Title: Down Comes the Night
Fandom: Control
Rating: Teen & Up
Length: 155
Summary: The new Director is. Well. She is something.


The new Director arrives out of thin air, in the middle of a lockdown that cuts even department heads off in freestanding blocks. (And this is the Oldest House. IT tech sorcery operating at it's finest - there's nothing that's human that can leave a sector in lockdown.

... It doesn't seem to do much to the Hiss.)

Her hair is red, ruddy, hard to make out in uncertain lighting, and her eyes are blue. She wears clothes, not a uniform, and a jacket that appears to be made of leather.

She isn't ... unfriendly. Not even as standoffish as Trench had been. (Trench, it did not need to be said, was dead. The hows and whys and what that had to do with the new replacement director melting from the shadows of the House went unanswered.)
I’m just as human as any of you, she says with a smile, and her eyes spiral fractals.