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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"No, I don't think anyone has. But if you've just arrived, no doubt you have more important things on your mind."

[Oh, chere, she likes it already. Of course, she'd like it better if what he was saying made any sense.]

That happens somewhat regularly?

"More important things than actually feeling useful when trapped inside a giant invisible bubble? No, I think a distraction sounds pretty good to me."

She shrugged a little, "So if you don't mind, I'd love to show you."

Every other month. Don't worry, it don't make too much more sense once you're settled in. "Intergalactic scientists brought us here" sounds weird, I know, but that's the gist of it.

[Just another day in the life, right.]

"I suppose that leaves me stuck as your charity case. Well I guess I don't have much choice." He was hungry, after all.

"Well, you're doing me a favor by letting me do you a favor."

Molly paused, ran that through her head one more time, and then shook her head, smiling a little wryly. "Let's just find the peanut butter."

[...

Dryly:] You know, you really should warn a girl to sit down before you let her know she's stepped into a bad Science Fiction movie.

Désolé. It gets worse, but maybe that oughta wait.

It gets worse? [Well. That was definitely some - apprehension, if one is putting it kindly - leaking into her tone.]

...no, if it's worse, I think you should tell me.

"You already seem to know about this more than I do, so by all means, lead the way."

"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."

"Hundreds. Which makes it a proper little village, I suppose. With shops and a schoolhouse for the little ones. There are little ones, here. Children."

Well, hell. She wasn't too far past me, I guess. On the one hand, it was comforting, on the other hand, it was frustrating, not knowing how it would turn out with my daughter.

My feet hurt. And something in Molly's tone, in the pause before she spoke, bugged me, but I couldn't put a finger on why.

"Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Hell, once we knew where she was all we have to do is charge in carrying a big ball of whup-ass and save the day, right? Evil thwarted, good prevails, save the kid, everybody goes home and we all live happily ever after."

I turned and shot her a grin.

"Oh." That knowledge felt like a punch to the gut. Not being able to protect herself, that was bad enough, but knowing that there were children taken from their homes and used for experimentation... it was sickening and grievous, and in the distance of her mental landscape Molly felt herself starting to get very angry with a coldness that burned.

That anger will be very well hidden - distant - but it may be enough for Sharpe to detect how that effected her that all her customary good cheer slipped off her face. She looked a touch pale.

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He expected no less for he felt the same chilled disgust and derision. Perhaps it comforted him to recognize it only briefly on the woman's face.

"The others seem to look after'em well enough, lass." Soft. Natural. Lass.

[No, Harry. That's not what's going to happen.

She wanted to cry and throw herself on him and hold him, she wanted the whole horrible story to spill itself out, No, you broke your legs, you made a deal with Mab, you're going to kill yourself afterwards and I helped you do it and for him to somehow make it all right, to take this cup from her.

But he'd trusted her with this burden. He'd asked her to make him forget - and what was the point in telling him what he'd done with Mab?

"You're one hell of a woman, Molly."

God. Even though it would break her to be with him like this, him not knowing, she'd do it. It might not be the best choice, but it was hers. He didn't need to know. He'd been hurt so much - she could protect him here, at least from this.]

Just like in The Fellowship of the Ring. [Her eyes might be a bit too bright, but Molly nodded and smiled with enough tremulous confidence that it would hopefully be believable. And if not, she has a handy distraction ready.]

But Harry, I don't understand. If you've been here for nine days, then how come I don't remember you disappearing?

Heh. I see you managed to get all your references down at least.

[Don't worry, Bruce'll be helpful... someday.]

"That's... good." Breathe, Molly.

She glanced back down. "That's really good. I mean, they made a school and everything, right?"

...a school. God have mercy. "How many kids do you think are here?"

And so Molly did, picking up whole grain bread, natural peanut butter, and leading them towards the jams. "Now the question is, are you a strawberry, grape, or raspberry man?"

"Because they drop us right back where they pick us up, with no memory of what happened. So, for example, they grabbed me during the fire at my house, before Sanya showed up, right?"

My feet were killing me. Luckily, we were almost there.

"So after they drop me off back there, that goes the way it was supposed to, Sanya saves my neighbors and all that, we find out about Chichen Itza, we get ready to go kick some ass, then they pick you up. And drop you off right where they left you. Like we were never gone.

Make sense?"

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?"

[Oh gosh, another talking voice. Well, fortunately, Molly is just chilling up in the treehouse waiting for her mentor to show up now.]

I think I left out wormholes and blue police boxes.

[It's OK, sarcasm is grounding!]

[They took him during the fire, oh God.]

...so you're telling me we're in a space/time loop.

[Sorry, that is both ridiculous and insanely cool, and Molly needs a moment to process.]

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"... Not a loop. It only recurs once. More like a... an overlap?"

Oh right. A space/time overlap. With Luke Skywalker.

[Where you're walking and sane and not evil and things are okay and I don't need to tell you because you haven't even asked me to do it yet.]

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