Due to various portal issues, Cara had gotten in late enough the night before that halfway to the hotel, she'd turned and headed for Cara Mason's converted warehouse loft (that also served as a secret lair) instead, and it was there that she now awoke, stretching luxuriously for the sake of the cameras as she pulled on a tasteful-yet-sexy (also expensive) nightshirt.

She settled in at her computer, going to the folders full of research on potential marks. She'd take this town for all it was worth, and this then... No, she wouldn't, couldn't think of that, not now. She had to keep her eyes on the prize and not get lost in memories of her mysterious, painful, and ill-defined past.

[Open, because what's the point of a secret lair if no-one knows where it is?]

It was the quiet that woke Cara up. The Mason household was never this quiet of a morning. Even when she'd finally gotten the room to herself after Grace had married, it was exceedingly rare not to be woken by any of the dozens of everyday sounds she'd grown up with.

Of course, when she actually opened her eyes, and noticed little things like the walls being bare plaster instead of hanging covered wood, and the large window, made of glass no less, it became obvious why the usual household noises were missing. "Father? Mother?" she called out, hoping for a response that was not forthcoming. Smoothing down her hideous dress, she padded over to the door to peek outside. Just in case it was only her room that had changed.

Not so much luck there.

She was distracted enough by how different her room was to how it should be, let alone the fact it was obviously not attached to her home, that she managed to miss the leathers carefully draped over the back of a chair. Fortunately. Finding those would have done Cara's peace of mind no good at all.

[ooc: open door, open post.]

Cara Mason woke to a fabulous day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, she had classes to look forward to. Pretty much the only thing missing was the presence of her friends, or else a journey book so she could tell them just how much they all meant to her. That would make the day absolutely perfect.

Though on reflection maybe it was a good thing she didn't have one, she had no idea how she'd use it when the very sight of blood made her queasy.

She considered lazing about in bed for a while, but then she might miss Professor Mick's class, and could never live with herself if she did that. Plus she needed to figure out what to wear today. Something pretty, so she looked as good to others as she felt about herself.

[Establishy!]