moving quickly. She folded the scanner up and pulled the plug out quickly.&nbsp; She grunted as she shifted the unit out to her bike and clipped it into place with luggage cords. She closed the door and started up her bike. She jumped the bike into life and pulled out of the lot. She doubted she could do a lot here, but she had tools back at the beach house and somehow she was sure a well placed wedge and hammer would open things up for her.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 23:20:45</strong>
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				Getting it onto the bike was not the easiest task in the world, but getting home once it was there wasn't any trouble.<br><br>On the way home her phone would sound to let her know she'd received a new message, but the sound of the bike's engine would likely drown it out.<br><br>If she did check her phone she'd find it was from Jazz<br><br>From: Jazz<br><br>Sorry about that, GC can be a bit of a tool sometimes, but he's normally not an issue. I don't think either of us was expecting you to drop such a bombshell on us though. If you'd like I could tell you what I know sometime, without him around, but I wasn't as close to you as GC and Dee were."<br><br><br>As for the box, giving it a thorough look over would reveal... no signs of screws or hinges anywhere. The sides were all welded together, and there was the barest trace of a crease at the top but no budge. Likely some sort of internal lock to keep the lid on controlled by the keypad and scanners on the front. It was also pretty heavy, and barely had any sign of that hollow sound when tapped, implying it was pretty thick skinned for a box.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 23:29:58</strong>
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				Grumbling as she looked the box over, Bree sat down at the work bench. She wondered what her parents would think of a few purchases like a can of freon, case hardened drill bits and a series of wider wedges. She mulled things over as she read the email from Jazz. GC pissed her off, just thinking about his attitude. Yes, she was blunt and to the point but how was she to explain being out of touch or the rest. <br><br>She wrote down the name and number of the scanner lock and headed upstairs, making sure that the box was out of sight in the garage. She figured it would take some time and effort, and before she got into the hard muscle way to do the cracking she would see if she could find the manufacturer and see if she could do a maintenance reset to the lock. How could she know the combinations to the gate, door and box and NOT be the one it was keyed to?<br><br>She sat down and reread the email from Jazz as she googled the box. <br><br>To: Jazz<br><br>No worries, I just figured it would be easier to explain than making up some lie for why I don't recall you guys. I woke up in the trauma ward and apparently got committed. After that things went down hill for a few months. My folks won't tell me what happened and I don't have any recall of events further back than fourteen months. I'm sorry I got pissed off and left but things are just not that easy enough for GC to piss me off like that and have me meekly roll over.
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				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 23:47:46</strong>
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				Googling the box would bring up the manufacturer's website. The model was 3 years old and had no history of malfunctioning. Furthur inquiry would inform her that due to the nature of the box intended purpose, the original packaging and proof of purchase were required in order to have the box reset to factory default.<br><br>It would take a while for Jazz to respond to Bree's message, and she had missed out on Lunch because of GC.<br><br>When Jazz did eventually respond an hour and a half later it was with the following message.<br><br>From: Jazz<br><br>That's harsh. I'd heard rumours but I didn't think things had gone that badly for you. No memories older than fourteen months... you've forgotten 90% of your life. I can't even imagine what that must be like. You... probably don't remember Luke either than. That's a fucking tragedy right there forgetting that, even if the rest of your memories were still around!<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 00:10:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who is Luke?" She asked as worked on lunch. A turkey sandwich and salad as she took inventory of what she had to make the box open. Her father had bought the place as is from the estate of an engineer who liked to tinker on bikes, so she had some of the gear she needed. A big hammer, cutting torch, and a couple wedges. She'd still need something cold and a few drill bits as well as a new drill. <br><br>She sighed as she checked her 'ready cash' reserve. Around eight hundred bucks all told, she found out as she tucked it into her wallet while checking the location of a few stores to buy some gear from. She sat down and looked at the message from Jazz as she pondered the big question.<br><br>"How did I know the combos and why didn't it open for me?" She muttered to herself as she typed out an invite to Jazz to meet the next day. Maybe another shot at a Gino's lunch would be nice. She checked into Luke a bit more, her gut telling her that he was the one calling out the dedication on her playlist. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 01:48:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There were several stores to choose from to pickup the equipment she needed, some cheaper than others, but it was going to cost at least a a hundred dollars for everything taking the cheapest options.<br><br>Jazz replies relatively quickly this time, agreeing to lunch but recommending they go someplace a little more private, mentioning a Family diner with separate booths on the other side of town as a good choice. They made a bit of a spectacle at Gino's and it'd be awkward to meet there again.<br><br>The search for information on Luke goes relatively poorly, The Sickness not being even remotely famous outside of the town she was in, but from what information she could gather she found out he'd died of a drug overdose a little over a year and a half ago.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 02:19:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Timing like that doesn't look good." She said as she considered the fact that was around the time of her own accident. She made a note to dig up the cop that visited her while she was at the institute, she didn't recall much of what he said but he had left his card in her effects. She wrote down the list of things and gathered her keys, time to go shopping. <br><br>"Well, I'm doing something Mom would want." She said with a smirk as she headed down to her Mini Cooper in the garage and started it up as she started up the engine. "She's always on me to go shopping." She turned on the radio to her favorite station, a classic rock station as she pulled out and closed the garage. Using her iPhone to turn on the security system, she turned the car into traffic and headed to the nearest store a tool supply depot franchise. She figured an hour or so to pick out the parts and she'd be back. <br><br>Some time later, she pulled back into the garage and got out of the car. Stepping around back, she popped open the trunk and started unloading the car.<br><br>"Well let's see. I got off my meds. Met some old friends. Found a few clues." She said as she laid out the gear. "What else did you do today Bree?" She asked herself as she looked over the tools. <br><br>"Looks like I'm about to work on my safe cracking skills."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 03:45:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The card was rather simple, giving a line to the local station with an extension for the particular detective. Reese Davies was his name. That name sounded somewhat familiar too, and not just because he'd visited you in the hospital. <br><br>The shopping trip itself goes rather uneventfully, although it's starting to get pretty late by the time Bree returns home. <br><br>The safebox is exactly where she left it, and just as smugly difficult to open. Still, she had the tools for the job, and with a lot of work she could crack it open.<br><br>Inside she'd find several things. A strange, oddly decorated pouch, an unaddressed envelope with its seal broken, an older model of cellphone, and a key.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 04:00:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sticking the box back in it's corner for now, she was considering dumping it into the bay later, she collected the contents and headed upstairs to fix some some dinner while she looked through the stuff. Why would anyone create a lock bock this strong <br>for nothing more than a bag, letter, old phone and key. <br><br>She looked the key and phone over. She'd have to find a charger for the phone, she reminded herself as she put it down while making her meal. She read the key for clues to where it went and as the pasta cooked in the microwave, she upended the bag onto the counter to see what was in there. As she looked through the contents, she moved on to the envelope. <br><br>Some points were bugging her but at least it looked like she was making headway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 04:24:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The key has the number C-9 written on it. There's no other indication to what it could be used for.<br><br>The tie on the pouch is unusually secure and simply upending it doesn't work. Undoing the tie and opening the pouch causes a bright flash of light and a hint of scented smoke to waft out. As for the contents a rather large but strangely engraved teal gemstone on a chain is the only thing inside.<br><br>The letter in the envelope simply reads:<br><br>I'm giving you this pouch for safekeeping. Put it and the phone in a safe place and try to forget about them. If anyone starts asking you about me or artifacts you haven't heard of before get away from them and retrieve the phone. It should automatically contact me once it's turned on. If it can't get in contact with me, take the pouch and burn it. Whatever you do, don't open the pouch for any reason. I've helped you in the past, and I'm sure I can count on you to honor that by helping me with this.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 04:34:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Turning the stone over and holding it up to the light, she turned on the phone or tried to. With the amount of dust in box, she doubted the battery was still potent. She was still digesting what the stone had done when she opened the bag. A static discharge most likely as she put it down to get her pasta out of the microwave.<br><br>Coming back to the letter, she folded it back up to check the seal as she pondered what she had read and found in the box. Another dead end, just like the unmarked key. What was going on? She shook her head as she added some cheese to her pasta and sat down with a glass of water to eat while she turned the facts over in her head. <br><br>She would go looking for the cop, Davies, in the morning to get a breakdown of what happened to her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 04:46:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite being in the safe for so long, the phone easily jumps to life when it's turned on. Proudly displaying "No Signal" for several seconds before losing all signs of life. Great... perhaps it was just defective.<br><br>In any event it seemed the days adventures were over for the night.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 04:53:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head and tucked the gemstone back into the pouch and turned off the phone. She sighed as she wondered what the hell the letter meant, and for that matter how long the damn thing was in the storage unit. She opened the house safe and tucked them away before dressing for bed. Pulling on a nightie she turned on the alarm, popped the few pills she had left to take and crawled into bed.<br><br>Within minutes she was asleep, trapped in a dreamless sleep till her 7 am wake alarm goes off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:02:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next morning was... dreary. A storm had blown in overnight and the sky was a cloud of gray as rain poured down outside, pitter pattering against the window with the odd crack of thunder here and there. Lunch at Gino's was definitely out if the weather stayed like this all day, and a nice cozy diner was sounding better and better if she didn't call the lunch off altogether.<br><br>At least it meant that Detective Davies was more likely to be in the office than out on the streets.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:12:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Joy." She said dryly as she got up and pulled on her robe. She shuffled into the kitchen, smelling the one perk of the house that she cared about. A high end automated coffee pot. She poured herself a cup of Hawaiian Blue Mountain, her one remaining vice as she set about checking her messages and making an omelet for breakfast. Cheese, ham, onions and salsa for the eggs with a side of toast and yogurt.<br><br>As she finished up she fished out the card and dialed the number. Time to see if the detective would be available.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:38:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There'd been a few spam messages overnight but no one had sent her anything else.<br><br>The Call would go through to an automated system asking for the extension or to forward you to a secretary on the first ring. After putting in the 4 digit extension the phone begins ringing again for about 5 rings before a suave gruff voice responds, "Damned thing... Hello? Detective Reese Davies Speaking."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:47:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi, Detective.. my name is Brittney Harkness. You probably don't remember me but you were assigned my case a few months ago. I was found suffering from an OD?" Bree asked as she tried to figure out what to say. "Anyway, I was wondering if you could see me today? I have some questions about what happened to me?" <br><br>She fidgeted a bit as she spoke over the phone as she added condiments to her breakfast. She wasn't looking forward to facing this but she needed to do it all the same. And the fact that she and her boyfriend both OD'ed seemed.. odd.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:58:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm... Oh yes I remember you. There were some peculiarities about your case and I'd wanted to get your statement, but you were in no condition to do so at the time. Must be close to a year now. I had some plans for this morning but this freak rainstorm threw them out the window so my schedule's clear if you want to come down to the station. Just come in and talk to Chrissie at Reception and tell her you're here for me. I'll need a little bit of time to review the case file."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 06:15:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://www.bartcop.com/dushku-03.jpg)</div>"Actually I was hoping you could clear up some details for me, but I can be down at the station in about an hour or so." She said as she worked on her breakfast fast. She sighed. "I'll explain when I get there. Till then detective." She said good bye and cut the connection. Clearly there wasn't a lot of information going on in her case. Maybe that was why her parents told her to let it go?<br><br>Or it could be the guilt of their first choice in therapists frying her frontal lobes." She said to herself as she hurried through her breakfast. Showering up quickly she stepped out to get dressed, making a face as she looked at the diminishing collection of 'suitable' clothes. She had to wash up some stuff when she got back from lunch or she'd be into 'skank' wear. She picked out a nice black tank and jeans before pulling on a sailing jacket to wear over it to watch out for the run. She smiled at the girl in the reflection, she felt focused and driven finally. <br><br>For the first time in months. It was nice to get out of the haze most of her meds put her in, she thought as she collected her keys and headed downstairs. She mulled over her 'case' as she got in the car and opened the garage. <br><br>"Let's see what we WON'T be telling the detective." She said to herself as she pulled out, closing the garage and remote arming her alarm. "That I found a lock box I knew the combo to but didn't have the right prints for. That I don't feel like I'm in the right life or that I keep getting feelings of deja vu that don't tie into what I know happened."<br><br>She pulled out onto the freeway and headed to the station as she went over what she COULD share without sounding like a loon or triggering his impulse to talk to her parents. She kept her family lawyer's card on hand though. She knew enough to that he would have some serious questions. <br><br>She had done some looking around for her own answers but she still didn't have all the skills to find what she needed. She was sure in a few months with her latest courses in computers she'd be able to get to her old emails, after all nothing really vanished from the net. She almost had enough skill to talk to the ISP to get her info but she didn't want to tip her hand, she was sure her dad was watching her actions. School was easy but if she started talking to folks outside her circle it might trip her dad's feelers. <br><br>She pulled into the station and parked in the visitor's slot. Getting out of the car, she headed inside looking for the receptionish he'd mentioned. <br><br>"Hi, my name is Bree. Detective Davies said to ask for you to see me to him." She said when she found the woman with the name Chrissie in front of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 17:37:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The receptionists don't have name tags and are uniformed like regular officers. Asking for Chrissie would get one of them to look Bree's way so she could forward the request from Detective Davies.<br><br>"Chrissie" it seems frowns slightly at that revelation, "I see. My proper name is Chris Cooper. I'll go see if 'Reesy' is available." A slight hint of annoyance applied to the name "Reesy" as she walks off muttering to herself, a second receptionist glancing at her as she walks off and sighing, "Not this again." Something about Reese Davies upsetting women seems extremely familiar to you.<br><br>The Reception area itself is rather small, just the two(now one) receptionists behind a desk with a gate restricting traffic between reception and the rest of the station. There are a few chairs as well.<br><br>The Receptionist would return followed by a sweet talking detective attempted to console her, a day old stubble growing on his chin. He spots Bree relatively quickly and breaks away from the receptionist to head towards the gate and open it for her, "Miss Harknet! You're here already, come right in."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 18:16:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Harkness." She said to correct him. "But just call me Bree, everyone does." <br><br>She smiles to Chrissie in apology. "Sorry about the mistake there Chris, I won't make that mistake again." She let's him lead her into back. <br><br>"Detective, I don't have a lot of recall of that night. Or much before it." She let him lead her back to his desk. "You might have heard about Doctor Dexter-Ward? I was the one who caught him dealing prescriptions under the table, and before he got caught he had me put into ECT." She tapped her head. "A lot of my memory is gone, I was hoping you could help me trigger some recall of ..well something."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 20:17:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Detective nods, taking a seat at his desk and motioning for Brittany to do the same as he goes over a file placed there, "Yes, that was listed in the case file, and the reason we didn't insist on obtaining a statement as soon as you got out of the hospital. I'm not sure how much I can help you with though. We weren't able to get as much information about you as we'd have liked, and the higher ups shut down the case because you'd had a history of drug use as well as a boyfriend who'd overdosed only a few months prior. You don't remember anything that happened at all?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 20:27:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The first thing I recall with any reliability is waking up in the ER after the ECT incident. I can hear the cops dragging Doctor Ward away screaming about something. Is it true he committed suicide?" She sat down as she shook her head and brushed it aside. "I don't recall using it but they said I came out of detox pretty good."<br><br>It had been pretty nasty, the physical addiction symptoms took a while to get over but she come out of that easily. With no desire to start over again. <br><br>"All I recall is someone tying me down and juicing me up." She said with a bit of honesty. "It was dark, I was restrained and then everything started to fade. That was when I was starting to OD. According the records I looked at it was pretty nasty stuff, I was scream and trying to hurt folks. That got me committed, and put in the program that Ward ran. I don't recall much after that, the drugs were.. potent."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:00:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Davies doesn't respond to the question about Ward, just letting Bree speak while listening and nodding here and there until she starts talking about someone tying her down and juicing her up. <br><br>Eventually there's a pause as Bree finishes speaking before Davies begins to speak, putting a pit of a dubious inflection on the first word, "Officially, the case states that you were with an unidentified man, presumed to be a dealer you'd interacted with in the past, and he gave you a dose that proved to be too much for you to handle before fleeing the scene to escape responsibility. Didn't even bother to report the overdose."<br><br>He pauses after he finishes speaking, as though he'd like to say more but isn't able to for some reason.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:05:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree picks up on the emphasis right away. <br><br>"Officially?" She looks around curiously. "Not like what some folks think?" She dropped her voice to keep it from carrying. "That seems to infer that there is a dissenting opinion on the subject Detective. Care to tell me what that opinion is? Because let me tell you, it could help me reconnect with my life. You have no idea what it's like having no emotional context with your life. Nothing to anchor attachments to parents, friends and family. It's all gone and I need something to trigger my memories if I'm ever going to get through this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:30:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks around the office casually to make sure no one's listening in before lowering his own voice to respond, "There's nothing concrete, and the case has already been closed. Nothing will be done about it, and rumors and speculation would probably just confuse you even more without giving you anything to grasp at this point."<br><br>He waits a moment for any sign of Bree reconsidering her request, only continuing if she wants him to.<br><br>"But a friend of mine, a private detective, came to see me not long before your overdose. Apparently you'd been missing for some time and your family's lawyer had hired him to track you down. He wanted to know about a small cult that had started operating in this area, and whether or not your family had reported you missing. I didn't ask too many questions, but I told him what I knew about the cults activities, and a few days later you turned up on your rampage."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:34:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree blinked at that, something clicked as she felt that rush of Deja vu again. Something in that statement echoed in her. She reached for the memory, but it was too fleeting to grab and recall. It was gone even as she reached for it. <br><br>"Your friend, the PI, you got a card or number for him? I would like to talk to him. Maybe he knows something that could clue me in on what happened." She could feel it, there was a link there. The PI was part of it. He might be the keystone to trigger her memories. "I'm not looking to punish some dealer or anything, I just want to get my life back."