"Aww, cutie pie."

"You're cuter, blubber butt."

"And don't you forget it. Now, get plenty of rest. You need to have all that digested for breakfast tomorrow. Full medical workup to follow." She gives a little wave, picks up her pants and throws them to the nearest goon with a bark of "Laundry!", and shuts the door behind her, before presumably parading bottomless through her undersea lair.

"You're not gonna cuddle me to sleep?" Katie shouts, hoping she can hear it.

"Not today, peach tart!" calls a distant voice.

She frowns. That's a downer. She puts a pillow in her arms and imagines it's Monoceros. Looking on the bright side, the pillow is at least light enough that she can put her arms around it while laying down without the one that goes under it having its circulation cut off, which cannot be said of the real deal. Bad thoughts about how most of what she's been told is probably a lie and she's going to be subjected to painful experiments and return to society a ridiculous disgusting freak return to her briefly, but are quickly silenced again by her overwhelming tiredness from having recently consumed an entire Costco's worth of food. She drifts off into a sleep not as angelically restful as she imagines it could've been, were she tenderly snuggled up to her ample and affectionate captor, but she's happy and the bed is very comfy and the blankets are very warm and she's not having to ignore hunger gnawing at her gut which isn't always the case back home, so it's  a lot better than usual.

She is allowed to wake naturally without alarms or interference.

It occurs to her far too late that her phone was in her pants. God damnit. She's so fucking stupid. Whatever. Monoceros probably would've taken it if she'd tried to use it anyway. She leans up and visually scans the room for a bookshelf or something else that she could use to occupy her mind while she lays in bed and lets her brain boot up.

The Red Room does not contain any books. It does have a TV screen, which is situated in such a way that it can probably be a computer monitor, but it's not angled to be visible from bed.

Ugh. She blearily gets up, positions the comfiest chair she can find in front of it, and looks for an on button.

Now the TV is on. It has one of those doodads where she can go browse any of the umpteen media services that there are these days, or search the lot of them together.

She tries to hack it to see if she can get a web browser. Not even to try and escape, she's pretty sure in a way that is definitely not the product of horny motivated reasoning that even if she had a completely uncensored, unmonitored internet connection she couldn't bust out of here, but because she's too groggy to decide on a show to watch and wants to check her social media.

Yup, turns out one of these logos is a custom browser of some kind called Umbral.

She first types "MONOCEROS OR MONITORING GOON I AM NOT TRYING TO ESCAPE JUST BORED" into the search bar just in case, then logs into Chirp (or Doom.com, as it's been called since The Muskrat took over. God, supervillans are so predictable. Except when they're giving her affection and tasty food and orgasms. That she didn't expect.) and begins catching up.

Whether anyone is @-ing her to ask if she's okay depends on whether people on Doom-formerly-known-as-Chirp know her meat identity.

They don't. She hasn't had anyone who would notice her being kidnapped this quickly since her parents shipped her off to college. She opens up Eris and checks that as well.

Everything is normal on Eris except one person who remembers what metropolitan area she lives in and wants to know if she's okay.

She quickly sets her activity setting to invisible and makes sure not to post in any servers they're in. Best to give the impression that her captor isn't allowing her internet access. She types "MONOCEROS IF YOU'RE READING THIS CAN I BRAG THAT I HAVE A GF NOW WITHOUT SAYING WHO YOU ARE" into the search bar again and waits a moment to see if she gets any response.

My nonpareil, I kidnapped you in the broadest of fucking daylight. Tell the world. But if anyone tries to take you from me I will murder them.

"Noted." She brags PROFUSELY. Guys she thinks she has a girlfriend now and she's hot and smart and strong and rich and DELIGHTFULLY fleshy and she flirted with her at a bus stop and took her to her big fancy house and got her absolutely fucking stuffed, and not with cheap crappy fast food either, real good stuff, and she has some anxieties about their future but GOD she's so sweet and she made her cum so hard last night and she wants to hold her tight and never let go. She leaves out all the supervillain stuff. There are frankly some supes she'd enjoy seeing get their asses handed to them, but she's not even clear where this place is so she has no way of knowing who'd come and she doesn't wanna get someone killed if she's not 100% sure of who.

pithy: gratz, k
grape_fruit: Did you use protection?
Aquinas: I hope I'm not overstepping when I say that I think such action is a grave error that may endanger your soul.
pithy: heheh action
Aquinas: Please don't reply to my messages with innuendo.
a grave error that may endanger your soul: tag yourselves, I'm a grave error that may endanger your soul

@grape_fruit what, are her fingers gonna knock me up?

grape_fruit: No, but she could be sick!
spirulinagalaxy: what's the catch. aren't you laboring under the malevolent eye of the adversary or some shit. is she a serial killer
spirulinagalaxy: is she into astrology
spirulinagalaxy: is she working for communist china
Mezzopiano: mklmnvhgb mn
Mezzopiano: sorry, that was Aggie
spirulinagalaxy: does she like st*ven un*verse
a grave error that may endanger your soul: maybe K just got lucky for once in her life. or for the fortieth time in her life but this one hasn't stopped happening yet so she's still riding it.

ok so like there is a catch but if I tell you guys I'm gonna need you all to swear not to tell anyone. I mean it. großes indianerehrenwort.

pithy:........great indian word of honor?
great indian word of honor: okay new name
grape_fruit: oh boy what's the catch K
Mezzopiano: I'm in backscroll but congratulations~