More NInja-ness

Kit gagged on the annoyingly familiar taste of the drug in her mouth once more and blinked awake. She was laying...on a bed? No, not a bed, it was more like a pallet on the floor. With a really hard pillow. When her head stopped spinning she was able to sit up and look around, rather suprised by the surroundings. "Rice paper screens" she said at last, more to test her voice out after the drug than anything else. "Where the fuck am I?"

Then she noticed her hair. Her beads in particular. They were more disturbing than waking up in some oriental dream house...she knew intimately how thick each braid was, and what bead patterns she used...now...now her beads were thinner and far more numerous, and the neads were of hearts blood red and silver with jet streaks.

And then the clothing.

Kimono?

It was pretty. She'd give it that, dark black with a hem of crimson butterflies along the edges. It almost made her feel delicate. And it scared her.

Well, she wasn't achieving anything sitting here. She stood up and padded quietly to the sliding frame door and peered out. Empty. She wandered further and came to a low table with an oriental breakfast on it.

And there was a man seated at one end. "Welcome lady Butterfly" he said, bowing his head graciously. "Please, join me."

Bemused and a little disturbed, she sank to her knees, the new beads chiming in a far softer sigh than her own glass ones. "Where am I?"

"Home"