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 22:01:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He frowns at that, "I'd really like to help you on this, but even I haven't been able to get in touch with him since your incident. He sold his office not long after and I have no idea where he is now. He always had a knack for getting himself in too deep, and had backup plans if he ever needed to leave town in a hurry. I can only hope he's gone into hiding and nothing bad happened to him. I probably shouldn't have told you this, I doubt it's going to be much help getting your life sorted."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 22:18:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not even a name?" She asked as she felt the memory waver. Something here was important. She just knew it. But even as she asked as looked him, she could tell she had pushed things as far as she could for the moment. She'd have to look at it from another angle. <br><br>"Anyway, thank you for your time Detective." She offered her card, which consisted of her name, her private cell line and email, as she got up. She'd learned to hide a lot. The phone number was in her name and she made it a point to pay cash on it to keep it off her credit card to prevent her parents from finding it, as she had paid for the cards the same way. She kept them in the house safe, after she'd wiped the old combo and put in a new one. She knew that it wasn't completely safe, but her parents wouldn't look that hard for information on her. Particularly since she gave enough clues to show she was 'behaving'. <br><br>Of course now she had to start looking into their information, she realized as she walked out of the department and headed for her car. She had discretely taken enough information from their home during the visits she HAD to make for various holidays that she had what she needed to look into their transactions. Add in the fact that she had started to develop an 'interest' in computer forensics meant she knew how to start looking. Now she just had to find the one detective they might have used to find her about two years to eighteen months back when she had her melt down. <br><br>Though to be honest with herself, she told herself as she beeped her car and got in, she wasn't really eager to go back to the way she had lived her life. Starting her car, she pulled into traffic and headed home. She had homework and discussion work to do for class before she was due to meet Jazz for lunch.<br><br><strong>Several hours later</strong><br><br>She pulled into the diner's parking lot and got out. She had done her classwork quickly, uploaded her answers and did her discussion questions. The family network scavenging will have to wait till later. She locked her car and headed into the diner. Looking around she spotted Jazz and walked over, sliding into the booth with a nervous smile.<br><br>"Sorry about yesterday, I typically find being blunt helps. It's hard to conceive of dealing a person who had no past connections." She explained as she took the menu. She waited for Jazz to respond.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 23:19:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jazz was dressed less sloppily today, the torn jeans and baggy shirt replaced with some decent pants and a sweater. He nods to Bree as she approaches, "It may have helped if you'd warned me beforehand so I knew something was up, but I can understand not wanting to talk about something like that unless it was face to face. It's still hard to believe something like that happened nowadays. Those treatments have been banned for ages haven't they?"<br><br><br><br>The menu here was pretty basic, soups, sandwiches, and anything with gravy. Typical Diner food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 23:24:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Restricted heavily." Bree pointed out. "It's NORMALLY damn impossible to get someone into it but when you're acting director of the facility and the head of processing you can back door it." She shoved down an impulse to order something greasy and heavy. It wasn't on her diet and she stuck to such things with rigid willpower. She looked up to the waitress when she came up. <br><br>"I'll have a Chicken salad sandwich, and a diet coke please." She said as she put the menu down. "So, aside from pissing off your friend, did my bomb yesterday explain a few things for you? I found a play list of your songs. The one about the rich girl, that is about me isn't it? Who was it singing?" She thought she knew but wanted to hear what he had to say and see if she could get it to lead into what she suspected was the first overdose and then hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 23:40:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A pained expression seems to flow across Jazz face as Bree gets right into the most sensitive part of her past from Jazz perspective, "Yeah... that was Luke, and he wrote that song for you. Luke and I... we were like brothers growing up, but once we started the band I started to drown myself in the music. While I was off soul searching and getting high for the sake of art, he went off and met you. I never really got that close to you myself, such a fool, I kept thinking you'd drag Luke away from the band, change his priorities. The two of you though... you seemed so perfect for each other, I'd never seen Luke happier. Than... than the overdose happened." Jazz eyes are getting a bit drippy as he continues, "I... I can hardly believe it. I mean, he shot up with the rest of us yeah, but I thought he hardly touched drugs when we weren't around. Than one day... he was just gone, eaten away by the very thing that we'd been using as our inspiration."<br><br>He pauses to wipe his eyes with a paper napkin from one of the cheap dispensers nearby, "You grew distant after that, stopped talking to us, didn't return our calls. We thought you might take your own life and there were all kinds of crazy rumors flying around about you. Some detective even stopped by claiming you'd gone off to join some cult."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 23:47:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I have been trying to find something that ties into my memory. Luke.. I got something but nothing I've heard yet triggers it." She sighed as she patted Jazz' hand. "I'm sorry I can't feel your pain. I see it and emphasize but.." She looks miserable. How could she explain Luke was just a name at this point. Clearly his OD was the start of..whatever happened to her. <br><br>"I don't suppose you remember the cult name or the PIs? I've been trying to find something anything to trigger recall." She sighed and kept quiet as the waitress came up with their meal, sitting back and breaking contact. "I'm sorry to be opening old wounds." She could feel it, something was close. A name might be all she needed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 01:35:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jazz closes his eyes and breathes in to calm himself as he tries to remember, "I don't think the cult had a specific name. All I know is he showed off some picture of a teal symbol and asked if I'd seen it before. I think his name was Marley or Morone or something like that. He gave me a card but I have no idea where it is now. Do you think he's important?"<br><br>Than Jazz seems to think of something and looks worried, "You're not thinking of chasing after this cult are you? People like that are dangerous."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 01:40:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her reply surprised her, she hadn't realized she could lie that smoothly.<br><br>"I don't think so. It might just trigger something. Someone in that cult might have been the one that juiced me up. I don't think I want to go looking for a return to the ER or the psych ward. I just want to get my memory back. Build some sort of connection with my life you know?" She said as she mulled over the names that Jazz tossed out. The memory of a name creeped up.<br><br>"Was it.. Marlow?" She asked as she felt something stir.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 02:39:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jazz nods as your food arrives, Jazz food coming at the same time. It seems he hadn't had your reservations about ordering something heavy and greasy and had a double bacon cheeseburger and a plate of poutine. "Just be careful. If something happened to you because of me telling you all this Luke's spirit would never forgive me. Just asking around about the wrong people can get you in trouble."<br><br>Than she asked him about the name as he started onto his food, thinking for a bit about it, and responding after swallowing, "Yeah... Marlow. That was probably it. Do you know him from somewhere?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 02:55:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Must have heard it." She said quietly as she thought about it. How did she know it? Since when did she lie so smoothly? And with such ease? If she knew she had a knack for it, she'd have done it with her parents. <br><br>Daniel Marlow. The name was like a sore tooth that she had to pick at and couldn't quiet reach. It was going to bug her all night now. <br><br>"Not sure where, but it's something. I figure I can work on it tonight." She said. "So GC is pissed at me huh?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:05:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jazz frowns and sighs, finishing off another mouthful, "Well... maybe a little for just storming out on us yesterday. He's mostly just pissed off at himself, and when he's like that he's pissed off with everyone so it's probably best to let him cool down either way. If you hadn't stormed off he probably wouldn't have believed you anyway so don't worry about it. He doesn't like it when things go out of the norm at all, that's why he's never written any decent songs."<br><br>After a brief pause he adds, "So you've been out of the hospital for some time now? You haven't been to any of the bands performances in all that time?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:10:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, well part of my 'parole' is that I have to keep this one me." She held up her iPhone, "And if I'm not somewhere my folks like, I can be recommitted. This is not something I would enjoy. And to be honest.. A lot of my tastes have apparently changed. I mean a year ago what would you save seen me wear into a place like this? And I.. well .. the band's music doesn't exactly match my tastes anymore. I've changed a bit, comes from losing all my points of reference the doctor says."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 04:22:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jazz nods, "You certainly do seem like a different person. You never had much restraint in the past, and you'd probably be out hunting down those cultists right now if you'd thought they'd wronged you and I wouldn't have been able to talk you out of it.&nbsp; Still... you should check us out sometime. Losing Luke had a big impact on us all, and our music's changed a lot over the last year and a half."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 04:25:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll give it a try." She said as she says with a wry smile. "I'll check out your MySpace page when I get home. I fear that you'll find me.. old fashioned. R&amp;B, Blues, Jazz, stole a chuck of my dad's classic rock collection. I'm..retro now." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 04:51:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jazz practically recoils, "Oh wow. I thought only middle aged men and old folks still listened to that stuff. Are you sure that Quack dock didn't switch your taste in music out with his own while he tinkered around with your head?"<br><br>After he says that Jazz pauses, considering maybe cracking jokes about what happened to her wasn't the best of ideas and focusing intently on his food for a while.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 05:13:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know.. it's what I like." She said with a shrug and a smile as she finished her meal and leaned back to relax. "I can take some picking." <br><br>She didn't mind really and it was clear that her tastes had changed radically. It did amuse her a bit that her mom got bent out of shape by the way she acted and dressed. She tapped her fingers on the table as she thought on what she had to do next. <br><br>"So, I don't suppose I'm on your site anywhere? Or could you point me to where I could find some videos of me online?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 05:31:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jazz shakes his head, "Not on the site no. You didn't like to be recorded. Some philosophy about only being seen offline or something. I didn't really get it, I just figured there was probably someone you didn't want seeing what you got up to during your free time. I don't know if there's anything else to find online."<br><br>Jazz still focuses more on his food now than Bree, seeming to have a lot on his mind, and not finding much in common with the "new" Bree. It seems things were getting a bit awkward for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 05:39:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I have to get going. Maybe we can chat online? I'm trying to figure things out. Who knows, maybe something will click and I'll come back online proper like." She said with a smile as she pulled a pair of bills out. "Lunch is on me Jazz. I got to go, but please keep emailing me. Feel free to tell me stories of who I was if you're up to it. If you aren't.. I'd understand." With a smile she got up and headed out to her car.<br><br><strong>Back at the beach house</strong><br><br>Bree toweled her hair off as she looked over her computer. She had quietly slipped a small net connection to her parents network, one of the reasons she had gone with a Mac like her parents. It was to maximize connectivity. She logged on and checked the time before logging onto her father's study computer. He would still be at work, doing whatever it was he did for his firm she thought as she pulled up his financials and started looking for 'Marlow' on his checks around the time things had gone to shit on her.<br><br>She figured the PI was a private type and not a firm man. She sipped her drink as she checked her messages while she searched. <br><br>"Come on give me something." She said as she kept looking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 05:56:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While Bree was working on transferring the files from her parents computer a Car pulls up to the Beachhouse and a man gets out. If she was looking out the window she'd not recognize him at all. Short, likely just over 5 feet tall, big nosed, huge lensed glasses, suspenders and a dress shirt. Dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He makes his way up to the front door, unlocks the door if it's locked and makes his way inside, whistling as he does so, "Yoo hoo, anyone home?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 06:11:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree hears the door open, arching an eyebrow as she pulls a pair of items from her desk as she got up. An asp and a taser, tucking the asp into the back of her pants as she got up. She stepped out of the study and looks at the man.<br><br>"How did you get in? I locked the door and set the alarm. You've got 10 seconds to do something before I trip the panic button." She says as she pulls out her security alarm clicker.&nbsp; "And that's not a bluff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 16:59:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man frowns as he spots the Taser, speaking out in a nasal and unamused voice, "You can put the Taser away it's just me. Your mother should have let you know I was going to be stopping by. My grandmother got a spare key from her so I could get inside if you weren't here."<br><br>And as if that was all the explanation he needed to give he started walking through the house looking things over, "You certainly don't have much in the way of housekeeping skills. Can't you easily afford a maid to take care of these things if you're just going to be living like a slob?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 18:03:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Danny right?" Bree said with a sigh as she put the taser away and looked at him as she clipped a photo of him with emailed it to her mom with a 'who is this' and 'can I tase him'? just in case. She looked around. The place was damn near spotless, she had kept it clean. The only things out of place were the plates in the sink from breakfast and the stuff on her desk. A glass on the counter maybe. Even her bed was ship shape. <br><br>"She comes in tomorrow. And the place isn't that bad. I'm sorry I don't have an in house servant all the time but I have issues.. maybe Deidre told you that I'm still releasing how to socialize. It's why I'm not at home with my parents." She said as she put the taser on belt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 18:18:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He snaps out a "Yes of course I'm Danny." like she'd have to be some kind of moron not to have realized that by now. "Bah, a little brain damage in no excuse for unacceptable behavior. I mean, look at the things you just leave lying around." Picking up the strange pouch she'd opened the night before and looking inside, "Empty pouches with no taste at all. Phone's one would never be seen carrying around in public nowadays, and keys where you're likely to lose track of them." <br><br>He drops the pouch onto the floor and heads on over to the kitchen to start rummaging through the fridge, "Well... not exactly well stocked but it's certainly better than I expected. I'm going to help myself to a sandwich, I came all the way over here after all."<br><br>Her mother eventually responds with a, "It's probably tempting, but I'd hear no end of it from his grandmother. Just keep him distracted without being offensive and shoo him on his way as quickly as you can. Oh, and while we're talking I'm going to be stopping by tomorrow, I've already called Jason to let him know he won't need to come in. Don't make any other plans."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 18:28:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked at the stuff he was talking about, she KNEW she'd put them in the safe.&nbsp; Collecting them, she put them in her pocket and stepped into the study to lock them up again. How had they gotten out? She must of not put them away, she told herself as she closed and blanked the lock before unlocking the door to the study.<br><br>"Danny, clearly I don't measure up to you to your standards, why are you here?" She asked as she tapped her taser thoughtfully. She was really tempted. And she made a not to change the combo again as she watched him rummage her kitchen. She had worked hard with Jason to come up with a diet she enjoyed eating that let her stay in shape. She was up to five miles a day and with his help had acquired some skill in kick boxing and akido on the side. She didn't want to be vulnerable like she had been before, hence the taser and asp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 20:14:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny looks back to her smugly as he puts togethor a sandwich using every different ingredient he could find in the fridge, "Are you sure you should be talking to me that way? From what I've heard you're on very thin ice right now. One little word from me and your parents could have you recommitted." He chuckles... his laugh just as nasal as his voice as he starts into the monster sandwich.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 20:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not after that comment." Bree said as she held up her iPhone to show she was recording his comments. "You breeze into MY house, insult me, threaten me and expect me to roll over and play nice?" She knew that she had enough memory to hold several HOURS of conversations and she was far enough away she'd be able to get to a room, lock herself in and transmit the recording to her mother's phone before doing the 'panicked girl in fear of her life' to 911. <br><br>"So, again Danny, why are you here?" She said calmly. She had done everything her parents had asked, played the games, kept the appointments, journals, classes and rest. Part of her wanted to see him go over the railing in the back of the porch and have her foot be the one that moves him over it quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 02:26:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He... looks a lot less smug after he realizes you'd been recording the whole thing, and a bit angrier, "Why I never. You're making it out like I'm some kind of criminal. My grandmother, your great aunt, was worried about... you and asked me to come see how you were doing. It's now clear to me that you're highly unstable, rude, and have no respect for family. You might be keeping your act clean for the time being, but down at the core you're still the ungrateful rebellious brat who overdosed in the first place and I intend to make the rest of the family well aware of that! Now I'm leaving, I can't bear to be around you any longer!" <br><br>And with a flurry of motion Danny was heading for the door... this may cause problems down the road.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 02:31:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually I'm not. I just don't intend to be your doormat Danny. If you want to come in, share a glass of wine and talk I'd appreciate insight to what I was light before the accident. But you didn't call, you didn't knock and you walked all over me. The slate, for me at least, was wiped clean. I'm literally a whole new Bree. I don't know what we did together growing up, I don't even know what you last gave me as a Christmas present. How about you throttle down, come back in and we start this like a pair of adults?" She asked, as much for the recording as to mend the hurt. She had promised her mom to try, and he would need to see that sh wasn't the old Bree sooner or later. Why not try, couldn't hurt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 02:52:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, we're done here. The last thing I want to do is talk to you about what an embarrassment you are to the family. Your own parents don't even want to be near you. I don't like you, I'm not here for you, I was here for the family. All you can think about is yourself. I refuse to be brought down to your level." And with a thud he slams the door as he heads out the front and down to his car, pulling into his car and driving off.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 03:18:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed as she watched her 'cousin' storm off as she paused the recording and sent it to her mother. She was slowly becoming aware of certain..habits and trends that she didn't understand but they paid off. This one for instance, of playing to the audience for her benefit. And certain habits were more like learned habit than instinct. <br><br>"And I think mom will make sure that Deidre hears about how you treated me." She said as she watched a copy of the audio file get mailed off to her mother. "The defense rests your honor." She added with a sigh as she sat down. <br><br>It was unfortunate that he was so blunt, but even her mother told her that she had to be careful with who she let into the house. It was one of the rules, she was to keep the doors locked and alarms on as much as possible since she didn't 'know' who was who.<br><br>She sat down and waited, pouring herself a glass of ice water. Sooner or later mom would call, might as well wait for the axe to fall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 04:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But the call she was expecting to come never did. All she got was a simple mail later in the evening. "You probably could have handled that a lot better than you did. Still, we can talk about it in person tomorrow, no sense lecturing you over the phone when I'll see you in person than. Don't bother getting dressed up for my visit either, I'm going to be taking you out to get dolled up by professionals."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 04:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree groaned as she read the message after coming out of her shower. She waited for sunset to get ride of the safe, taking it out to her car as she stopped to check the messages. <br><br>"Lecture and a salon visit? Isn't there a law or three against doubling up on guilt and cruelty?" She asked pulled onto a pier that was shut down for the off season. She opened the door and after a quick check dropped the safe into the surf. The locks were already smashed and spread over a few miles of empty freeway.