Reuniting the Legends 2

Zari roughly pulled herself forwards, extricating herself from Sara's too-friendly embrace. She steadied herself, then saw a camera floating not far in front of her and remembered to hide behind her arms. She took a deep breath.

"Oh, cute," Astra said. "Going for the shy act this time?"

"What?" Zari said.

The crop cracked along her front. Zari yelped.

"No!" Zari said. "Red! Pineapple smoothies! Whatever the safeword is!"

"That was fast," Astra said.

"Lightweight," Ava supplied, still bent over the table.

Zari was slowly becoming aware of a noticeable redness over the Time Bureau Director's butt. That was... weird.

"Look, are you Nate? Or a Hindu love-god? Or, hell, Charlie?" Zari said. "No? Didn't think so, so no sexy-times here, thank you very much. Everyone got that?"

She sounded a little more frantic than commanding, she knew that. It was hard not to be when she was, you know, stark naked on fucking camera.

She spared a gust of wind to knock the nearest camera away. It was replaced quickly enough.

Astra shot a questioning look to Sara. Sara shrugged back.

"She just started acting weirdly in the middle of the scene," Sara said. "Don't ask me."

Zari pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and slowly counted backwards from ten despite every part of her body screaming at her to just get on with it. Calm. Focus.

Sara was some weird pizza delivery step-sister, Astra was a fucking dominatrix, and Ava was alarmingly submissive. That was a lot of stuff to process in a matter of seconds. Whatever was going on here, she seemed to be the only person who'd regained herself, even if not her clothes.

And they were on TV, by the look of it. Zari opened her eyes, as calmly as she could manage, resolutely ignoring Sara's gentle fondling.

"Everyone. Something weird is going on here, and you're going to follow me while we figure this out. Everyone got that?" Zari said, in a tone that brooked no disagreement.

Astra quirked an eyebrow, impressed.

"Do you want the crop?" she said, offering it.

"Still no!" Zari said. She clenched her fists, unclenched, then looked around.

The last time, the static had been behind a door that wasn't meant to be thought too hard about. Maybe this time...

She flung her arms forwards, channelling as much wind as she could at a flimsier looking wall of the dungeon. It splintered, and there was nothing behind it but the same shimmering static. She slumped in relief, saw the camera, and lifted her arms again.

"Alright?" Zari said, "Follow me."

And she strode forwards, braving the static. At least it couldn't be any worse than this weird place.