[ Action, Video, and Voice! ] Good Golly, Miss Molly .001

[talentsgirl]

[Molly woke up on her side, in pain, and cold.

That's strange. I wasn't asleep a moment ago. Was I?

Also, her brain felt fuzzy. That wouldn't do. Deep breaths, Molly, and she remained still and safe for a moment - movement was a tell, and until she had her focus back she wasn't going to do anything until she was sure she could hide. Then slowly, Molly sat up.]

Woah.

[She was on top of a tree house. In what looked like a tree village, no less. And where the heck were her clothes?]

Let me guess. I'm not in Kansas anymore.

[Molly twisted around to try to see the source of pain on her back, only for bright pink to meet her eye - a single pink wing! With a blue one to match. Oh. Hahahahahaha, this must be a dream. She gave a light tug on one of her wings and the dull pain turned into a shooting one which made her grit her teeth against the sudden flare behind her eyes. OK, girl. The wings stay on. And if this was an illusion, it was a hell of one to sustain that much pain. She glanced around, found, and opened the journal.

Huh.]

...a magic book with my name on it. That's not at all suspicious. Well, I guess I'm already through the looking glass...

Hello, in the book! I'm looking for a white rabbit, he was supposed to give me the time. Or maybe the place? Either way, I'm late for an important date.

[No time to say hello, goodbye... either way, she couldn't sit around waiting for the magic book to talk back. Magic didn't work that way. And it was still here, she could feel it humming but... faint. And very much like it was through a looking glass. Strange.

Either way, she wasn't one to just sit around in a tower - or a treehouse - and wait to be rescued. She held the book carefully opened by inserting one finger in it and closing the book around it in case of a response, not knowing that flashes of video could escape through it as well, and began to make her way down as best as she could in a dress entirely too short for her long legs and thin enough to hint at just how low the thorn tattoo starting high at her neckline curved down. Time to wander the forest in hope of... something. Some kind of clue or direction.]

[Part the Second: Or if you'd rather not rescue/inform a New Feather]

[Clothed in jeans a light jacket, and boots, one tall young lady is poking about all the shops in the square. Maybe you'll run into her there?]

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[arturius]

Shopping was never Arthur's specialty, nor would it ever. He made decisions as a king about strategy, the welfare of the kingdom, how to deal with threats, and whether men would live or die. They were difficult, but he had learned to not doubt his own instincts. His uncle had bred into him self-doubt and he'd had to quell it.

But this was a difficult choice. Standing and blocking an aisle in the grocery, Arthur was torn between... well, everything. Canned soup was supposed to be easy, after all. At least, he had gathered that from watching others in the kitchen here. A bit of soup in a pot and you heat it up. Unfortunately he had no idea what sort of soup he'd even like. Most of these were types he'd never had before. He was self aware enough, at least, to realize nearly immediately he was blocking someone's path.

He immediately stepped aside, but fumbled at a quick apology as he caught sight of her. It was a woman, but she was tall, nearly eye level with him. And though he'd seen some wild hair in his time here, he'd never seen it in more than one shade. To his credit, he recovered quickly with a vague gesture to continue on her way. "My apologies for blocking the way. I suppose it's a bit narrow through here."

That's why stores were meant to be out in the open, on busy streets.

[talentsgirl]

Of course exploring brought her into the super market. Everything just refilled here, naturally? What kinds of things did they have here? Was there food from other worlds? It was well-worth exploring, even if it did leave her down the canned goods section.

Molly smiled at the stranger. "That's okay, I wasn't looking for anything in particular. I was just - looking."

This whole thing was still so odd.

[arturius]

"Well, there's certainly no shortage of things to look at." He said it with a touch of irritation that there too many choices. Or so it was in his opinion. For anyone from a modern world, the grocery store would be considered quaint.

[talentsgirl]

She reached out to a shelf and took hold of one of the cans, holding it close for better inspection. "Campbell's. Huh."

There's no place like home, there's no place like home...