<br><br>Heading home, she pulled back into the house and locked up for the night. She dressed for bed and slid into bed after setting her alarm. Dreams, half recalled, flittered through her sleep. She could feel something under the surface waiting to be awakened. <br><br><strong>The next morning</strong><br><br>Bree stopped at the halfway point of her run and checked her time. She smiled as she noted that it was definitely improving. Shame she had to ditch Jason for her workout today, but she doubted mom would understand. The iPhone showed no new messages, so she set a new play list and headed back down the beach. Better get back in time for breakfast and a shower before mom showed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 05:24:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, for good or for ill, she probably wouldn't be seeing any sign of that box ever again. Any environmental extremists who happened along it's remains probably wouldn't be able to trace it back to her either, but there was a good chance some animal would choke on a piece at one point or another.<br><br>The next morning was much clearer than the one before, there was no rain falling today. Still, looking at the sky from a distance a few storm clouds would still be swirling up ahead, moving in an unusual circle pattern seeming to center directly above Bree's beach house.<br><br>Her mother was not yet there when she made it back, she never was much of a morning person. She'd probably be there around 11:00 though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 05:33:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree looked on the cloud formation curiously as she ran up to the house but brushed it aside as she headed in. Question was what to wear, she told herself as she undressed and showered quickly. She figured she had about an hour before her mom showed up and was sure that she'd have to be 'redressed' by her. <br><br>So after washing off her running grime off she pulled on a tank and jeans and waited for her mom to arrive. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 05:56:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And than Bree's phone rang. It was her mother calling. As soon as she answers the phone her Mother would chime out with a, "I've made it into town now and I'm on my way to the beach house. Are you cleaned and fed? We're running a bit low on time so I'd like for you to wait for me outside."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 06:00:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm eating a sandwich now mom." Bree says with a roll of her eyes as she finishes her tuna sandwich. "I'll grab a jacket and I'll be waiting in the foyer of the house." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 06:17:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suppose that will have to do. Anyway, bye for now, I probably shouldn't be talking to you while driving." And with that she cut the call.<br><br>A few minutes later she pulled up to the Beach house in a red convertible. She was wearing a scarlet red silky skirt, ruby high heels, and a cheetah pattern shirt with a fur jacket overtop. She took a brief moment to check her makeup in the car mirror before opening the door and making her way up to Bree.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 06:23:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree walks out in her jacket and jeans, with a simple pair of biker boots as she comes down. She leaned over to give her mother a quick kiss on the cheek. <br><br>"Hi mom, sorry I was so blunt with Danny but honestly he was being an utter tool. He just walked in and started rifling through my fridge. I had to set a new code on my security system." She said with a sigh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 17:48:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother returns the kiss on the opposite cheek and frowns disapprovingly at Bree's opening words, "I can understand where you're coming from, but that's not the way a proper lady would have handled the situation. Let's go, we can talk more on the way."<br><br>She made her way to the car smoothly, never stopped to walk with that sway that drove men wild even when none were around to see it, lest she get out of practice. She got into the car casually and looked to Bree, waiting for her to do the same. She always seemed to have something new whenever she came to see Bree, and this time was no exception. The car was some kind of japanese import, the latest model. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 17:54:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice car mom." She said as she got in, wondering when the lecture on attire was coming. "So what do we have on the agenda?" <br>She looked out the window and sighed, she'd been replaying the encounter with Danny. <br><br>"So how would you have handled him?" Leaving out her opinion that he was an obnoxious toad.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 20:40:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Buckle up dear we don't have time to waste, we're not stopping by any of the excuses for beauty clinics this town has, we're going to my personal favorite." And after finishing this statement she shifts gears rapidly and the car goes flying out of the driveway, shooting off toward the edge of town. <br><br>As they drive she continues, "The thing to remember about Danny, is that he's a weasel. It's very easy to catch him in this fact and send him scurrying off back into his hole, but that's not the diplomatic way to handle things at all. That just humiliates him, and he'll be even sneakier the next time you have to deal with him. Dealing with him is really quite easy though. Like any weasel, you just have to make him believe that you genuinely like him but cannot possibly help him in any way. Don't interrupt him in the middle of things, don't make him feel unwelcome, and never volunteer any information unless he asks for it. Just pretend everything he says is the undeniable truth but never actually agree to do anything he asks. Whatever excuse you can come up with to deny the request, it doesn't really matter. Are you following me so far?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 20:53:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do. I just didn't expect him to bulldoze into my house like a bull ox and treat me like a serf." She said as she adjusted her belt and let her body stay relaxed as her mother tried to make the car into a bullet in traffic. Or a cruise missile, she thought with a cringe at a near miss. Driving with her was always stressful and one of the few times she was grateful of her meds. <br><br>"I am surprised that you made me cancel my appointment with Jason though. I thought you liked me working out? I'm up to five miles like you wanted me to."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 21:13:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It couldn't be helped. It had to be today." <br><br>One couple in a high end sports car stares dumbfounded as Mrs. Harkness rockets past, now out onto the freeway.<br><br>"You are at a disadvantage in that respect I suppose. A lot of the family... resents how I used to allow you to behave. I was too soft on you before. I was a bit wild myself when I was your age, I figured you'd just grow out of it if I let you be. Still, deserved or not, sometimes you'll run into someone who just seems to have it out for you, and in that situation you need to maintain the image of elegance just like any other time. Especially so if someone else is around to see you. At the very least, if you're going to try and corner a weasel, don't bother revealing your hand until they've said something they can't talk their way out of. If you'd gotten shy and pretended to be afraid of him squealing I'm sure our... dear cousin Danny would have hung himself with his own words. No weasel can resist a chance to take advantage of someone else's weakness for their own gain."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 21:18:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I think its' fair to say that I've had a change of attitude. Your rules have been fairly since I was released." She pointed out as she rode the 'missile' with false calm.&nbsp; "I'll keep that in mind about Danny though. I did change the access codes, I don't want him just walking into the house like that. It's.. disturbing. If you and dad don't mind, I'll get the locks changed get you copies as well. He REALLY set me on edge. If you like, you can call the doc and have him say that strangers walking in like that is adverse to my <br>recovery." She said calmly.<br><br>She might not be too diplomatic but she was starting to learn on how to play her mom and dad. Act like the good child and ask permission for what she planned to do anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 21:42:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowns disapprovingly once again, "If you're that set about it I suppose it can't be helped. Part of the reason I agreed to Aunty's request for the keys is because I was worried how you'd react in an unfamiliar situation. You'd been making great progress up until now, but never straying from the routine in any significant way. In that respect you failed a little, but it could have been much a more spectacular failure. It's a sign you're still not ready to move back home, and probably won't be for some time still though. Still, we can probably relax your restrictions a little at least."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 21:48:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed, at least she hadn't said anything about returning to full time observation. That was promising. <br><br>"I understand, but at least I didn't keep it a secret. That is good huh?" She asked with a faint smile. "So, we going to your salon again?" She asked trying to change the subject. She knew that she had most likely 'failed' the fashion test too. "I will admit that I'm starting to enjoy the stuff you have them do to me. It is a bit weird but you were right, that it felt nice afterward."<br><br>She figured if she concentrated on the spa visit there might be a chance she could avoid the rest of the day's 'fashion' trip. She really wasn't looking foward to more high heels, make up, jewelry and dresses.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 22:14:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She just nods, "I told you it would feel nice. We're going to my salon yes, they've got a new masseuse I've been wanting to try out, I've heard wonders about him. They say he's got magic hands. So tell me, what have you been up to since my last visit?"<br><br>She pulled off of the freeway now, the car slowing down a bit as they make it into the city.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 22:21:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The usual mostly. Classes are going well, I am looking at another semester on the dean's list. I got some interesting offers as an intern. Computer Forensics is fun. I met with some of my friends from.. before." She shrugged, lying smoothly as she continued. "You were right. They don't know anything about what happened and I .. " She shrugged. "I don't have any ..vibe with them anymore. Was I really as camera phobic as they said? It's hard to believe I was shy.. given what you and dad told me about me."<br><br>She figured she could be honest about meeting Jazz or risk someone at Gino's would tell her.<br><br>"Another dead end."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 22:44:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother sighs again as she hears about the meeting with her "old friends". "I thought you'd given up on learning about the past? You know who you are, and that's all that really matters. You should be focusing on the future. At least your judgement in who to associate with has improved if you knew enough not to fall back in with your old friends. It was their fault you got so deeply into the drugs after all. This is the first I've heard about you being camera phobic though. You aren't suddenly finding yourself camera shy are you? That could make today rather awkward."<br><br>The car stopped suddenly, they were outside a rather unusual building. The design incorporated Stone and wood in various parts and even had some hanging plants and a garden, going for a sort of "all natural" look. <br><br>Bree's mother got out of the car quickly, "Let's not keep the staff waiting, I had them clear the rest of their schedule for the morning so they could give us their full attention."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 22:47:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think I am." She said with a shrug. "And I was just curious to what happened. Truth be told, I think I enjoy the person I am now. I just want to .. well 'feel' some connection with my life. And it is kind of galling not recalling anything of my old life." She smiled at her mom. "I know you feel that way occasionally when I'm over for dinner and you and dad mention something about my childhood." She got out of the car with ease.<br><br>"Why should it be a problem if I was camera phobic? I thought you just had a salon session planned." She asked carefully as she fell in step with her mother.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 23:22:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's just to get ready for this afternoon," her mother replies as they get inside just before some of the salon workers escort her away to get prepped.<br><br>More of them approaching Bree, one asks, "Hello again Mrs. Harkness. It's always a pleasure to have the stunning mother and daughter duo visit us in person. Are you still nervous like you were last time?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 23:28:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think so, I mean I know what's coming this time. If you had warned me before you covered my face I wouldn't have screamed." Bree says quietly. "I'm sorry about that. I'm a bit more.. grounded now too. Just tell me what you're doing first and I'll let you know if it pushed my limits. And make sure to have more of that nice wine you offered towards the end and I'll be fine. Three glasses is my limit though." She chuckled.<br><br>"I'm to avoid drinking to much till I know what mom has planned after you guys." She says. "I&nbsp; might even let you guys do some of the stuff you wanted last time. Like re-piercing my ears, though NOT what mom had planned. Just one in each starting off." She figured if she showed she was 'giving ground' that might win her points. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 00:47:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, she's in a bit of a hurry today, or so we've heard, so we're sticking to the basics. We're going to start you off with a facial and massage, than move onto a manicure and pedicure while our hair stylist gets to work. We'll be skipping the steam treatment this time around. Nothing scary about that right? We might be able to get that piercing job done while we're waiting for the facial to dry though."<br><br>While this is being explained Bree is being hurried along to a changing room while other members of the get ready to recieve her, "Do you want to get undressed yourself this time as well or will you allow us to take care of it for you?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 00:55:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree thought on that for a moment. She knew whatever she did would get back to her mom. She needed to make points. She nodded to the girls as she held out her arms and let them undress her. She was a bit uncomfortable but not as twitchy as she had been before. She was getting a handle on her privacy bubble she guessed as she was quickly and efficiently stripped of her shirt, jeans, boots and the rest. <br><br>"I guess I'm getting better huh?" She asked as she stepped into the robe that was being held out for her. "Just keep me appraised of what is coming and I'll speak up before I start freaking out." She was feeling a lot more relaxed and comfortable, since she was more alert and aware of her surroundings. The old drug mix made it hard for her to focus on things, now she was able to detect folks coming more easily. When she was aware of her surroundings, it was easier to sense the girls didn't intend any harm. And she had to admit, it was kind of nice to be pampered.<br><br>"So let's get it on the road then. I assume those earrings mom had laid out last time are still around huh? Put them in, that will get a smile on her face. Still not sure what to put on the nails, so I'll let you girls pick something for me." She said as she was lead in and sat down.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 01:39:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				One of the attendants spoke as they finished stripping Bree and than wrapped a towel around her, "Well, first off we'll be applying a cream clay sand mix mask to your face. It's a bit different from the cream we used last time, so it might feel a little off. Once we're done we'll move you to the massage room." And than they led her out into one of the many rooms.<br><br>Her mother was already there, in the chair beside hers, waiting for her when Bree arrived. She obviously hadn't been waiting long as she actually smiled to see Bree come out as quickly as she did. "This is a surprise. I was expecting you'd keep me waiting like you did last time."<br><br>Both mother and daughter were wearing nothing but a towel as they sat in the chairs and a team of 4 applied masks to their faces while nearby machines seemed to pepper them with inaudible sound that kind of tickled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 01:54:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I promised I'd try to do better mom." Bree pointed out as she let the girls put her in place. "I'm trying and we worked out a way to help keep me from freaking out. When they are doing something they'll explain it so I know what they are doing and why." Bree said as she thought about it. She had enjoyed only the massage last time, but then she had several spots that needed working out. Courtesy of her kick boxing that her mom didn't know about. Which she would continue to 'forget' to mention. <br><br>"I guess if I know what is coming, stuff you expect to come, I'll adapt to it." She said with a smile as she settled in and waited. "and we discussed a few things, I left most of it in their hands. " Bree added before settling back to relax as the mask set. It was strange to feel her skin after these things, but she had to admit it was kind of nice to feel silky skin.<br><br>She let herself doze as the mask dried and the sound tickled her.<br><br><strong><em>She was walking down a hallway, feeling forward by hand as she could hear the chanting. Something was building a peak, the very air bore some hint of it as the scent of ozone filled the air. The gun was a comfortable weight in her hand as she stepped out..</em></strong><br><br>A quick sting in her ear broke her daydream and she had to force herself from shifting under the weight of the mask and eye coverings. She felt someone give her a reassuring pat on her arm and move to the other side. <br><br><em>The ear piercings</em> She thought to herself as she tried to recall was she was dreaming. The fragments fading even as she recalled the weight of the gun in her hand. <br><br>"What was that mom? I must have been napping, I didn't quite catch what you said." She said as the second ear was pierced. She felt a sense of where she had been for that spot too. Someplace, familiar and old. Abandoned. A..theater.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 02:46:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was just saying I'm glad you decided to get your ears re-pierced after all. The dress I prepared for you just wouldn't be the same without the darling ruby and platinum earrings."<br><br>As she said this the attendants nodded and spoke, "The masks are stable enough for you to move now, let's get you into the massage room."<br><br>Bree's mother grins at that announcement and stands up, looking over to her, "I bet you've been looking forward to this part."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 02:53:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figured I might as well try it out. Who knows? Remember what the doctor said, any commonplace action could trigger recall." She said as she got up and walked with her mom. The earrings felt weird, but she put that beside due to the lack of doing. She had seen her old pictures and she had several in each ear. <br><br>She slid out of the towel and laid down on the massage bed as she felt herself blush. The massage had felt nice, though it had aroused her as well. She was till adjusting to that sort of feeling, and wasn't entirely sure why she wasn't recovering her supposedly healthy libido back as quickly as other physical elements. Possibly due to some trauma from the last year or so, she thought as she closed her eyes and rested again, mulling over her memory flash as she replied.<br><br>"Deep muscle massages do grow on you. I always feel.. more alive after they get all the kinks out. So, this dress plot you've got going. This have to do with the photography you mentioned earlier? I doubt I can get away without playing to your band, as I suspect my clothes are neatly packed away by now aren't they?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 03:38:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree's mother giggles slightly as she asks the questions she'd been expecting for a while, "You're too clever for your own good sometimes. Don't you worry yourself about the details though, you'll get your clothes back when we're done, if you really still want them. I can't understand how you can bear them though, you don't attract anywhere near as much attention with your typical bland choices. And I'm not just snubbing you off, I won't be able to divulge all of the details if this new masseuse is as good as they say he is, and you won't be much for conversation yourself if you moan like you did last time. Here they come now."<br><br>As the two masseuse come into the room, something about one of them struck Brittany as being unnatural, it was like there were two people standing where one should be. They were extremely similar, only one had blue hair while the other had brown, and the blue haired one's ears were long and pointed. This masseuse approached Bree's mother while the other made his way to Bree, speaking to her "I hear you thoroughly enjoyed the massage I gave you when you were last here, I'm glad to hear it. Usually the first time isn't as pleasant, although I hear it wasn't actually your first time."<br><br>The strange 2 person giggled in glee as he approached Bree's mother and spoke with a very flamboyant tone, "Oh my god this is just fabulous. I've heard so much about you from the other employees Mrs. Harkness, it's an honor to finally meet you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 03:51:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree blinked as she looked at the strange dual image. She had been warned about some 'optical' hallucinations as she came off her prescriptions but there was something about the image that made her think twice. She looked at the man carefully as he spoke to her mother, trying to 'tune' the mundane image out of her vision. <br><br>Something in her told her this wasn't a hallucination, but it was also something she MUST not let her mother know she was. It would set back all the progress she made with her family if she did. No matter what, she reminded herself that she didn't want to go back to the land of the rubber room. Reaching into her knack for lying she shrugs. <br><br>"Oh I've been in recovery, mom brought me right after I'd been in detox for a long while." Sticking to the lie her family had come up for public consumption. "So, I was.. twitchy then. I promise to be a lot better, just be sure to tell if you reach into somewhere sensitive." <br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 17:36:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh don't worry your pretty little head and just leave everything to me. I've dealt with new girls often enough, a little twitching is hardly a problem at all."<br><br>And with that Bree's masseuse starts to get to work, distracting her focus. Her attempts to tune the "mundane" image away seem to work in reverse, and the fantastical image grows out of focus, eventually dissipating completely to reveal the brown haired normal masseuse with no signs of the blue haired pointy haired man.<br><br>During this time Bree's mother had been flirting with him nonstop. Bree's masseuse was relatively quiet, nothing but the odd, "Tell me if it hurts." or "Are there any spots bothering you in particular?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 17:48:47</strong>
