talentsgirl | [ 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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Nope, not Kansas. Or Wonderland. [Thank God.] Hate to break it to you. Though, it's entirely possible you might things just as strange, so don't feel too let down just yet.

[Oh look, another sympathetic soul who recognizes her references.]

Really? Do you think I might pass the second star on the left and go straight on 'til morning?

[Just don't get too referency. You might lose him, and that would just be sad.]

Only if you remembered your pixie dust. Which probably isn't too hard to come by here, honestly.

It doesn't really work that way. [Honestly, she'd asked Toot and he'd been offended at the thought.

Oh wait, that sounded too knowledgeable.]

My thoughts aren't very happy.

[Sounds like she knows a bit about it. Huh.]

Doubt they'll get any happier being here. Unless you like being forced into battle and being experimented on and all manner of cheerful things like that.

[Her voice, in response to that is a bit faint.]

You really know how to roll out the welcome mat.

I do, don't I? Sorry for the dose of reality, sunshine, but trust me, the more you know up front, the less being here is going to suck.

So you're a dive right in to the icy pool kind of guy, good to know.

[Dear God, where am I?]

That's one way to put it. [As far as new arrivals go, this one's not too bad.] Name's Tony Stark, by the way. I'd say 'you've probably heard of me', but that's sadly not as common as it should be.

[The name is vaguely familiar, but Molly isn't really thinking 'Talking Fictional Characters' at this point and so the following question is a bit of a stall as she glances around and tries to get her feet under her.]

Why would I have heard of you?

[...Sob. Of course.]

Oh, no reason. Just the most famous inventor in the whole world, attractive billionaire, and superhero to boot. [NO BIG DEAL.]

[Okay, now she's just staring at the book.]

I'm sorry - what?

Yes. Superhero. Please tell me you at least know what those are.

A hero that's super. [This would be her mouth functioning on autopilot.] Usually found in comics or movies.

[Down the rabbit hole indeed.]

...And, it just so happens, occasionally in real life, too. Like myself, for example.

Riiight.

[I am talking with a crazy person.]

And which superhero is that, exactly?

The goddamn Iron Man.

[That curse was highly frowned upon in the Carpenter household.]

Batman. It's "The goddamn Batman." And, mister? I'm thinking you might have hit your head on the fall down the rabbit hole.

What, Batman's got that word trademarked now? What a shame. And you'd better get used to have people claiming to be superheroes. That's going to seem perfectly normal after you start meeting Ninja Turtles.

[...and Molly begins to put pieces together, in her own way.]

Okay, Mister... Stark, was it? Would you hold on one moment, please?

[Oh, come on.]

Sure, I suppose. But I don't have all day--busy guy, you know.

[The sound of the journal flipping. Because if he has one and she just woke up here and she has one, then it stands to reason that other people should have one too. And if the Ninja turtles are here, then she should be able to recognize them pretty... quickly...

This isn't possible.

...wasn't there a Sherlock Holmes quote about that?

God in Heaven...

Her voice is decidedly muted when she returns to the proper page.]

It seems like I owe you an apology.

Well, I'm touched. Come to your senses, have you? Good for you. Most people live in denial for way too long when they get here.

[I'm not ruling out extreme hallucinations, or having wound up in some kind of winged asylum.

But sharing that would hardly help her.]

And where is 'here,' exactly?

It's called Luceti. Congratulations, you're now a denizen of an entirely different world than the one you left.

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