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Mona Chambers

Just because there are alternatives, doesn't mean they apply to you.

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a character in “Uncanny Valley”, originally authored by Crichton, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Mona Chambers's Story

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Susan

The farm had previously belonged to a family member of Peter's. The Bloodforged were not the first to use it for the purposes of their cult, and so the barn had not been in proper use for many generations. The others had never really cared to ask where the rest of Peter's family was now: they were well aware that though they were following in the footsteps of the cult that came before them, neither the members nor any of the other cults expected them to be affiliated. The Striga cult had been out of business for many years when the Bloodforged cult was founded. Their only real connection was the house, and Peter's family name.

The farm suited them well enough. With the exception of Susan, few of them were still in contact with their families and it was nice to have a place to stay– and even Susan had a strained relationship with her mother after her decision not to join the family cult. The whereabouts of Peter's family was, as mentioned, still a mystery. Freddy had faked his own death a year or so before he attended university, and everyone was quite certain that Mona had killed her parents long before they had been discovered dead after her leaving home for good. Mona still maintained that it was perfectly normal for two people, who loved each other very much, to have simultaneous aneurysms.

So the barn had been repurposed into a makeshift laboratory for Mona, while Peter and Susan both claimed an extra room in the farmhouse as their studies. Freddy, having no particular goals in life that would require studies or laboratories, spent most of his time playing video games in the living room and had graciously accepted his role as the resident cook. On average days, like today, they spent most of their time apart with their separate projects until the smell of food began to trickle in.

Mona was having the kind of day where she would much rather have never left the bedroom. Draped over an uncomfortable wooden chair in her laboratory, she wrapped herself in a blanket and stared at the computer screen before her. She'd tried every possible combination. Every trick, every tiny experiment, with the exception of one thing. Well, probably more things– but she was feeling uninspired and grumpy, and the world was a little bit bleaker than usual, and so her usual enthusiasm for her project was overshadowed by momentary defeatism.

The one thing was electricity. That was what she was missing. It would seem obvious, perhaps, to the untrained eye. Even Doctor "Didn't Even Finish His Bachelor's Degree" Frankenstein had been able to think that far ahead, if the movies were to be believed. What the good doctor lacked, however, was finesse. The project would require large quantities of electricity that one couldn't derive without calling attention to oneself– if one were to steal it from the nearby town, for example. Similarly, though a lightning strike was aesthetically pleasing it was volatile and uncertain. Mona liked being certain; careful. The source would have to have a personal touch that would allow her to control intensity flawlessly– but also had to be powerful enough that she wouldn't drain the source prematurely.

In other words, she needed a person, with a power. Switching off the computer and leaning back into the chair, Mona gazed at her warped reflection in the blackness of the screen and wondered– where could she possibly find such a person?

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It was no use remaining inside. Mona could already feel a slight pain in her back from the awkward angle. It was a strange thing to consider, but perhaps in the future she'd do something about the adjustable height of the chair, so she could comfortably rest her feet on the table without cramping. Planning around procrastination was perhaps not the best way to spend her time– in fact she was pretty sure it counted as procrastination– but she'd take it over mulling on in her creative slump.

So she swung her feet down from the counter and took a walk around her laboratory, trying to decide if there was anything small– a detail she could tweak or something– that needed change. She paused in the middle, sighing.

The laboratory was big, and bore clear signs of its previous use. Mona had spend an agonising month cleaning the place, and didn't even want to think about how much money she'd spent on decent lighting. The barn was separated into three, two rooms on the ground floor and one on the first floor. She used the second ground floor room for storage. The upper floor was prepared for, but not yet in, use. In what you might call the main room, her office set-up was simple, awkwardly placed not-quite-in the corner of the space, giving way to a large collection of counters and desks that didn't match and wasn't meant to. They had been acquired at multiple sales and backwater yard sales where prices could be negotiated or intimidated down.

In the far end stood what her acolytes creatively called 'The Slabs'– metal beds on thin legs with lockable wheels. The latter part was her personal favourite. Three of the slabs were covered by white sheets, an unmistakeable human outline protruding from underneath. Mona ran a hand over the feet of one, feeling the blood of the body rush beneath her fingers, but in the end there was nothing more she could do. She turned the lights off and walked outside, taking a deep breath as she paused on the grass between the barn and the farmhouse. Not far away she could see the tree line stretching past. It seemed generally a terrible place for her operations.

Still, she remained standing for a while, wondering fleetingly if she was fated to remain in an intellectual limbo for the rest of her life, or if something, soon, would happen...