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				She makes several comments as he works her over, she savored the massage as she thought on what she had seen. The more she she thought on it the more she was certain, though she didn't know how, that what she saw wasn't a hallucination. She watched the masseuse as she tried to figure out what she had done wrong. <br><br>It felt odd to have a man rubbing her body over. She listened to what her mother was saying as she tried to puzzle through what she had done wrong. <br><br><strong><em>"No no.. you're doing it wrong. Start by looking at them out of the corner of your eye, unfocus your view a bit. Let what is being hidden sort of slide into view.. with time you can break the glamor but you have to let your instincts guide you at first."</em></strong><br><br>She relaxed and looked away at the man working down her body as she rolled over. Surprisingly she was about as body shy as her mother, and being naked didn't distress her that much. Closing her eyes to slits, she lay back as he worked on her legs and watched him out of the corner of her eye letting her focus slide and forced herself to relax.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 18:50:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At first it seems like Bree's just wasting her time, but as she relaxes more, stops trying as much the focus starts to shift once more, the blue hair and pointy ears coming into view once more, but a lot slower than it had faded out originally. She now notices a faint glow from his hands as he works on her mother as well.<br><br>While she's doing this her mother's masseuse glances over at her and quirks an eyebrow before speaking. "It seems you're daughter's a bit jealous Mrs. Harkness, she keeps taking peeks this way out of the corner of her eye."<br><br>Bree's mother glances over to Bree now as soon as she hears this, "Oh really? You don't say, I was beginning to think she'd gone barren from the lack of interest she's been showing in men lately. You want the... mmmmmmh.... magic hands all to yourself Brittany?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 19:05:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I don't want to steal from you mom." She said with a chuckle as she relaxed. "Just hard to watch my guy from where I'm at." She pointed out as she kept her focus this time. She was curious about what was going on but she didn't want to come out and ask. She felt the man at her back push down, the flash of heat and cold filling her as she looked over at her mother. She felt a 'pop' as he pushed down on the base of her back.<br><br>"My.. you've been tense." Her masseuse purred as he leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Just relax and go with the flow. Listen to your mom and enjoy the ride. Savor the massage and enjoy it." <br><br>She nodded as she closed her eyes and relaxed utterly, feeling her body go limp as he worked. Enjoying the sensation of his hands over her body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 19:26:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother just basks in the feeling as the now quite clearly blue haired and pointy eared masseuse continues his work, speaking in a blissful tone, "Well sweety, I don't think I've ever had such a wonderful massage. If I let him have a round with you, I might not have to drag you off with me to get you to go to a spa or beauty salon."<br><br>For his part, the pointy eared masseuse just smiles, "Oh please Mrs. Harkness, you flatter me far too much. You're not trying to hook me up with your daughter are you?"<br><br>She replies softly in between moans,"You wouldn't mind that at all if I was, would you Brittany?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 19:36:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree shrugged as she considered it. She had put the hot tub to pleasurable uses, why not go with a guy to do the same. She knew how to be careful, her mom had made sure there were all matters of 'protection' in the house. Why had she been so reluctant to consider the occasional guy? Clearly in her past she hadn't been a prude. <br><br>"I could do worse I guess." She said after a moment's consideration. He was clearly up to her mother's standards. She shifted as she wondered what it might be like to have a guy. Was she a virgin if all she lost was her memories of her past sexual exploits? She felt something shift in her as she considered things like that. It was a bit uncomfortable but the mellow haze she was in wore away at her doubts. She heard herself moan lightly as the massage worked her body in ways she would normally have avoided. <br><br>Perhaps she needed to try and be more.. adventuresome to trigger her recall. She thought as she let her massage relax and just go with the waves of pleasure he evoked with his hands on her body. The worries of his inhuman look fading as she kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the ride as her mother and the men suggested.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 19:43:45</strong>
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				Her mother just cooed as Bree seemed to accept the proposal, "Good. We still have the photoshoot to take care of after this, but you'll breeze through that without any trouble, and than maybe if you give this nice man your phone number you and he can discuss doing something later."<br><br>The... brown haired once more man just laughs, "You're so forward Mrs. Harkness, shouldn't you let your daughter decide things like that for herself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 19:53:04</strong>
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				"I figure it could let us at lest meet up for lunch. I know this nice Italian place up the road from my place." She heard herself say as she considered it. Inside Gino's there were all sort of discrete booths and it was CLOSE to home. She could have him over for a quick dip in the hot tub, maybe he could give another one of these magical massages. She knew they could do all sorts of things at the apartment, with a blush as her imagination filled in the details. <br><br>"What sort of photoshoot?" She asked with a smile as she continued to let the man work her body over, enjoying it as the suggestions to her open psyche piled up. Some would take hold as the 'buzz' fade, others might not. A lot depended on what she figured out, but for now she was riding a blissful series of pleasurable feelings, and suggestions that would hold her attention for a while. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 20:17:33</strong>
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				"Your father needs you to fill in for a lingerie model who was in a car accident as a favor for one of his contacts. It's not a major job, and the idea is for you not to stand out as much as the lead model, so you won't have to worry about being inexperienced. It shouldn't be any trouble at all for you. A little posing, a little flirting, getting along with the other models. Nothing fancy. You don't mind right?"<br><br>The formerly pointy eared masseuse claps his hands now, smiling like always, "Alright Ladies, I'd love to give you more of my time but the massage is finished. You've been dears, both of you. I'll have one of the ladies give you my number before you leave in case either of you ever wants to schedule a private session. It's time to move onto the hair and nail salon now though."<br><br>Two of the assistants who'd helped apply the facials come in now to guide you as the masseuse make their way out of the room, the one who'd tended Bree's mother giving both of them a wink as he practically prances out of sight. <br><br>They're led to a room with pictures of all manner of hair styles along one wall with a long line of colored squares with names beneath them on the other. On the far end of the room are several chairs near a giant wall mirror sitting above rows and rows of hair products, nail polish, and tools like scissors and nail clips. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 20:28:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree nodded, as she recalled actually wanting to be a model from her mother's stories. And it was the sort of thing that her parents wanted her to try out, being more open and she had to admit it would be nice to give something she might have wanted in the past a try. She nodded, unaware of the fact that she'd been opened up to suggestion as she watched the two men leave. She felt a bit of a flush as she considered what she had felt during the session. <br><br>"That was.. nice." She said as she sat down and looked over at her mom. "So, I need a specific look? I think you better choose then, I'm feeling a bit better.. but I doubt I got the 'fashion' gene reactivated yet." She said with a chuckle. She was feeling a bit light headed like she'd had several glasses of wine really fast but other than that she was feeling.. GOOD. More like she was in a living body than she normally did. Of course, she thought with a flush, it was hard not to FEEL her body after the work out she had just gotten. Everything seemed aroused and sensitive after the massage. <br><br>Not that it was a bad thing, she told herself as she thought about it a bit while watching the girls settle in to work on her nails. She watched with a bit of curiosity, trying to puzzle out what she needed to do on her own.<br><br>"So, I'll be modeling and posing in the background." She said with a shrug. "Fair enough I guess."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 08:37:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've already given them instructions about how you're supposed to look. Your hair is going to be tied back, the photographer likes to see all of his model's faces, so no bangs in sight. They'll take care of your makeup when we arrive. The dress and earrings are just to make a strong first impression, I keep telling you how important that is. You'll be changing outfits as the shoot progresses. You'll notice your current earrings have detachable midsections. You'll need to keep your earrings in for at least 3 weeks, so they have to be adjustable. Most of your work will be modeling and posing in the background, but the specifics are not set in stone. If the photographer asks you may be required to do some play with the other models , or have a joint pose. It should be pretty simple though."<br><br>Brittany's nails were trimmed, filed, and painted with a lovely shade of red as 2 assistants bring forth a bucket and attach it to the back of their chairs, instructing them to lean back so they can wash off their masks as the Hair stylists finally make their appearence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 08:49:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds like a good plan." She said as she continued to take instruction from her mother, the 'whammy' she had gotten was still working as she simply lay there and let the attendants work on her. She was riding the mellow blissful wave the masseuse had laid on her and the instructions her mother was giving her. Neither of them aware of how much of what she was saying was actually being literally programmed into Bree during this highly suggestible state.<br><br>She was slowly taking on a newer more outgoing outlook, the question was for how long it would hold. She let the attendants work on her hair and nails, and wash off the mask. All the while taking in what her mother was discussing as instructions on how to behave. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 18:52:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother just kept babbling away, completely unaware of the affect her words were having on her daughter, "Hopefully he won't ask for anything too scandalous. The photographer has been known to have his models kiss or nibble each other before. Most of the models are professionals and something like that isn't an issue for them, but you're still new to this and you might have problems keeping your feelings out of it. The outline of the shoot doesn't call for it, but I've told his agency that he should probably avoid anything like that this time around. Still, if the photographer asks for something unusual you should do your best to comply within your comfort levels, and let him know if you're unable to handle it. He's worked with newbies before and I'm sure he'll understand."<br><br>Now that the mask was washed off, Bree's hair was being washed out with special shampoo by one of the hair stylists. Once that was done they'd begin combing and knotting her hair into a nonstandard ponytail. "We'd have loved to get you something more elaborate but we don't have the time. Maybe you'll come back again later and we can make you out in any style you want."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 19:06:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded as she lay there, listening and taking in comments that could be taken as suggestions and orders in her state of heightened suggestiveness. She was particularly cued in to the idea of kissing the models, some deeply buried part of her savoring the idea. As her mother continued to talk she was more at ease to the idea of the shoot and modeling like her mother had done.<br><br>"I might." She said to the hair stylist. "At least to come by and see what can be done. I think I could do with a bit more primping and pampering in my life." She added, echoing words her mother had said a bit earlier. She listened and made note of what the hair stylist was saying about her hair, her compulsions making her wish to learn the things her mother directed her to pay attention to. Makeup, hair styling, clothing, perfumes, and jewelry were all items she'd learned a lot of in the last few hours. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 19:28:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And we're done. Off to the dressing room with the both of you"<br><br>A mirror was brought up before Bree and she was able to see her new hairstyle. It was similar to a normal pony tail, but the knot tying it together at the back was rather elaborate.<br><br>After this she's rushed off to the dressing room to have her wardrobe adjusted, a brand new red dress that showed off both her belly and her fine legs was placed on her, seeming a perfect fit. And a pair of white very high heels was given to her as well. <br><br>When she reunites with her mother she nods,"You look gorgeous Brittany. I knew you had it in you."<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 19:51:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The 'spell' finally started to fade, though the compulsions were still in force. Bree blushed as she looked at herself, she had a flash of a moment like this before. Except she had a navel ring in as well. She kept quiet about it as she walked carefully in her heels, though she adjusted to them quickly. She figured she'd just have to practice with the ones she had at home like mom had suggested.<br><br>She took in the whole look and had to admit she'd be avoiding the fact that she wasn't just pretty but as sexy as her mom had said. Still, she blushed a bit as she came out and her mother complimented her.<br><br>"Thanks mom, but it's all the work these folks did." She said modestly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 21:49:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother just coos, "Oh don't be so modest, if you tried a little harder you'd be able to make yourself look even better than you do now every single day. You are my daughter after all."<br><br>One of the female attendants hands both Bree and her mother a card with a phone number on it and the name Jay. "We don't normally give out the masseuse numbers but you two are a special case."<br><br>Bree's mother slips her copy into her purse and than grins to Bree, "I think my daughters more interested in it than I am. But now that we've got it we must be off, the photoshoot starts in an hour and a half and they'll need to get her ready when she arrives."<br><br>As they walk to the car, Bree's mother gives her a few tips on how to walk in a more alluring fashion while making things easier with the heels at the same time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 01:24:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll make an effort to in the future." Bree said as walked back and forth, getting used to the shoes and walking like her mother told her to. Smiling with her mother as she tucked away the number for later to use in her new purse. <br><br>She could feel the weight of eyes on her as she walked, no, strutted back to the car. She slid into the car with new car as she listened to her mom. Looking back towards the spa, it was easy to see the impact that she had on passers by. She blushed a bit at the intensity of the looks. <br><br>"I see what you mean.. about how pretty I looked I mean." She said as they pulled out. She was nervous about the photoshoot but also enthusiastic.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 03:47:56</strong>
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				Bree's mother just sighs wistfully, "Oh sweety, if you'd gotten serious about this and hadn't gotten involved with those hooligans in the first place you would BE the lead model there today. All we can hope for now is they don't get upset because you're TOO attractive."<br><br>Bree's mother drove the car much slower while they were inside the city limits, but maneuvered rather sharply earning the odd honk from vehicles she cut off. Surely no one else had a schedule as important to keep as she did.<br><br>"You're not getting cold feet on me are you? You were certainly doing well after that massage. I should take you for them more often. I felt we were really connecting today."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 03:55:38</strong>
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				"Just a few butterflies mom, that's all. I mean I look nice." She looked thoughtful. "I had a.. flashback when I came out in this pretty dress." She smiled. "Did I have a navel ring once?" <br><br>She checked her makeup like she was instructed, her mother's comments while she was being taught seemed to make it easy as second nature to do so. She was pretty, she realized. Beautiful actually she conceded. <br><br>"Think I could have a model?" She asked. "You think I might have liked it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 04:26:48</strong>
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				"In the past... no. You always seemed to give up halfway. It takes serious dedication to become a good model. You could have been another one of the countless substandard models easily enough, you have the looks. Now however... you're showing some serious determination. If there was anything good to come out of your... "accident: that was probably it. Not just a model, you could become a star. As for whether you'd like it, I can't say. Being able to do something, and enjoying doing something are very different things after all. Only you can say for sure."<br><br>The car pulls to a stop in front of a rather large building, 6 stories high and taking up an entire block. "We're here. Those butterflies better be squashed because it's almost show time and you shouldn't let them see your worried face."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 04:31:53</strong>
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				"I think I'll give it my best." She said with a smile as she considered it. She was more focused and determined for sure. Of course a lot of that focus was to finding out what happened, but she didn't need to tell her mom that. She had disposed of the safe, she had a few leads. Why bother her mom with the facts, clearly she wanted to move on.<br><br>"I think with you around I should be able to pull it off." She said with a beaming smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 06:57:35</strong>
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				Her mother frowned at that comment once more, but offers her hand out to her daughter to lead her into the building, "I won't always be around to hold your hand though Brittany. You'll need to learn to thrive on your own two feet eventually."<br><br>And into the building they went, it was a massive complex. There were dressing rooms, props storage, film sets. It was an entertainment megacomplex which rented space to various organizations. The lingerie photoshoot was in one of the smaller areas, but with lots of individual change rooms nearby, the area specifically designed for photoshoots. <br><br>A relatively plain man in a somewhat out of place hawain T-shirt, and khakis with a camera around his neck was talking with an absolutely stunning woman... although something was off about her as well. It was less distinct than the masseuse had been before, but there was some sort of... heavenly aura around her that no one else seemed to notice. Before Bree can get too much closer however, the woman heads into one of the change rooms nearby and the man turns to notice them, approaching quickly. "Oh my. Mrs. Harkness! You made it already! And this must be your daughter."<br><br>Bree's mother speaks smoothly, and more timidly than she normally does, "Yes, this is Brittany. This man is the photographer for the shoot. Say hello sweety."<br><br>The man takes Brittany's hand in his and kisses it gently, "Oh no, it should be I introducing myself first. To find such a lovely specimen of the female species before me, why I'm half tempted to cancel the shoot and spend a little time trying to get to know her more... intimately. Your husband must be a truly humble man to speak so little of such a wonderful daughter. I am Benjamin Whitefield, and it is my absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 07:10:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree blushed with a smile as she let him flirt. She knew he was flirting because of the beautiful woman that had just walked out. She was gorgeous but that woman was .. more. Still, she was warming to the attention of men now. Growing a bit more bold at the reassurance of another person beside her mother did a lot to her boldness though.<br><br>"Oh please call me Bree. Everyone that knows me, all five of them, does." She smiles at her joke. "I'm just a student though, as much as having all your attention would be flattering I don't think your clients would want to cancell the shoot and I could use the experience if I do it again. If you want to call me for lunch or something anther time, i could be open to the idea." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 18:50:24</strong>
