I’ve a tale to tell and it’s quite long. It’s going to be a few parts in the telling, I don’t know how many yet.
A few weeks ago I was in one of my usual haunts and spotted a likely prey, let’s call her Jill. There wasn’t much to go on in her profile but what was there spoke of some intelligence, so in to the Shug mobile I hopped and set out to nab her.
It’s not often prey eludes me, this was one of those times. Beaten to it by an, at the time, acquaintance who we’ll call Jack. Ah well, such is life. Being nosey I lingered within earshot and the tale unfolded. Jack had been hunting Jill, the bet was that if Jack could capture Jill in seven days, then Jill would spend a week in RLV. Intriguing.
More discussion followed and Jack decided that a Kinky Things Iso-Helmet was to be the RLV restraint of choice. This alarmed me as I know how evil those things can be if not used correctly, so I put forward my services to help set it up. Jack cheerfully accepted and all was looking good.
During the set up I OOC’d with Jill in IM, getting a handle on how much experience she has with RLV, it soon became apparent her experience was minimal, patchy and for the most part, bad. My concerns grew however she was determined and it wasn’t my place to dissuade her; I was there to help facilitate not to direct. I did impress on her the usual blocked IM protocols which seem to have developed as something of a standard; for those not in the know one is yes, two is no, three is I have a non-urgent problem and five is I need help right now.
So a non-rlv user spending a week in RLV and in a helmet that’s set up to something close to the conditions one endures during banishment (I left a couple of the meaner things disabled) for seven days. Concerned? You betcha.
