application for Derkhan Blueday (Perdido Street Station)

[derkhan.livejournal.com]

She came to consciousness in a profoundly unfamiliar room. Stone walls, bare stone floor, rich tapestries on the walls.

In her capacity as art critic for the Beacon, a reputable and legitimate paper of record, Derkhan Blueday would have estimated this setting -- tapestries and all -- to bespeak a desperate hunger for respectability on the proprietors' part. It was a look of deliberate antiquation, the kind of thing favored by money so new it practically bled ink.

However, in her capacity as acting editor of Runagate Rampant, a publication less respectable (indeed, illegal), Derkhan was alive to other possibilities. Evaluating her new surroundings in that light, she speculated that the decor might have been calculated to intimidate detainees, to put them in mind of dungeons and torture chambers.

Surely this was not the Spike? The room seemed far too large. A crawling in the pit of Derkhan's stomach insisted that if this wasn't the Spike, then it was someplace similar in purpose, and she was in deep trouble. She was in deep trouble regardless. So much for her painstaking disguise. Poor compared to what she'd routinely have put on just for the ride from Kelltree to Dog Fenn, but she and her friend spent so much effort on this one, it hurt worse somehow to know it'd failed -- the hair dye, the false scar, the other carefully improvised attempts, best they could manage under the circumstances ...

Derkhan took a series of deep breaths. Composed herself as best she could. Waited for something to happen. It would be a questioning, no doubt, and who knew how much she would actually say? She knew what tactics would be brought to bear, to make her talk.

( But when the questions came, they were far from what Derkhan expected. )

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