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				Ben nods mock resignation plastered across his face, "Oh the things I could do for you, but you do have a point. The clients get rather snippy when one of my moods takes things too far off course. If we're going to be going ahead with the shoot after all, I suppose you'd better get ready though. Your room is the 5th on the right, Ivette will be in there to go over things with you in just a moment. I don't know if I'll ever be able to find the time to do lunch though, but I don't think I'd mind if I did."<br><br>And without further discussion he makes his way into the shoot area itself, door closing behind him.<br><br>Bree's mother glances over, seeming to appreciate her daughters behavior for once, "You handled that rather well, although are you sure you want to be eating out with him? He's certainly got some influence, but he isn't much of a looker."<br><br>She'd led her to her change room as she said this and opened the door for her, holding it while she waits for a response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 18:57:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well mom, you said dad didn't look like much at first. You just had to work with him remember? Dress him proper and such." Bree said as she picked out the outfit she was to wear and put it on, taking care to make sure it hung right on her and looked over her makeup and hair. "Besides, it never hurts to be polite to the photographer. Another lesson, I believe, you've offered me in the past."&nbsp; She finished primping and looked at her mother with a smile as she fixed her earrings.<br><br>"And do you really think Gino would let him get away with anything?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 20:53:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The outfit was not set out for her or indicated in any way from the selection on the rack.<br><br>Her mother tsks at the last statement as she looks at her daughter carefully, "Sweety, do you really think he'd come all the way to your place to eat where you're comfortable? Someone like that, you'd have to come to him. You wouldn't be able to eat at Gino's unless you were in a very serious relationship. And a photographer, while useful as a stepping stone, does not have the job security of a lawyer like your father."<br><br>A woman comes into the room a moment later and looks Bree over as she pulls out some measuring tape. "So this is the amateur." She has a nametag on her chest with the name "Ivette Cross." and moves up to Bree quickly, "I'll just need to double check your measurements. We were going off of nothing but a photo when we agreed to take you, and couldn't get your exact figure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 21:01:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're right mom." Bree says with a chuckle. "I'm still learning though remember? And a dinner date is far too serious to start off with. I figured a lunch would be safer, I could try one of your restaurants though." She conceded as she finished checking herself over. "And I'm sure that we can find someone you'll find acceptable sooner or later." She teased. "Might have to build him in a lab though."<br><br>She nodded to the girl and stepped up to let her measure her. "I can give you anything you need to help out in addition to my measurements." She offered remembering some of the fitting tips her mother had told her to keep in mind. It was interesting to see how much nicer everything was now that she had taken on a more outgoing outlook. It was like the whole world was willing to work with her., Bree thought to herself as she let the woman work and tried to think though how to handle Danny with this new outlook. She was smarter and more alert than him that was sure, perhaps set things in a public fare that she could set him up in. Throw him off balance and make him make a fool of himself in front of witnesses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 19:32:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivette giggled slightly at Bree's offer for help, "That's cute, but I've been doing this for a long time. Fitting a model is second nature by now."<br><br>Ivette than pulled out a black negligee and offered it to Bree to put on as she started rifling through through the wardrobe looking for some other items, "That should get you started. We're taking care of all the solo shots first one model at a time so it'll be a little while before you're called in. Would you like some refreshments brought here while you wait?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 19:41:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just some water and something light." Bree said as she changed into the negligee. She was surprised with the ease with which she was adapting. It felt nice though, like she was making headway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 20:54:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivette nodded as she turned to leave, "I'll have someone bring it over right away. Don't go wandering off before we call for you."<br><br>As Ivette leaves Bree's mother turns to face her, and looks to the mirror behind her, "So... chased those nasty butterflies away yet? Perhaps we should practice a little on your expressions while we wait."<br><br>Another woman would arrive a few minutes later with a glass of iced water and a plate of assorted veggies and dip. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 21:01:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree smiles broadly as she turns back to her mother. <br><br>"What is wrong with my expressions?" She said with a grin as she sat by her. "I don't pout as much anymore."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 21:56:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing is wrong with your expressions Bree but you're about to go in front of the camera. They aren't expecting much from you since you've received no training, but that just means the field's ready for you to exceed their expectations. A little practice can only do you good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 22:01:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Teach away mother." Bree said as she nibbled on her snack and listened. The spell had faded but she was still compelled to act on the compulsions set in place. Not that she noticed them yet. She wanted to see what she could do and how she would measure up, the competitive streak in her starting to grow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 04:09:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Over the next 20 minutes, Bree's mother had her focus on the mirror in front of them as she changed her own expression and had Bree imitate it as best she could. She went over 6 different ways to smile, 2 different ways to pout, and a dozen different ways to be seductive.<br><br>As she was working on one such seductive look, what she liked to call the "cougar on the prowl" a knock came at the door a moment before Ivette came back inside, quirking an eyebrow at the looks on their faces, before replying in a mostly calm with a hint of amused voice, "We're ready for you now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 04:23:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks for the moral support mom." Bree said as she gave her a quick kiss and followed Ivette out to where the photographer was waiting. Keeping calm, she mulled over what her mother said and added on rule to what she had been told. 'Make it a look I'd like to see'<br><br><br>"So is there where I say I'm ready for my close up?" She teased as she came out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 05:32:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin smiles as Bree comes into the modeling room and motions for her to move onto the white screen, "You look absolutely smashing Bree! Come right on in. That negligee is just filling my mind with the absolute naughtiest of ideas. Show me some love darling."<br><br>He's staying well away from the large white area where the models stand with his camera out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 05:42:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree smiles as she moves to the indicated space and starts moving and posing for him, asking the occasional question to get an idea of what he was looking for in her. Strangely she was feeling turned on the idea of a lingerie shoot, it was pretty thrilling in fact. Though she felt disjointed by it, like she was posing the way she'd like to see the model pose. She smiled to Benjamin as she let him put her through her paces. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 06:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin gave her a lot of direction as the shoot went on, but didn't seem to be displeased by anything he saw. After a while he put down his Camera and wiped his brow before turning to Ivette and shouting, "Alright, that's enough of the individual shots, get the rest of the girls in here."<br><br>Not long after there were 4 more models in the room with her. 3 were wearing negligee very much like her own, only in different colors. White, Green, and Gold. The 4th was the absolutely stunning woman with the heavenly aura she'd seen on her way in. She was wearing a pink cherub negligee, little fluffy wings coming out the side included that combined with her own natural charms just screamed sexy angel. She was also standing in the middle of the room while the other 3 models stayed out of her way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 06:53:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree took her position and just went with the flow, clearly her job was to highlight the main model and not outshine her. Not that she could, she thought ruefully. It was positively supernatural how potent she was. She practically glowed. As the shot was winding up, she let watched the girl through the corner of her eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 17:47:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking out the corner of her eye, the source of the aura seemed to be a golden halo floating above the models head.<br><br>Before anything else can happen Ben calls out with an, "Alright girls, let's have each of you pose one on one with Angela."<br><br>When Bree is up Angela whispers into her ear playfully, "Aren't you a curious one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 19:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree smiles as she leans back to whisper, a sultry pose for the camera as she whispers back.<br><br>"I merely wish to learn from the best." She said back to Angela.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 20:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela leans in close to nibble on Bree's ear as she lets out another faint whisper, "You should be careful what you wish for around the fae folk, they might just grant it."<br><br>Ben snaps a few pictures now, moving to get them from different angles, obviously loving what he's seeing, "You two are on fire! Such passion!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 20:53:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree slid around to whisper back, nipping at her ear in return. Surprised at how nice she smelled and felt. For the first time in months she was actually sexually aware. <br><br>"I just mean what I said, I see how you draw the eye of everyone in the room."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 23:07:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The whispering continued. No one else in the room seemed to be noticing they were having their own little private conversation.<br><br>"Everyone but you it seems. Your eyes come of your own free will. And it's not a talent I can teach." Angela shifted again, her eyes staring directly into Bree's while her face was tilted ever so slightly toward the camera. "We're almost done here though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 23:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But my eye still comes to you." Bree says with a sultry smile. Which was true. She found herself enjoying the private conversation a lot. "Shouldn't it mean more for the having come of it's own free will?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 03:39:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela just giggles quietly, letting out a soft, "Perhaps." <br><br>Nothing else happens though, because Angel breaks free from her as ben calls out a moment later, "Alright ladies, that's a wrap. You were all wonderful today."<br><br>Even as the room bursts into a flurry of activity and Angela heads for the door, Bree can still her her whisper as she speaks softly from the other side of the room, "Come to my dressing room before you leave if you'd like to talk more."<br><br>Bree herself was being shooed off toward her own dressing room by Ivette, wanting to get the negligee off her as soon as possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 04:09:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Careful, I might think you want me out of this outfit for the reason." She teased with a grin to Ivette as she walks back to the changing room. "Mom, you mind if I talk with someone real quick before we leave? I think I want to see what I can do in the way of networking without supervision."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 04:31:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivette doesn't respond to Bree's remark as she assists her in disrobing, "We need to have the area cleared in the next half hour or they'll charge us extra, so hurry up."<br><br>Next, Bree's mother frowned a bit at her request, "I suppose it would be permissible, but don't be too long. I'll need to take you home after all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 04:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Relax." Bree said as she gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Just giving her my number." <br><br>Moving quickly she goes to look for Angela to give her a card with her number. She was definitely curious to see what the other woman was talking about. Somethings seemed to make sense but she couldn't QUITE figure it out.&nbsp; <br><br>"Angela? I don't have a lot of time but I figured I'd drop by to give you my number." Bree said as she knocked on the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 07:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela's voice responds, her disappointment evident, "You don't? That's a shame. Feel free to come in. Do you mind if I come to visit you sometime instead? I tend not to use phone's very often."<br><br>If Bree opened the door she would find Angela completely nude and sizing up one of three different outfits laid out on the dress before her. She was now sporting a double image much like the masseuse had before as well, but the secondary image, of A fully clothed Angela, was much more difficult to see.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 07:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would like that. A visit and time to talk would be nice. I have a few questions." She said with a smile as she adds her address. "I hope I'm not being too forward." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 08:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nonsense. I'd be delighted to share my time with you. You can get into a lot of trouble poking around the world of the Fae without knowing what to be careful of, and helping to inform you of that would be the least I could offer as a servant of the Gods. I must admit I find you rather... captivating for a mortal as well. Just slip your card under the door if you're not going to be coming in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 08:08:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can't stay long." Bree said as she peaked in. She was fascinated by the language the woman was using but the 'dual' visions were a bit hard to throw off. "The images are a bit disconcerting at times though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 08:14:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She doesn't seem to mind that Bree is seeing her without her glamor after that confession and nods, looking to her carefully, "You must have a bit of Fae in you to see through the Glamor so easily. I can weave a spell on you to make it easier on you, so you do not see the glamor at all and only see the truth. It would only last a few days though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 08:27:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think something has changed of late. I will be good and hold my questions till we can have some time. I better get going before my mom comes looking for me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 08:34:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela leans forward and gives Bree a faint kiss on the lips, "Very well. I'll come visit at the first opportunity. Don't be too afraid if I just pop in out of nowhere though. You'd better go. I can sense that things are slightly tense between you and your mother, and you definitely don't want to keep her waiting."<br><br>Bree's mother was waiting beside her car, checking the time every several seconds as she waited for her daughter to return.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 08:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you'll find I took a bit less than the ten minutes I said it would be." She says impishly as she gets into the car. "What did Ben say about my shoot?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 08:49:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree's mother smirks as she gets comfortable behind the wheel and reminds her daughter once again, "Make sure you buckle up sweety." before kicking the car into gear and roaring out of the parking lot and onto the street, getting an angry honk from the car she'd slipped in front of as she once again makes her way to the highway. "He said you were the best amateur he's ever seen, but your posing could use a little work. He was particularly pleased with the interplay between you and the lead model however, and he's planning to use a picture of you and her together for one of the main shots. He also offered me a card from the modelling agency he was hired by this time and promised to give you a recommendation if you wanted to go pro. All in all I'd say you did a great job for something so sudden. Do you think you'll consider pursuing modelling more seriously?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 08:55:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I might. Angela wanted to talk about that some I think. She said she'd stop to talk about it." Bree said with a smile. She sat back in her seat enjoyed the ride. "So, all in all, how did I do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 09:00:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree's mother continued to smirk, "Much much better than I was expecting. It's almost like you're a different person than you were this morning. I could hardly believe how smoothly you were adjusting to everything we did today. Perhaps you'll be able to return home sooner than I thought. It'll practically be a necessity if you take up serious modelling. You can't do that kind of thing near the Beach House on a regular basis. You must have really hit it off with that Angela if she's going to come visit you. That's rather interesting. It's the first time you've met is it not? What was so fascinating about you to attract her attention? I must admit I felt a little outmatched by her myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 09:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like the beach house, and you and dad deserve to have some privacy." Bree pointed out. "We'll see what sort of options we can find if I go professional and full time. I do like the privacy and space, I think that is one of the reasons that I haven't done something stupid like get back on drugs. I.. find the space helpful you know." She shrugged as the conversation coming back to Angela. "She's got something.. unique, I'll grant you that. She just sort of glows with it you know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 18:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree's mother hears that and frowns in disappointment once more, jumping to conclusions immediately, "Bree, sweety, I know you may be a bit confused right now, but are you sure making advances on another woman is what you want to be doing? I mean, I may have experimented a little back in university myself, but that was just a phase. We both know how the last... phase you went through turned out, don't we? I'm worried about you."<br><br>They pulled out of the city and back onto the freeway, and a moment later the "missile" was reborn, moving through traffic like it was obstacles to be avoided and not vehicles to follow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 18:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not like that mom." Bree lied smoothly. "I meant her camera presence. I'm not sure I'm ready for sex yet.&nbsp; Though I have to confess your massage boys got me close." She added with a blush. It was true, that part, she hadn't really though about sex a lot till today. <br><br>Why had it suddenly become so important?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 19:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Speaking of the massage boys. Are you planning on calling that charmer over for a "private session" after all?&nbsp; It's not healthy to go without any fun at all for over a year, and I haven't heard of you getting together with anyone since your accident. I don't know how you can stand it."<br><br>Whether it was entirely the effects of the suggestions from earlier, or some part of Bree that had simply been awoken by them, Bree's mother wasn't going to be much help figuring that out. It would be entirely up to Bree to get her feelings sorted out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 20:12:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've come to suspect that sex is part of what got me into trouble..before." She said with a smile. "So you'll see why I'm taking it slow. I don't recall what I did wrong so I go a bit.. slow." She said with a shrug. <br><br>"You told me to think things through this time around." She pointed out. "I'm doing better though, I think I got some idea of what to watch for now but don't worry I will ask for advise still." She grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 20:23:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree's mother nods, "I suspect it has more to do with your choice of liaisons than the sex itself, but careful is good yes. It's not like I'm trying to pawn you off on every decent man we meet either, I just think you might do well to have... someone at least."<br><br>She turns the car sharply to avoid another vehicle that slowed down suddenly and than rockets back into the previous lane after she passes it before continuing, "Is there anything bothering you now that you'd like to ask about in particular?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 20:44:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know." She said as she watched the car that her mother passed by inches. "I would like to know what your detective found out when you sent him looking for me. I recall a name but beyond that.. nothing much. Daniel Marlowe." She waited to till they were in a clear section to ask that one.<br><br>"I'm asking because I recall someone finding me." She said with a shrug. "Putting a name to it might help things sort themselves out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 21:06:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother quirks an eyebrow at that comment, "We did hire a detective to find you. His name was in fact Daniel Marlowe. We were hoping to hire someone a little more famous, but our lawyer was being absolutely insistent about Detective Marlowe. He failed to locate you before your overdose and subsequent rampage and so we didn't pay him. Where did you hear that name? The two of you shouldn't have met. You're not still fishing around for clues are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 21:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, you must have mentioned it while I was in the hospital. I know you were there for the first three days while the doctors pumped me full of stuff to keep me alive." She smiled. "Not looking for anything mom, not to worry." She lied smoothly. "Just trying to make sense of what is floating to the surface."<br><br>"And I'm not hiding it am I?" She asked with reassuring smile. "I'm asking direct so that you can keep me on line."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 21:19:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother's skepticism only worsens after this and her voice grows cold, "Brittany Anne Harkness, you're not lying to me are you? I remember fully well what happened during those first three days in the hospital, and as far as I was aware you didn't remember it at all."<br><br>She pulls the car off of the freeway now and stops the car on the side of the road, "Well?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 21:34:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All I got is a name mom. I had to learn it from somewhere." Bree pointed out with a sigh. "I don't know where. I ask because it's smarter than looking for answers." She added grumpily. "If I don't ask, I can't put it into context." She said, repeating the maxim she had gotten from her mom and therapist.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 21:41:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother frowned, but she started the car up again, "You should just let it go Bree, I really don't think you should be putting so much effort into finding out what happened to you. Whoever the man was who shot you up hasn't been caught yet, and poking around looking for criminals is absolutely foolish. This detective probably won't be able to help you either. He never managed to find you after all. Perhaps it was that detective from the police who mentioned the name to you? I remember him poking his nose around while you were still in the hospital, and he may have mentioned the name once or twice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 21:53:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That must be it." She brightened visibly at the suggestion, apparently happy to be resolved on it. "I figure that must be it. And I did ask you like you told me. It's nice to know where it came into play though. I wont have it running through my head now hopefully." She would know where to look now. Question was, where did Marlowe go to? Both the cop and mom seemed to make it like he up and vanished. <br><br>"So, Ben and Angela liked me. And you think that I have the knack?" She asked changing the subject to something she knew her mom would like. "I think I might try out some of my old outfits the next time I go out. Think I can fit into the tight pants?