brittlest | open rp.

It doesn't take long for Kitty to explore the full borders of her cell. There is, as she discovers, not much there: a cot, a door, a chamber-pot, nothing else. She spends a few minutes searching for anonymous inscriptions - she does hope, briefly, that she might find a scratched message from the last resident of this place who had perhaps escaped through a loose stone in the floor or secreted a file in some hidden place, but no such luck.

So, having discovered everything there is to discover within the cell, she turns her attention to what's outside of it. And immediately discovers that that cell is far, far more intriguing than her own.

"Hey." She calls across to the prisoner there, whoever they might be. Her voice has the rasp of someone who knows they ought to be whispering, but she's not very quiet. "Hey. Can you hear me?"

Does that not-whisper penetrate past the heavy door and the binding enchantment into the cell beyond it? Hard to say. It's possible that the door is too thick, or that the spell work is too complex. Or maybe the person behind the door isn't listening. Or they're ignoring her. The lack of reply stretches out long enough so as to be definitive—

And then there is a single rap on the door.

Coincidence?

It comes at the right moment, right when she's started to despair of hearing anything at all in response. She's nearly turned away, and then there's that rap - and she doesn't think for a moment that it's a coincidence.

"Hi," she says, a bit breathlessly, fingers hooking around the bars. "Can you talk? Rap two times if you can't. For whatever reason."

open rp.

I'd tell you to slap my hands if I get things wrong about your canon but I know you'll roll with it

me out loud: "what canon"

damn right