In a moment, there's a truck - horn blaring, light blinding - pain as it slams into her and her friends, then blissful blank black.
She'll do that, she thinks, as she drags her limp hand up and around her palm, brushing it as she mutters the song.
A simple dress of a darker blue matching her hair forms around her.
How can she be productive?
There's got to be something that she can do - if nothing else, she could try working on some inscription thing or poke more at the details...?
She double-checks for any information about detecting corruption and or anything she can find about what this sort of combat looks like...
If there's the written system, there's got to be something that she can do to give herself an edge when the time comes and...
She flushes harder, burying her face in her hands.
If she's going to be needing to recharge her passion core a lot, she might as well make a vibrator for efficiency's sake.
There's a virus scan chant that scans a specified volume for the presence or absence of the virus.
There doesn't seem to be a combat manual.
The Passion Core docs did mention that masturbation was less efficient than sex. Not by how much, though. She'll just have to try it and find out, won't she.
She lets out a little repressed laugh.
Is there a volume limit on the scan...?
She walks back as best she can to the place she was summoned.
Her stone feet and illusory clothes are untroubled by the bushes. She makes it back to the base of the statue just fine.
There's no volume limit on the scan, but if she wants to scan the whole planet she'll need more Core Draw than she has.
Can she scan the city she's in on a reasonable amount of core draw, at least?
And there's got to be some way to get back in...
1 Core Draw for the entire city.
There's a slight shallow indentation along one side of the statue, which could be a concealed door.
Is there a spell / command word / something to open it in the docs...?
She does the scan.
She could try activate, ke.
The scan returns a no. She now has one Core Draw remaining.
She lets out a quiet trill of the word, smiling faintly.
The door opens, allowing her back into the statue if she should so choose.
She smiles, and closes it back up with the same command.
Masturbating without lube isn't ideal but she doubts that it will be all too easy to ensure that she has it on hand and she's stressed and that doesn't really help but...
She breathes out.
She can do this.
She gently runs her hands down her hips.
...She wonders what if the 'adminstrative body' has any 'special features' for playing around with this...~
She is definitely a bit more sensitive than she used to be. It doesn't help that she's been out in the chill air in nothing but wrapped-light illusions.
She shudders and trembles, and thinks about what it was like to have her see and scold her like that, about how nice it is to have all of these details there, and how she probably doesn't have to worry about her nails chipping or breaking or otherwise being a problem.
Her fingers glide down across her sex, fingernails gently sliding across the smooth flesh.
Is there any way to get some sort of read out for how close the passion core is to engaging...?
She can bring up an internal gauge of how close she is to engaging her passion core! Right now it's stuttering down in the low greens.
She smiles a little, and brings it up.
Her fingertip brushes across her clit lightly, and she lets out a small terse moan.
Slight blip. No real movement.
She hums softly as her fingernail glides over it again and again, spending a moment to hum small fragments of song she half-remembers in time to her strokes.
The gauge picks up a little into the yellows.
She thinks about how nice it'd be, to be in a place where passion is so rewarded. About how nice it is to have this heat rise up in her chest, about the way that her tongue swirls around in anticipation in her drooling mouth, about how nice it is to rattle off all the reasons that she's warm and getting warmer.
There's more fingers tending to her sex now, stroking the sensitive sweaty skin around it, sliding and reaching down to brush her pussy's walls.
The gauge holds steady in the yellows.
She lets her head sink down, and release tension in her throat that she didn't know that she wwas holding to moan quietly, chest heaving and panting as she runs her fingernails down into her more and more dripping walls, shuddering slightly with the pleasure.
The gauge flickers into the red.
She grins broadly, and starts rubbing more and more firmly, fingers sliding around to let fingernails and fingertips both rub and stroke exquisitvely across her, as she gasps and pants and wobbles in place, moans occasionally interrupting her revery, causing her to back to arch to project a louder moan.
The guage steps into the reds and holds.
She blinks and gasps and trembles and her fingers dive deeper into her, probing and rubbing towards her g-spot as she drips and mewls and stares a little confusedly at the gauge.