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 22:03:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother frowned at that, "Getting your figure back is the reason I've handed your wellbeing over to Jason. Why don't you try on some of the lovely dresses I sent you instead? They're much more dignified than your previous tastes in clothing, although even those were an improvement over what you kept wanting to wear after you got out of the hospital. You don't have to rush things with the modelling though. If you'd rather think it over for a month or two that'll be alright. You shouldn't push the decision any longer than that though, A models youth is her life after all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 22:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mom, I've seen your idea of dignified at my age." She smiled. "Tight leather pants and a shirt that had more towards tube top than shirt." <br><br>"I plan on wearing some of your stuff too, but I can't wear a lot of dresses on my bike and you gave very little choice in pants." She pointed out with a chuckle. "I'm still surprised I could walks as easily as I did in the heels. I guess you were right about it coming back to me. I'll have to see if I can walk around in some of the shoes you got me again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 22:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mother looked away from her daughter as she... lectured her on her own choice in clothing growing up, "Yes well, I wasn't fortunate enough to have a fashion conscious mother in my life to tell me what a whore I looked like when I was your age either! You certainly wouldn't be able to dress like that once you start a career as a model. I can just see the tabloids now."<br><br>She pulls the car off the freeway once more, driving along to the cosy little town where her beach house was located, "I agree with practicing with the heels. If you'd had to wear them while you were posing for the camera you'd have likely made a fool of yourself. You should be especially sure to practice navigating stairs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:08:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fair enough." She said with a chuckle to take the sting out of her prior comments. "I figure that I could tease you a little. Relax mom, I like the pants you wore a lot. The top.. not so much."<br><br>"You don't mind if I call you a bit this week, to discuss the modelling and such. I figure if I can be open about stuff, it might help out. And I promise if I have any flashes to talk to you and daddy first. Fair?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:20:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree's mother pulls into the beach-house's driveway smoothly and smiles to her daughter, "Well, I guess you're back. Feel free to contact me for whatever reason whenever you need. I worry about you a lot Bree. I don't want you going off and getting into another accident. Oh, and before I leave, Jason should be coming in tomorrow to make up for your missing the session today."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You did a lot to help me today." Bree said with a grin. "I feel like a whole new girl after that. We should do the spa bit more often." She leaned over to give her mom a kiss on the cheek. "Take care, I'll let you know what I hear from Angela and Ben. If they offer something I'd like to use you as a sounding board."<br><br>With that she got out and headed up to the house, disengaging her alarm as she walks up. She was mulling things over as she opened the door and headed in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:28:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree's mother agreed to act as a sounding board for her mother and than said her farewells and drove off as recklessly as ever.<br><br>Once Bree got back to her house, Bree would notice the air in seemed to be different. There was no one else there, but it was like the place was... charged with energy. It was making her hair stand on end and making her much more aware of everything around her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:37:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What the hell, Bree thought as she entered the house, trying to figure out what what going on. She headed into the house to feel out where the charge was coming from. Something had changed over the day. The guys at the spa and Angela both had mentioned something about magic that set her memory stirring. She went to the safe to see if she could check the note and chrystal again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 01:20:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The note was exactly the same as before, but the crystal was giving off a faint hum. If Bree touches it she'll receive a slight shock and the sense of the air being charged will rapidly dissipate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 01:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree 'eeeped' in surprise as she picked up the crystal and got shocked. She could feel the power in the air dissipate as she dropped the stone. Time to look into things. Mom had confirmed her thoughts on the detective. Maybe she could find out something from him, she thought as she closes the safe and headed to her kitchen to make dinner while she thought her next move.<br><br>Of course she also had two very sexy massage techs she could call for fun and the otherworldly Angela would be stopping by sooner or later. Definitely something not normal there. She puzzled over how she could handle seeing something like that with such casual ease as she fixed her dinner. Some instinct told her she'd done that before. Dealt with folk like them. <br><br>"What am I missing?" She asked as she mulled over what her mother had told her. Something there was missing and she didn't think she didn't have the facts. She shook her hand to get feeling back in it. The note made a bit more sense with Angela's comments. "So, magic is real." She muttered to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 02:08:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One thing her mother had said might stand out as Bree recalled her conversation from earlier. "We were hoping to hire someone a little more famous, but our lawyer was being absolutely insistent about Detective Marlowe". <br><br>As she mutters out loud, "So magic is real" A voice behind her responds, "Of course it is darling."<br><br>Standing behind Bree was a rather chipper Angela, now wearing a white sundress, designer shades, and a stylish white hat with a blue ribbon around it. She's barefoot as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 02:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree eeped and barely kept from spilling her meal on the suddenly there woman. <br><br>"You know, most folks knock. Keeps me from spilling sause on them in shock." Bree said as she recovered her wits. "So, magic's real.. you're an.. elf?" She asked cautiously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 02:52:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela giggles as she pulls up a chair beside Bree and sits down, "Me? An elf? What ever made you think that? You might know what I am as an Angel. I'm not the kind of angel the Christian's believe in though, that stories been blown way out of proportion over the years. Funny you should mention elves though. It looked like one had gotten his paws all over you before you came to see me. I'm glad to see you aren't collared and tied up in one's basement right now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 02:53:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree describes the men she had seen earlier that day. <br><br>"I'm guessing they are elves?" She asked with a sigh. "And I have a few bottles of wine." She did the math, if Angela wanted to do something to her, it was fairly easy to guess that she'd be done for already.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 02:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela thinks about that for a moment, "No... I think the one man was just under the elfs influence. I only sensed one elf's presence from you earlier today. I'd love a little wine if you're offering."<br><br>Angela stretches slightly, and two magnificent white wings sprout from the back of her dress. Her aura's just as potent as ever too. "It's so nice to let my wings out, even if I can't go for a flight. That elf put some kind of suggestion on you, I'm not sure what it was. He was probably hoping to get you alone and make you swear yourself to him."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 03:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I wasn't so odds are I came out of it okay." Bree said as she opened one of her better bottles of red wine. She let it breath, as she had been shown by her father, before pouring it and letting it breath before setting it in front of her. <br><br>"It's one of the wines my dad left with me. It's good with pasta and meat sauce." Bree said with a smile. "I can make up a bit more pasta if you like. What sort of influence could they have exerted with the time they had with me? I mean.. the massage was only about an hour." She said with a shrug. "and he didn't say much beyond flirting."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 03:20:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did he perhaps ask you if he could visit? Or to call him some other time. The fae are bound by many laws that do not apply to mortals normally. One of them prevents them from entering another's home without permission. I'm glad you decided to let me visit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 03:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He gave me his number." Bree said thoughtfully. "I sort of.. spotted his illusion, like I did yours, it's easier though the corner of your eye than looking at it directly." She blushed as she considered how she saw through Angela's. "And well, when you an I ..er talked during the shoot, it was like I was close enough to move past it altogether."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 03:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela grins as she moves closer to Bree, her wine in hand as she looks the other girl over, "You're blushing Bree, but it's not out of shame. Did you like what you saw when you pierced my glamor by any chance?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 04:09:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was very impressed. Either version is.. attractive." She said. "I just wasn't.. well gay, at least before my accident." She said with a chuckle as she looked down at the meal she was cooking. "Truth be told since the accident, till this week anyway, I've been operating on a sort of autopilot. Hadn't even thought about sex much truth be told. Now it seems to be very much in my mind now. Could that have been put there by the elf?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 04:14:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela thinks about it for a moment, "Perhaps... I can't imagine why unless he'd intended to take advantage of it. Or maybe he just made you open to new things in general and your... sexual liberation is merely a side effect?"<br><br>Angela pulls her chair very close to Bree's as she takes a seat again, sipping from her wine once more, "Are you still... only interested in men? I thought perhaps you might have been interested in me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 04:38:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm very interested in you." She said with a chuckle. "Not sure how to progress from there though. I've.. lost a lot." She tapped a finger to her head. "It's filling up but slowly. And it's more of people than sexes that I'm interested." She trailed off as she felt something stir in her memory.<br><br><strong><em>A hallway, leading into a locker room. Row after row of lockers. Her point of view shifted to the key in her hand, and then back to the banks of lockers as she walked through the rows. In the background, showers can be heard as she comes to one locker. 221b. The key enters and she turns as a man calls out to her. She sees as portly man calling to her....</em></strong><br><br>Then she blinked as the memory dropped. Looking around in shock as she piked up her phone and tapped out the logo on the lockers what she saw on her iPhone quickly before the memory faded.<br><br>"Sorry, I had another memory flash." She tried to figure out why the guy would be welcoming her in a locker room. "I try to document them as they hit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 06:19:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela blinks for a moment and than purses her brow curiously, "That was a very strange memory. It seemed as if you were taller than you are now in it, and the location smelled of men's sweat."<br><br>She stands there unmoving, as if the fact she'd just seen into Bree's mind wasn't even an issue at all. "How curious."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 06:31:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can see my memories?" Bree said curiously. "What there are of them I mean. I know a lot of them are gone." She sat down with a sigh. "I don't have many of them. Shock therapy wiped them away. If you can get in and help me out figure out the ones I got left, it would be helpful but .." She shrugged as she let the sentence trail off.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 07:04:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela shakes her head, "I'm afraid it's not that great a gift. I can only see what you're thinking at the time. When you recalled your memory it was like I was recalling it alongside you. You seem to have some good instincts concerned the other side however. Perhaps you knew someone who taught you a few things in the past."<br><br>She takes another sip from her wine now, it's half gone now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 07:10:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree refilled her glass before returning to the meal. <br><br>"So, I had some training on magic before huh? That would explain somethings. In my memories and such." She mentally replayed her first memory about being disorientated and restrained as she was injected with the overdose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 07:16:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your memory of the overdose is very faint. All I can really grasp is that you were in a state of confusion. And as for magical training... I don't know if you could call it that. It's more like you've been taught some instinctive tricks to help detect Fey. Now that you mention magic though, you do seem to be more magical than when we last met now that I think about it. Have you been practicing some kind of meditation?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 07:20:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not really." She said as she thought about things. "I .. came home to a sense of building power but that was gone." She said, thinking on the stone in her safe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 07:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela reaches out a hand to check Bree's forehead, "Really? Let me check som-" and as her hand touches Bree there's a flash and Angela falls to the floor unconscious as the symbol on the stone appears on her forehead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 07:29:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What the?" Bree says as she turns to see how her friend is doing. She checks her pulse and temp before scooping her up and putting her on the nearest couch. <br><br>"Angela? Are you okay?" She asked as she dashed back into kitchen to turn down the dinner before dashing back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 07:37:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela was breathing and her pulse was normal, but whatever had happened she was out cold. At least there weren't any more flashes of light as Bree picked her up and moved her to the couch, the large white wings disappearing as she lays the Angel down.<br><br>There was no way to tell if something was seriously wrong with the angel, and who could she call to ask about treatment of a fey if there was?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 07:43:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She dashed back into the kitchen and got a wet cloth to dab at the angel's forehead. <br><br>"Come on, wake up." She said as she wiped at the senseless angel's forehead."Great, I find someone willing to help and I manage to tase her. Great way to start a relationship with the hot chick in the room Bree."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 08:03:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The towel doesn't manage to wake her up, but she shifts in her sleep and lets out a blissful moan as her dress grows a bit damp down below.<br><br>Whatever Bree was expecting, that probably wasn't it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 08:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh-kay." She says with a flush as she looks at her. "No one gives me books on how to handle the stunned Angel." She says as she gets up and covers her with a blanket and let her sleep it off while finishing off the dinner. She tried to figure out what happened, her mind kept going back to the gem stone as she waited for her to wake up. She'd pour her a glass of wine, offer some aspirin and use of her wardrobe and bathroom, and apologize before she zaps Bree into the next decade.<br><br>Meanwhile, she pulled her phone out to surf for the locker logo that she saw in her vision will considering what Angela had said. She'd been taller? Was she wearing hells? It hadn't felt like it, she thought as she added 'Daniel Marlowe' to her list of things to google.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 08:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Searching for the specific locker in her vision is practically an impossible task. She doesn't even have an image of the locker she could feed into a spider search program to scour the net looking for similar lockers.<br><br>Daniel Marlowe... brings up dozens of different facebook and twitter accounts all belonging to people named Daniel Marlowe. It seems it's actually quite a common name. There's a few other things if she searches long enough though. A book by the same name, spa run by a Daniel Marlowe quite a ways away, and a Daniel Marlowe, Private Detective's website that hadn't been updated in a little over a year among other things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 08:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dashing back to her bedroom to grab her Macbook, she came back to the den to watch Angela while she worked on finding the detectives 'real life' address or at least his office from the site. Then going back to trying to find the gym the locker room was part of while she kept a weather eye on the angel, trying to figure what happened.<br><br>Each time coming back to the gemstone she'd picked up earlier. She&nbsp; pulled out to read the note again while considering what happened. If it was magic too, she must have picked up some sort of 'charge' from it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 16:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The website gives an address for a detective's office, that's now closed, but looking at the map for the area the office was at... it's very familiar. The stores, vendors, and even the gym within easy walking distance of the office. All of it.<br><br>The symbol glowing faintly upon the Angel's brow is exactly the same as the one etched into the center of the gemstone. If that's just a coincidence magic is stranger than you can possibly imagine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 20:55:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree reaches out and rubs the symbol, trying to figure out how to get rid of it. She imagined wiping it away with her thumb, the glow fading as she wiped it. She really needed the one woman who had offered to help her awake and aware. She was more than a bit worried about how long she'd been out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 22:39:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The glow... both fades and doesn't. A new double image appearing over the Angel as Bree wills the symbol away. One, as she had been just a moment before, and the other, not having the symbol at all. Only this time, the image without the symbol didn't look real at all, completely transparent.<br><br>Angela stirs from the actual contact however, starting to shift a lot and moving her head as she lets out a sexy moan, "My Goddess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 22:45:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now as flattering as that is." She muttered as she focused on the symbol, trying to will it away. "I'd rather her say that with her eyes open and her aware." She blushed at her boldness. Was that what the elf had done to her, made her more sexually bold?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 22:55:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela suddenly bolts upright, awake. A look of strange comprehension crossing her face as she seems to stare into space. Not even registering her change in location before she turns to look over to Bree and smiles. "Wooooow. That was absolutely divine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 23:04:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am sorry you got zapped. Whatever happened wasn't my doing." She said quickly."I mentioned the stone I found, you touched me and then bag you were out. I was worried." She said as she helped Angela sit up. "Plus I didn't want to upset the only person who could help me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 01:27:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela seems to giggle slightly at that and she stares at Bree, looking somewhat lusty for some reason. Her eyes are a different color now as well, the same shade as the gemstone, "Mmhm. It wasn't really your fault. That stone is very powerful."<br><br>She holds onto Bree as she's helped up, seeming to snuggle with her a little, "You feel great. Where do you keep the stone hidden anyway?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 01:30:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In my wall safe why?" She asked curiously as she helped her stand, still bit concerned the woman's change in behavior.&nbsp; "I really think you need to sit down and relax a bit. I think you got some sort of buzz off of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 01:35:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She seems to twitch a bit when you ask her why but she rises to her feet and begins walking toward the wall safe without saying anything, "Is that so. Are you sure it's safe in there?"<br><br>She's practically drooling as she feels the outer edges of the safe, "I can take it off your hands if you want, it's quite a dangerous little trinket."<br><br>Something about Angela is definitely off. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 01:42:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Angela, you're acting like an addict." She said as she walked over. "Show me you can control your impulses and I'll bring it out. Come out on the patio and I'll serve you dinner." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 02:59:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She suddenly grows rigid as she hears your words, her hands coming down to rest in her lap as she instantly shifts moods. She's now completely emotionless as far as Bree can tell as she immediately walks out to the patio. Standing there still without taking a seat. She seems to mutter something unintelligible under her breath as she does so.<br><br>Well... it's a change at least, but still a little bit weird.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:17:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>This cannot be good.</em> She thought as she took the angel in. <br><br>"Angela, relax and tell me what is happening. Is this a spell on you? If so what can I do to undo it before it hurts you in some way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:28:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela shivers slightly as she speaks, hesitating as if something's forcing her to. "I've been bound to the- Hmm. The gemstone. It- I have to listen to your orders. It's not letting me say some things though."