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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[Give her a moment, she's having a small freak out and doing some minor mental exercises to calm herself down, because this makes no sense at all.

...but is kind of awesome, in a horrible sort of way.]

[He does give it a moment, and then tries again.]

You alright out there?

[Somewhat faintly.]

Oh sure. I'm fine. I'm just talking to Gambit, is all.

[Give her a moment to wonder to see if the scales weigh out 'cool,' 'horrifying,' or 'I've gone crazy' as the best possible scenario.]

[Yeah, definitely looking like she's from another world where he's in comics or cartoons or something, if she can match "Gambit" to "Remy LeBeau" right off the bat. Clearly this calls for joking around.]

My reputation's gettin' ahead of me again, ain't it.

Just a touch. [You know what? Screw it. There's nothing she can do about this if she is crazy anyway.

She picks up the book and grins into it.]

You were always one of my favorites. It might have been the accent. But the cards were pretty cool too.

[Or maybe it was the hopeless romance you had going on with another Southerner. Or the fact that you were really hot.]

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Merci beaucoup. [Even though it's always kind of weird having someone say things like that. Girls flirting with him, yes, normal. Fans? Not so much.] Guess I should count myself lucky I've got both'a those here.

[Accent and cards, he means. Since he doesn't seem to be exactly like whatever other versions of himself other people know. Jubilee's version, for example. Which raises a question...]

Y'got me curious, though, chere... favorites outta who?

[Is this another one who thinks he's with the X-Men?]

[She misapprehends.]

Comic book characters. [That said somewhat sheepishly.] Wow, that was pretty rude of me, huh? That's not the sort of thing I'd want to hear if people knew me out of some book. Sorry.

[Oh my God, I'm talking to Gambit.]

Ain't the firs' time I heard it, petite. Don't worry 'bout it.

[Even though it is weird, but. Adele has proven trustworthy with knowing seemingly all of his deep dark secrets, and maybe Lady Luck will hold out with this new girl.

Also, maaaybe not on the X-team wherever she's from. Maybe. He'll find out later.]

Never did catch your name, by the way.

I'm Molly, Molly Carpenter.

[And I'm talking to Gambit.]

Enchanté, Molly.

Thank you. [Heh.] I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you, but I'm not convinced I haven't completely lost my mind yet.

You'll get used t'ings here soon enough. Or jus' stop tryin' to figure 'em out. One or the other.

[That's not very encouraging at all, but you know what? She's got more immediate concerns.]

So - there's a town or someplace around here, or does everyone live in tree houses?

You got it. There's a town. If you jus' keep headin' east from them tree houses, you'll reach it pretty quick.

I guess I'd better get going, then.

[Heh.]

Thanks for the welcome.

De rien.

[Just don't go falling out of the tree houses, that might end badly.]

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