Where are my ruby slippers?

[arturius]

"Is that good?" Hopefully. He'd really just rather take someone's word for it.

[talentsgirl]

"Depends who you ask. It's not exactly organic, but..." she flipped the can lightly in the air and then held it out to him with a wry smile, "it's hard for even me to mess up."

[arturius]

He accepted the can, frowning at the label. Chicken Noodle it was, then. "I'll consider myself fortunate if I manage to open the can."

Given he was wearing an old fashioned brown long coat with a sword sheathed at his side, it was not difficult to tell what sort of person he was. A not-modern-convenience one.

[talentsgirl]

"You don't have a can opener? Maybe they have some with the pull tab..." She turned to better inspect the shelves.

[arturius]

He was starting to feel ridiculous. More than before. He set the can aside. "You don't need to worry yourself about it. I'm not going to starve." So, push forward to setting a better impression of himself. "I'm Arthur."

[talentsgirl]

Arthur. Sword. Unfamiliar with cans.

...nah.

She smiled at him. "I'm Molly. I just got here. It's nice to meet you, Arthur."

[arturius]

"Oh, you're new?" He paused, searching for the right term: "A new feather, then. At least, that's what I was called. I suppose this means I don't qualify as one anymore."

[talentsgirl]

Molly flared the ridiculous wings behind her, the one bright blue and the other cotton candy pink in response to that. "Very new. I hear the wings stop hurting after a few days?"

So he was relatively new himself...

[arturius]

Not even her wings could manage to stay the same color. To his credit, his own wings were tucked under his coat. He'd cut holes in his shirts, but he preferred not to have his sprouting out for all to see. It was too ridiculous for him.

"A week at most. They don't agree with chainmail." Not that it stopped him from wearing it.

[talentsgirl]

"No, I'd imagine they wouldn't." She looked at him curiously. "Is the chainmail really necessary around the village?"

Chainmail is heavy.

[arturius]

"Old habits die hard. Knights of Camelot are expected to be ready at all times." But he wasn't wearing it now, at least. He only did when he left the village now. Still, he still hadn't quite managed to stop bringing a sword along when he left home.

[talentsgirl]

Record scratch.

"Knights of What-now?"

[arturius]

Really? Really? He can't even mention his own home, can he?

"Camelot."

[talentsgirl]

"You're Arthur. Of Camelot. King Arthur?"

...wow, does this beat meeting Luke Skywalker? Possibly. Not entirely. But that's okay, she can talk it up. King Arthur.

[arturius]

"Yes, yes. King Arthor of Camelot. With the sword in the stone and the knights and everything." It was obvious that he had deal with this more than once already. "Does everyone know about it?"

[talentsgirl]

'The sword in the stone' - that struck a rather familiar chord with the girl, and Arthur's question is ignored as her gaze fixed on the sword at his waist.

It wasn't the same.

Molly felt a sudden, abrupt surge of homesickness. "That's not the sword you pulled from the stone, is it?"

[arturius]

"Yes, yes it is. Recently, in fact. The day before I arrived here, actually." Instinctively he took hold of the hilt. Not drawing it, but steadying it at his side. It served to remind him of how all that so called destiny regarding it had meant a whole lot of nothing. He ended up trapped in this place, helpless to escape.

[talentsgirl]

"Oh."

Come on girl, get it together.

She looked up at Arthur with a small smile. "It looks different than how I-" remembered. imagined. One too true, the other too false. "-thought."

[arturius]

"I take it that it doesn't live up to what you expected." Well, Arthur himself didn't quite do that either to most people. Maybe if he grew a beard.

[talentsgirl]

Molly shook her head, still smiling, "Actually, it's a lot prettier than I thought it would be. And it doesn't look that old at all - probably because it belongs with you, in your time. It's just different, that's all."

[arturius]

"It belonged to the first King of Camelot. It had been in stone for centuries before I claimed it." Or at least, that was what Merlin told him. Lying bastard.