<br><br>She looks quite confused as she tells you this, but actually sounds fairly normal for once, her eyes flickering back to normal as she spoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see.. would me say..smashing the stone fix things?" Bree asks carefully, the idea of her friend being bound by the compulsion wasn't something she liked at all. It triggered some primal dislike of compulsions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinks and thinks about that for a bit, "I don't know if you could, it's very powerful. And it might just make things worse. There's an easier way to release me though."<br><br>She quivers a bit at that statement, as if saying even that much made her nauseous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:58:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How do I do it without hurting you in someway?" She asked as she looked at her ally and possible friend. "I don't want you hurt or.. compelled."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:03:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squirms again. "You almost did it just now." She seems to be struggling against whatever compulsion is trying to keep her from telling you things, like she isn't even allowed to tell you how to release her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:06:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree nods as she thinks on it. "I want to help you." She looks thoughtful. "Can you do something to give me a clue to help out? An action or something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pauses for several moments, struggling to think of something she can do before finally nodding and speaking as calmly as possible, "Your orders are mine to obey."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Be your own mistress. Obey what you wish to, decide what you wish to do and do what you wish to do." She said carefully. Hoping that worked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:18:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She flinches as she heard this and than, swallowing her breath she speaks out, "I wish to be free of the bindings placed upon me!" And with another flash of light she gasps and starts panting for breath, her eyes completely returned to normal and the gemstone's mark gone from her forehead.<br><br>10 seconds later she jumps into Bree's arms and starts sobbing, holding her in her surprisingly powerful arms, "Thank you so much. I was so scared. I've never been under compulsion before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm glad that you gave me an idea how to break it." She said with a shy smile as she felt her body stir at the presence of the woman in her arms. "I'm sorry if it was something I did to you. I'll put the gem in it's bag then drop it in the ocean."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:25:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She snaps her head back at that statement as she looks to the safe and shudders, "The Gem! Oh how could I reduce myself to sobbing like that and forget you need to be warned! Throwing it away won't work, it's already attuned itself to you. Where did you ever find such a horrible thing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:37:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A memory led me back to it." Bree said carefully as she let her flashback rise to her memory.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:49:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela picks up Bree's hands as she recalls the flashback and looks extremely puzzled. A moment later she speaks out, "That's not your memory. The hand typing in the numbers looks nothing like your hand. It belonged to a man. Has someone been tampering with your memories? You don't feel like you're possessed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Could it have been planted?" She asked she reviewed the dream. It was true, she realized. She could see a bigger more hairy hand tapping in the combination. "I feel like it's me." She said carefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:07:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela frowns, shaking her head, "I'm sorry. I'm no expert in these matters. I'm rather young for an angel. I'm not even 100 years old. I can't explain your memories. What was in the box you found?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree tells her. <br><br>"A bag, which held the crystal. There was was a phone, the gym key and a note." Bree said. "We have already tied the locker key to a gym thanks to you. From the sounds of it, another memory belonging to someone else."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:19:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela thinks about the note as Bree's memories bring it into her thoughts and she winces. "I see. It's unfortunate you opened the pouch first. I expect it was designed to seal the gems powers and keep it inert. Destroying a Shenera Oseraei is not an easy task. I'm surprised someone managed to seal one inside a gemstone. There are probably a lot of beings interested in obtaining that necklace, both Fey and mortal alike."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:22:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And now that it's bonded to me?" She asked as she considered things. "I need to figure out more. Think that bag in the gym locker room could be helpful?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:29:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela frowns, "This is all so unreal. Your life is more fantastical than most fey's! I doubt anything could help you out with the necklace but a powerful spellworker. Even that's a bad idea. Having a Shenera Oseraei bound to you may be asking for trouble, but it's not the kind of thing you want to be letting others know about! Just think of what a mortal could do with the powers of a God!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:32:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think that it's done much good. Nearly made a slave of the girl I was hoping to flirt with over dinner." She said with a wry smile. "I was looking forward to seeing if I had the footsie thing down pat. Can you cast a glamor on me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:38:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela blushes at that comment. "Well... there's always time for flirting later." She looks to the safe warily once again, "That was because you haven't forced it under control yet. It was trying to use me to escape! If you'd let me get my hands on the stone, I would have ceased to exist!" She shudders at the thought but than moves in to Hug bree once more, "I could put a glamor on you, but what would you need it for? You look perfectly normal."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:43:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I was thinking you could put one on me so I can walk into the gym locker room and get that bag." She looks at the safe. "But first I think we need to put that thing on a leash. How do I do that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 07:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela thinks about the glamor carefully, "I might be able to pull it off, but I'm not the best with glamors. You're very much a woman Bree, making someone believe you're a man is going to be very difficult."<br><br>She than looks to the safe and shudders, "You don't have any magical training at all. If you wear the necklace and put enough willpower into it you might be able to subdue it. That's dangerous though. Just keeping it with you in a purse or pocket should reduce its ability to draw power to itself though, since it'll all get sucked into you. You definitely need someone to teach you a little bit about magic though, or the energy will just keep building up until it goes haywire."<br><br>She than looks to the safe once more and turns back to Bree stern faced and falls to her knees, "If you'll take me, I, Angela Testarossa Raphiela, promise to serve you to the best of my ability. What you're dealing with you shouldn't have to face alone, and I can teach you what little I know about mortal magics."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 07:55:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only if you stop dropping to your knees." Bree says with a blush, feeling a bit flattered at the intensity. "I don't know your traditions but I'm not into greater/lesser roles like that." Somehow she knew that was true. "Teach me, be my friend.. or more if you're interested, but please don't kneel."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 17:04:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela blushes and wraps her arms around Bree once more in a jumping hug, wrapping her wings around her to break the fall if they crash to the ground, "Oh Bree. You're so selfless. It's so strange for a fey to have a relationship that doesn't have one of the members in a superior position, but if you're willing to try, I can think of no one I'd be more interested in... experimenting with but you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 17:26:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well first, let me 'discharge' the stone in a way that makes things more safe while we work on things." She said, not moving from the ardent embrace. She kind of liked it. It was definitely an improvement from her usual lonely nights she realized. "I figure if I can get into that locker somehow we might find out more about these memories that you can can't be mine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 17:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela nods, not being told to stop however, she continues to hold Bree tight, "So you're sure you know where the gym is located? How did you figure it out? The vision itself didn't give any clues." She pauses as she thinks about discharging the stone, "It shouldn't have too much of a charge in it right now, if it already expended it's charge a couple hours ago."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 18:25:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that you'll find that the locker logo in the vision was unique. " Bree said with a chuckle. "I compared it to several gyms in town and found one it matched online. " She grinned. "I have a knack for finding things it seems. I know where to look online, in phone books and such."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 04:26:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela nods in comprehension. "I see. I may be able to put a glamor on you to fool the eyes of anyone in the gym. It won't hold up if they touch you though. Changing genders is a lot harder than masking a few inhuman qualities. If you want me to make you look like a specific member of the gym it will be even harder. Do you have any pictures of gym members I could use to base the glamor on? If you have to enter as some unfamiliar, you'll need to do a lot more talking to get into the locker room, and the more you have to interact the more likely your glamor is to fail."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 04:32:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was figuring someone non-descript." She said shifted to better hold the angel in her lap with a grin. "I got a whole webpage of images. I even got one of the detective Marlowe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 04:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Was this Marlowe was a member of the gym?" Angela shifted into a more comfortable position as Bree tightened her hold, her head leaning against Bree's chest as she stared into her face, the wings once again not present.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 04:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think so." Bree said, though she had no evidence on that. She just had a certain gut feeling about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 04:48:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Than perhaps glamoring you as him would work. If someone did catch you being there you might learn more about him. You've been looking for information on him right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 04:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I figure we go in late and that way I can minimize my contact with people." She added thoughtfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 04:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela giggles now once more as she continues to stare into Bree's eyes, "It's still light out, it's not going to be late for a few hours. Whatever will we do to pass the time while we wait?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 04:57:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would say that given how close you came to being enslaved, that you choose what we do." Bree said with a blush. Truth was while she was attracted she had NO idea what to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 00:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela blushes as she leans in to kiss Bree nervously, "Truth be told... I've never been with another woman myself." <br><br>She rolls over while holding the other girl to lie back on the floor with Bree on top of her. "But... we could probably start, with touching and kissing, and see where that takes us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 00:18:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds interesting. I've got a nice big bed we can use. Silk sheets the whole nine yards. Mom has been on me to break my 'fast'" She smiled as she leaned in for a kiss, enjoying being on top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 02:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela looks off in the direction of the bedroom and contemplates getting over there, grinning as Bree gives her a kiss of her own. "Hmm... but the bed is all the way over there. How are we going to get from here to there without moving apart?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 03:14:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you'll find something to do." Bree teased as she kissed her again hungrily before she pulled the Angel to her feet, leading her back to the bathroom, staying close and kissing her the whole while. "Want to explore things on the way?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 06:37:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela began fiddling with Bree's top as they went, fumbling quite a bit as her eyes are firmly locked onto Bree's own as she kissed her more passionately this time, holding it for several seconds, "I want to run my hands all over your body while you do the same to mine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 06:49:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Flattering." Bree said with a laugh as she helps Angela out of her outfit as well, exploring each bit of skin with her hands and kisses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 07:01:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela only bothers to remove Bree's shirt for now, finally making it to the bed with her and hugging her tightly with another deep kiss as she falls back onto the bed, staring into Bree's eyes once more, "So my lady, have you found my ticklish spots yet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 07:15:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not yet, but I think it might be fun finding them." Bree said as she eased her onto the bed to keep undressing her, kissing and fondling her.<br><br>"Of course that is only half the fun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 18:31:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela's fingers beginning trailing across Bree's chest, moving slowly and sensually. She pays special attention to any spots that make Bree squirm, "And what is the other half of the fun?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 20:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree chuckles as she finds a sensitive spot with a moan. <br><br>"You finding mine of course." She said as she leaned over to tease her nipples with her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 23:34:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela let out a moan of her own as Bree's tongue crossed over her nipples, her tone of voice having some kind of innocence to it that was absolutely supernatural to hear.<br><br>Her hands dig in somewhat to Bree's own flesh as Angela rocks back, her hands reaching Bree's rather generous globes and kneeding them like bread. "Your tongue is so wet, that tickles."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 00:11:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really?" She asked as she teased the girl's nipples again, kissing and suckling at them. She enjoyed the sound of the powerful woman moaning so loudly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 00:29:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And moaning she did, although not as loudly as was possible. Her nipples were really starting to stick out now as she squirmed under Bree's skillful tongue. "You're pretty skilled with that tongue. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"<br><br>Angela was using her index fingers to roll&nbsp; Bree's nipples around now while the rest of her hand massaged her breasts, an extra powerful squeeze coming whenever Bree's own cares sent a spike through Angela's nerves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 00:37:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Working on instinct." She said as she came up for air, arching her body with a moan of her own as Angela's teasing hands and fingers send a thrill through her body. She had never felt how erotic her body could feel. Every feeling was new, erotic and thrilling. It was is she was being taken for the first time, she thought as she put her hands over Angela's and looked down at her with a hungry look. <br><br>"Seems to me you got the knack too." She said as she rolled the blond ontop of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 01:34:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela leans forward as Bree gives off a moan, whispering to her humorously, "I'm just learning as I go along. And I think I've got a good teacher." Pushing Bree up a little so her face can get to Bree's breasts this time, running her own tongue across them as her hands move sensually down her sides, stopping for a moment to rub the sensitive spot she'd found earlier before continuing down, starting to remove the rest of Bree's clothing next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 01:45:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh.. that feels good." Bree moaned as she let Angela 'wander' downward. She enjoyed the building sensation that Angela was cultivating. She felt a warm moistness in her groin that screamed for attention but she pushed her desires down with iron focus, she wanted Angela to work her to a peak at her own pace. She gripped silk sheets and bit back her moans and gasps to keep from giving away too much.<br><br>All the while feeling everything build with an intensity that she'd never felt before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 02:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela's tongue moved down now, making a trail of saliva down Bree's chest as she slowly, sensually lowers her bottom, panties and all, to the ground. "Just sitting back and letting me take control for a bit are you? Why don't you use your hands a little at least."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 02:49:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree moans as looks down the length of her body at Angela. "There is not a lot to do with all of you down there. Want to give me something to explore while you work downward?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 04:25:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela thinks for a minute, pulling Bree all the way onto the bed with her now and giving her a quick kiss, Bree's panties around her knees now. "I suppose I could, but it means starting over from the top."<br><br>She than turned around, legs scrunched up against the head of the bed as she kissed Bree once more, legs now facing the opposite direction. She started moving down Bree's body once more, legs slowly stretching out as she ran her hands along Bree's sides while she ran a stream of kissing down the middle, spending extra time on those lovely Breast's of Brees. "How about this?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 04:32:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmm..." Bree purrs as she returns the kiss and lingering on the beauty's lips. "I'm liking it a lot. Question is what do we do from here? I have to admit I'm enjoying this, I'm not sure what to do from here. We can .. " she blushed as she thought about it. "..you know.. 69 each other."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 16:57:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela flushed herself at the thought. "I suppose we could." Making her way all the way down Bree's chest and stopping her motions as she stares at Bree's womanhood, her own now in range of Bree's own face. "I'm honestly a bit apprehensive about trying though. Would you be willing to go first?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 19:26:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I can try it out." She smiles as she leans up to teases the girl's sex with fingers and tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 05:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela squirms and buries her face in Bree's own sex, tongue darting out hesitantly to begin exploring the innar walls of Bree's most sensitive area. She wrapped her arms around Bree while she did this and began moving her hands across Bree's back, tracing a slow tantalizing finger along her spine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 06:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree moans deeply into the girl's sex as she returns each touch with one of her own. Hungry for the new sensations that were filling her and trying to instill them in the girl above her. She felt a sense of familiarity at the pleasuring a woman like this but the feelings she was receiving in turn were bizarre and thrilling to her. Something totally new and unexpected. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 18:02:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Angela continued her efforts to return Bree's, she started to become more confidant about the whole thing. Exploring different ways to move her tongue, different places to lick, and rapidly improving her technique as she literally feels Bree's responses herself. Her hands continue to wander, this time with a purpose, stopping only at Bree's most sensitive locations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 20:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree was past thinking, acting and mirroring Angela's actions creating a feedback loop where one woman would mirror the others actions. Moments of being with a woman, not always the SAME woman, kept flashing through her as she worked to grant her current lover release. She moaned as her body 'erupted' with 'sparks' of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Strangely she felt her body continue to build towards something bigger. And she could sense it was something close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 17:40:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela was in a similar state, writhing under Bree's skilled workings, moaning constantly even as she struggled to make Bree feel as good as she was feeling in return. It wouldn't be long now, Angela could already feel the finale approaching as she struggled in vain to hold it back. "M... My Goddess!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 20:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree felt her body reach that peak and the small waves were replaced by a rush of pleasure that sent her cover the edge and she felt her body arch itself in response and her voice erupted in a long moan as she rode the waves. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She felt herself nearly faint from the intensity of it and somehow KNEW she'd never experienced anything close to this. <br><br><em><strong>"You'd enjoy this, if I could give you the time." The voice said as she felt the needle go in. "Shame, about that but I can't leave witnesses behind."</strong></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 07:28:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela's body arced and her glow seemed to intensify as Bree was suddenly able to feel every sensation the angel was feeling as well, both women reaching a state of release neither had ever experienced before.