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

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

[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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Having made her home out in the tree village with Katniss, Rue's a little surprised to see someone else around. She hides up in the trees for a bit, watching silently as Molly tries to get her bearings and makes her message in the journal.

Only once does Molly begin to climb down, does Rue follow after, silently swinging to a tree further down, then climbing down to sit on the lowest branches.

"Hi. I haven't seen any white rabbits around, but there are some brown ones living around here."

Oh my goodness, you are a quiet child. Molly starts, freezing, although camouflage against the tree with the way she's looking right now is quite pointless.

"Oh, hello!" And she smiles up at the girl. She looks about Amanda's age. "Is this your tree house?"

Where the heck am I?

"Yep! Well, one of them is." Rue smiles, her legs kicking back and forth slightly. She recognizes the white dress as the same one she arrived in and as others did too. New Feather, if she remembers the term correct.

"Do you want help getting to the village? It's where everyone else lives."

Okay, so there was a village. That was good to know. But Molly is not sure she wants to go to a village if it's - what, safer? - for a little girl to live outside of it.

"That sounds like a good place to start. Is it a... friendly village?"

"Everyone seems really friendly and helpful, and there's all sorts of shops where everything is free, and no one goes hungry or anything. It's really nice." Rue's words are honesty and filled with child-like sincerity. It does nothing to explain why she's living out in a set of treehouses, but to each their own.

Molly blinks hard and gives consideration to the wings on everyone's back before - nah. "Wow, that sounds almost too good to be true. Do you know the name of the village?"

"It's called Luceti, and people are brought here from different worlds by an organization called the Malnosso." Rue gestures at the journal in Molly's hands. "There's a guide that explain everything."

Molly blinks down at the guide. "That's very friendly of the Malnosso. Do they run the village?"

Is that why you're hiding here?

"I guess? At least I think they do since they bring people here and bring in supplies and everything. But they aren't actually in the village according to everyone else."

"Is that why you're staying out here?"

Rue pauses a little before she nods. It's not pleasant news, but Molly would it hear it eventually. If not from her or someone else, likely the guide.

"Sometimes they kidnap people or pull them away to fight. If I hide out here, then they can't catch me."

...okay, wow.

"Hiding," Molly said with the affectation of wisdom - or more precisely, mimicking Harry doing his best affection of wisdom, "is always very good idea if you're trying to avoid someone catching you."

It was, in fact, her own best course of action. A quick, nervous flash of a smile as she let the 'wizard's wisdom' drop. "I hope it works."

Rue smiles, agreeing with the bit of wisdom. "If they can't find you or catch you, they can't take you away! I'm good at climbing too."

There's some pride in her voice when she says that.

"I can see that," Molly said, smiling. Her feet were starting to hurt. "You'd have to be, to be living up here."

"It's not so bad. There are ladders too." Rope ladders, but Katniss and she rolled them up so no one else could get up there as easily. She grips the branch and easily drops down to the ground.

"Let's get you to the village, though it's a bit of a walk."

Molly smiled a bit at the girl's take-charge attitude. Of course, it could just because she wants me to get out of her house-area. Which, really, was reasonable enough too.

"I don't suppose you've got an extra pair of socks I could borrow?"

"Oh, sure!" Rue smiles happily, easily scaling up the tree again. "Wait there, I'll get some for you!"

Before there's proper time for Molly to reply, Rue is gone, silently leaping and swinging through the trees and back to the treehouse. Their supplies are limited, just enough to survive as they can out in the forest before making a supply run the following week. But sparing a pair of socks for a stranger is something Rue finds reasonable. Maybe she can be an ally for them too.

Ten minutes later, Rue silently swings back through the trees and drops down in front of Molly, offering a pair of wool socks.

Wow, that was fast. Molly paused to watch Rue go - very quick, very silent, very impressive - before she glanced around and, for lack of anything better to do, begins to thumb through the journal, starting at the beginning.

...what a strange book.

She glanced up, startled a bit at Rue's reappearance. Between the girl's silence and her own absorption with the journal, she'd not noticed her return. "Oh - thank you."

She smiled and reached out to take the socks. "I'll have to get you another pair later."

Not 'wash and return' them, because Molly anticipates them being pretty much trashed.

"You're welcome, though don't worry about bringing socks back. We can always pick up more in the village. There's lots there." Rue responds before dropping back down. "Sorry, I should have brought you a coat too."

Molly shook her head. "I'll be fine in the dress while I'm walking, if it's not too far to the village."

She put on the socks and stood up. There. Better than nothing. "Thanks."

"It'll be a bit of walking, but if you follow the river upstream, it'll take you right there. I'll go with you too."

Smiling, Molly agreed. "That would be great. I'd like the company."

She tilted her head inquiringly, "I'm Molly. What's your name?"

"I'm Rue," she replies. "I haven't been here much longer, almost two weeks. But it's been nice so far!"

"Rue is a pretty name," Molly said, and meant it. "I'm glad to hear it's been nice. I'd like to hear about it."

Rue begins to walk at an easy pace, weaving a path through the trees to take them closer along the river. "Well, there's no money so everything is free. You can have all the food or items that you want, even a house. And they have all sorts of restaurants and cafes if you don't want to cook. No one ever goes hungry here."

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