<br><br>Angela lay panting, gripping Bree's shoulders tightly as she tried to get a grasp on her thoughts, not even able to register Bree's vision in her state of bliss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 08:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree lay there, nearly in a swoon. It seemed like forever that the feelings ran through her and Angela. It was hard to tell where her body ended and Bree's started. She was totally drained and completely sated. <br><br>"Definitely something..unique." She said with a chuckle as she struggled to give Angela a kiss. She replayed the image in her head, definitely something.. different there. She was making love to someone but not the same way. Not to mention she felt..different in this vision. <br><br>But she really didn't care with the haze of the most intense session of sex she'd ever recalled.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 04:55:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela writhed in pleasure, bathing in the literal afterglow as Bree's kiss brought her mind back to the present, a calm giggle escaping her lips. "That was a lot of fun. You're a real natural at this."<br><br>She rolled over and looked at a clock, pouting a bit, "I think we'd better shower now though, if we're going to make it to the gym before the doors close."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 04:57:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, shame we can't just jinx the lock or something." Bree says as she gets up and heads towards the bathroom to start the shower. "Definitely..something else huh? I can't say I've ever felt anything quite as intense."<br><br>She didn't say that she felt .. odd with how her body reacted, it was hard to explain. Definitely not the sensations she was expecting, though they were most assuredly mind blowing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 05:19:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela continued to Giggle as Bree suggested they "jinx the lock" shaking her head at the idea, "Magic is not something that should be used for trivial things. Not everyone agrees with that philosophy though. I'm not that good with magic in general myself anyway. There are some who could turn you into a man completely, not just glamor you to look like one. I can barely even glamor."<br><br>She pouted now a bit as she got into the shower with Bree, "So you still don't understand whose memories you're seeing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 05:24:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They feel like mine." She said as she turned the water up to a comfortable temp. "I feel .. right with them. Though you're right they can't be mine, I mean.. I don't fit the angles with what I'm seeing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 05:28:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela nodded as she checked out Bree's shampoos, conditioners, and soaps carefully, "It's not possible to put someone else into another person's body. Those memories have to be someone else's. It's almost like your memory loss was planned to make you think you were this someone else. Do you think the doctor you were taken to could have been in on it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 05:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, he's not. The one that could be in on it hung himself." She flashed back to the man who had her committed. That man was clearly someone in on it. She remembered the panicked look as her current doctor backed up her accusations before she was sent in for ECT. There was too many hints that he had been working something on the side. She didn't recall much of that time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 05:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree shook her head as she ran the water, "He was a truly horrible man. But with him dead it's hard to tell what he could have been planning.&nbsp; I don't think you can exchange memories with your current science though. This is most likely the work of magic."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 06:07:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What about the guy who gave me the cell phone and the rest? Do you think he might have a clue on what happened?" She asked as she took her cloth and started washing her with it and some soap. <br><br>"So think I can walk in under glamour and get the stuff out of the locker?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 03:19:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We don't know who gave you the phone though. Just that whoever's memories have been implanted remembered storing it away someplace safe."<br><br>Angela grabbed another cloth and returned the favor taking the time to wash Bree as well, "It should be possible to walk in without alarming anyone with the glamour. I might be able to distract any staff to make things easier. I can't predict how things will work out though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 03:24:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That would be helpful, how would you do it?" She asked as she shivered at the touch of the woman. "I mean, you going to glamour up something outside, or just walk in as your sexy self and ask for directions?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 23:15:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela blushed at the "sexy self" comment and replied with an affirmative "Something like that comment." Working her best to make the shower fun for both of them without being too blatant about it.<br><br>Later, at the Gym. Bree was no longer her dainty little self, at least, she didn't look like it. Her current appearance, as shoddy as the glamour was, seemed more familiar to her than Bree ever had. For anyone not in direct physical contact with her, she appeared to be a fairly young, somewhat gruff private detective.<br><br>The Glamour was shoddy though, her body mass and the detectives just didn't match up in any significant way. Although the image looked realistic enough, it had no substance, and even something as simple as a handshake could potentially give her away if the shaker payed enough attention. The shape of the body under the illusion and the illusion just weren't the same. At least it managed to mask her voice somewhat, so that she sounded like a man, although a little under the weather to hopefully makeup for any differences in accent.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 23:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree was surprised how.. real the face she saw in the mirrors as she quietly made her way into the gym and slipped into the bathroom/locker room areas. It felt..real.. more real than her own face somehow. Maybe it was those memories she had somehow picked up from the detective. She nodded and gave the occasional grunt to folks as she walked to where she felt the locker was. <br><br>"Let's see." She muttered to herself as she slid the key in and opened the locker, keeping her voice down as she opened the locker and collected the contents. She smiled as she tucked the bag under an arm and closed the locker. Somehow she KNEW the locker would hold something, and that it would still be there. She had this gut certain feeling that it had been paid off for a LONG time. Years of rent put up ahead of time. <br><br>She headed out, tucking the bag under her arm, trying to keep herself non-descript and unnoticed till she could get out to the waiting angel. She could feel the 'itch' of another memory building up, something was coming and she didn't want to fade out in the middle of a gym and risk blowing the Glamour.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 06:03:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trip over to the locker had been kind of surreal, just like the trip to the storage unit not long ago, as if she'd done it all before. It all seemed kind of intuitive, undefined, natural, not like some fake or selectively implanted memories, or foggy and shrouded like a vivid dream. <br><br>A few of the gym goers seemed to recognize Bree as she passed through the gym proper on the way to the locker room but none of them made any movements to approach, the odd nodd their only response and she made it to the locker without issue.<br><br>The locker held... a duffel bag. It was rather bulky with content too. Evidently this locker held a lot of things. It wasn't immediately apparent what they were though. This would probably prove to be a good thing as someone finally called out to the glamoured girl and she got a much better look at where exactly she was standing, and an unwanted distraction to keep her from fleeing for at least another moment as the memory threatened to surface..<br><br>It just so happened that the locker she'd accessed was right next to the men's showers,&nbsp; and the gym had went cheap when they'd designed the shower room. There were several individuals visible through the gap in the wall between the locker room and the showers, all of them completely nude. One such individual, completely nude, was the one calling out, "Oh it's that detective. What was your name again, I haven't seen you in ages."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 06:13:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bree shifted the pack on her back, the feeling of <em>deja vu</em> hitting her again. She knew that she was on the edge of a flash again. <em>Can't linger here.. the glamour won't hold Bree, and if you flash out.. we're screwed.</em> She reminded herself as she nodded to him as she coughed and waved. <br><br>"Hey.. been busy, I should be back in next week." She said through the hacking she was doing. The glamour would hold for a bit longer voice wise but she could feel the memories roiling in her mind. She didn't have the time to linger in the gym. Angela was waiting for her out by her car and she had to get out of here quick. She gave a quick wave and headed back out through the gym and hurried through the gym and out the door.&nbsp; By the time she slid into the passenger side of her car and dropped the duffel bag in her lap with a grunt, she was dizzy with the effort of throwing back the rising memory. Add in the way she didn't react to the bodies in the shower felt.. odd given her past interest in men. She was feeling more and more.. out of synch with her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 06:14:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a bit of murmured dissent as Bree brushed the man off and hurried out the door, duffel bag in tow, but nobody followed after her. Angela was waiting for her as she expected, and grew worried as she saw Bree approach, a look of concern rising up on her face. She opened the door to let Bree get inside and sit down as quickly as possible. She stood outside watching her as the glamour began to fade and bit her lip lightly, holding herself back as if wanting to say something but waiting for Bree to speak first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 18:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You see it coming don't you?" She gasped as she eased her seat back with a groan. "That was good getting in and out.. but I feel.. a big memory coming." She said before the world washed away in a roar.<br><br><strong><em>He walked down the hall, whistling a jaunty tune as he pulled out the key to his office and opened the door. Things were going good, he had a lead and the boys at the station were looking into the Harkness case. Yup, things were looking up for you, Marlowe; he thought to himself as he opened the door and closed it behind him. <br>He shucked his jacket off and laid it over the back of his chair and put his feet up on the desk. This wasn't his 'official office' but he liked sitting at the desk and looking out in the harbor. The perks of owning the building, he mused to himself as he mulled over the facts and leads as he rolled the green book over in his hand. His phone beeped and he flipped it open to read the text.<br><span class="bbc_u">She'll be at the Alexis tonight around 10</span>. He nodded as he flipped the phone shut and looked out the window. Something was up and he wasn't quite seeing ALL the picture yet. He called in a few favors in the 'shadows' to get to her. Someone was trying REALLY hard to keep her from being found. He took in the view of the habor and got up to put the casebook away. A few twists and spins of the floor safe and he tucked the notes away in his safe and closed it. He checked his gun, the reloaders and pulled on his jacket.<br>Tonight will be the night he finally brings the girl home.</em></strong><br><br>Bree groaned as she came back to the here and now with a crash. It was so real. Like she had LIVED that memory. They were coming in clearer and clearer but still fragmented and flaky. She shivered as she recalled the memory, running it over in her mind again and again. <br><br>"You sure that memories can't be implanted like that? Because I am telling you.. I was LIVING that one." She said with a groan as she reached into her purse for a pill. The headache was awful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 00:39:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela shook her head, "You'd have to be very skilled to pull off such... extensive memory implants. Memories are tied to one's soul, and the soul is very difficult to alter.&nbsp; I can't see any point to going to all this trouble to put someone else's memories into you though. Although... perhaps if whoever this detective is was in some kind of trouble, he may have transferred the memories himself as a last desperate act to preserve some part of himself. He doesn't look like the type to be a powerful sorcerer though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 00:48:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I got to figure this out.. it's driving me crazy." Bree said as she opened the bag and looked in it. She could smell the noxious coffee in that office. It was like she had actually been there. Just like the storage unit all over again. She KNEW where it was, the combo to get into the unit and everything. This was starting to freak her out. She wanted to know what happened to her but the more she looked into things..<br><br>"It's like I'm remember my own memories." She said quietly. "I don't remember a damn thing about me.. Bree-me, before that prick injected me. I see his eyes, bleeding to black and then the sting of the needle." She rubbed her arm nervously as she flashed on that moment again. "But.. it's like.. I'm out of sorts, disorientated and everything else I've recalled is.. HIS. Not my body. Not my memory. His body. His Memory." She nipped at her upper lip nervously as she mulled that over. <br><br>"Are you sure that you can't swap souls around?" She asked Angela nervously as she mulled over the implications. She knew Marlowe's life. Fragments of it anyway, but NOTHING of her own before that night. And she had no idea what the folks at the psych hospital had done to her after the OD. There were too many gaps from the ECT and drugs. She doubted she'd ever recover those days. She dug around the bag to see what was in it while she waited for Angela to start the car and drive them off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 04:48:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bag had wads of twenty dollar bills, if she took the time to count them she'd find two thousand dollars total. It also had a fake passport with a photo of Marlowe, 4 keys with notes attached indicating they were for various safe houses across the country, another for a storage cell down near the docks, a black book filled with names, phone numbers, and occasionally a brief title to explain who they were. There was also a small survival kit, a compass, a knife with various attachments like a flint and steel, bottle opener and such, and other small things that would be useful if someone had to hike through the wilderness for a few weeks and couldn't afford to carry anything big.<br><br>Angela frowned as she both heard and felt Bree's thoughts on the matter, "I'm worried about you. You're starting to sound crazy. You're not, but if it was anyone else in here with you they wouldn't be able to tell like I can. What was done to you memories is putting you into a great deal of stress though. You need to get a grip on yourself Bree. If it was possible to switch souls, it would be happening everywhere. Trading in sick bodies for healthy ones, old for young, ugly for beautiful. Somebody would have noticed by now. Magicians have been trying to figure it out for millennia and none of them have. If they had they'd still be alive today, having used the technique to live forever."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:07:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe.. " Bree agreed. "But if a person could, would they want to share that information? Why steal this body and move on then?" She looked over the book and keys. Lots of stuff to work on here, not to mention she had to figure out how to keep that stone she was linked with from turning someone into a zombie. That safe wasn't going to last forever as a hidey-hole. Not to mention some folks would be looking for the darn thing sooner or later. <br><br>"Truth be told, aside from meeting you, I wish I hadn't gone looking into these memories now. I got a major headache, I'm being weaned off my drugs and I got no clue where to go from here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 13:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela nodded, "See, it doesn't make sense. If someone was trying to keep their body swapping abilities secret, why would they use it to... effectively play a prank on you?"<br><br>Angela got comfortable in the car and than quirked an eyebrow as Bree made clear her lack of direction, "I should think the next goal should be fairly obvious. Taking as much time to stay healthy and prevent any awkward questions from your family and such as necessary, you should try and track down this Marlowe fellow. Looking into what appears to be his memories is going to be nothing but wild goose chases. As far as we know, Marlowe is still alive somewhere. Why not find him and ask what's going on right from the source. He appears to have made himself scarce since your case, another suspicious point, but was definitely alive after it was over if nothing else."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 14:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is a valid point." Bree conceded. "I wasn't meant to live, but it doesn't make sense to simply jump into me, then move on. Unless there is something we've missed. Let's look at what we got so far. I've got access to magic and money, Marlowe had the stone and from what I can tell that's it."<br><br>She eased her seat back and sighed as she looked up at the ceiling of the car and tried to push the memories away. Angela was right, that there was nothing in them that could make her happy or comfortable with herself. Finding Marlowe wasn't going as easy or cut and dried as it seemed. She had a bundle of clues in the duffel bag, and they would take time to go through. Odds were it would be a few days of looking to find some of these hiding spots like the office she had seen in the vision. <br><br>"Or I could simply let things go, ask mom and dad if I could use the condo in Maui and ask you to come along?" She asked with a half grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 07:33:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela looked exasperated as she started to think about Bree's words, letting it show as she spoke out, "Gah, now you've got me considering the possibility. I'm having trouble thinking about why someone wouldn't want to be you though. You're young, you're healthy, you're gorgeous, your family is well connected. A theoretical body snatcher would have to be crazy to jump ship. They probably would have spent more time planning it out if they just wanted the stone too, since obviously they didn't get their hands on it. If it did happen, whoever took control was in an awful hurry to jump ship from your body."<br><br>Angela tried to push the thoughts out of her mind in frustration and remained quiet until after Bree made her suggestion, giggling slightly, "Hmm... that does sound tempting. I'm not sure if I could take that much time off though. I've got my modelling work after all. I don't know if you can just forget about this completely either. Something needs to be done with that stone after all." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 14:52:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I haven't forgotten about the stone, though from what you are telling me it's weird that Marlowe had it. I mean from what I can see in the memories are that he was a plain and mundane guy." She said with a shrug as she got up. "Maui is moot, I still need to figure out things first, show the shrink I'm well adjusted AND fix the stone. The whole thing with the body snatcher had to be tied to it, or maybe that he was forced to jump fast to avoid discovery or something. We don't know the reasons."<br><br>She sighed. "We do need to figure out who gave Marlowe that stone and fix it or make it 'go to sleep' or something'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 12:21:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela frowned, "I'm not sure if getting rid of it is possible at this point. It seems to have bonded with you. If there really is something to this body snatcher theory of yours though, it might come in handy. Anyone with the ability to perform such powerful magic is likely very skilled in other magics as well. As for who gave the stone to you... perhaps their name's in the black book. The note that came with it seemed to imply he'd done business with them on several occasions in the past."<br><br>Angela adjusted her posture a bit and looked around, "We're almost back to your place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 21:56:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So we take care of the stone, I spend some time tomorrow looking into Marlowe's notes and maybe I can take you out for dinner after I'm done?" she said with a smile as she sits up. "I think I need a bit of normalcy. Though me dating an angel is kind of a weird 'normalcy'. I won't tell anyone if you don't." <br><br>She blushed as she added a bit more to her comment. "That is.. if you're interested in dating steady." She was going very red at her boldness.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 02:35:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela looked thoughtful, "Hmm... dinner tommorrow... It would have to be rather late, I won't be free until around 9 tommorrow."<br><br>Angela turned bright red as well a moment later when Bree asked if she wanted to date steady, and stammered out a hesitant reply, "I... I like you, and I'd like to help you, but I'm not sure if that would be a good idea. Not that you're not... up to my standards or something, but you seem really confused right now. I think it would be best if we kept things somewhat casual until you've got your memories and feelings sorted out. I encourage you to date other people during this time as well, just to make sure of what you want."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 02:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fair enough, she thought with a bit of a pout despite that. She did want to avoid things like those elves she'd encountered though. Being some pointed eared bastards toy wasn't what she wanted. <br><br>"Okay, but I expect the occasional booty call and possibly refer a few trust worthy girls my way." She said firmly as she let the angel pull into her garage. "And I know you enjoyed tonight a lot...well the part in bed.. and the shower." She added with a teasing smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Videospirit</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 14:22:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela smiled once more as she gave Bree a light kiss, "You're right. I did enjoy it. Will you be alright by yourself? I can't stay too much longer, and I don't think you're in any danger yet."<br><br>She sat there waiting for a response, somewhat dazzled from the days events.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dweller on the Threshold (Callie Del Noire/Videospirit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 14:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I don't think I am going to rush off anytime soon, I have to find out what we got here." She patted the duffel. "but I think I'll be hiding this in the vent in my walk in closet." <br><br>She gets out and smiles to the angel. "Thanks for keeping me from becoming elf-bait. Now that I know what to avoid, I'll make a point to not let my mom's impulses get me going like that." Bree leaned in and gave her another kiss. "Of course I hope you don't avoid me too much over work."<br><br>&lt;PM if you want to resume&gt;
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