[ 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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[talentsgirl]

"Oh - you did it too hard." She reached over to the torn bread and popped a little in her mouth before getting another slice. "Mmm, it's good though.

"Okay, do you want to try again with the jelly, or do you want me to just finish making this one and we'll split it, and you can decide whether or not you want to have another half?"

[arturius]

He felt like a child. Worse, it was like she was treating him like one.

"It's ridiculous. This bread is far too thin and flimsy."

[talentsgirl]

"Do you give up on everything after your first try?"

[arturius]

"I didn't say I was giving up."

[talentsgirl]

"So do you want to do it, or should I?"

[arturius]

"I'm going to do it. Just give me a moment." Unhappily, he took another piece of bread and this time took his time spreading the jam on it.

[talentsgirl]

Meanwhile, Molly worked on spoiling her appetite by nomming on another piece of busted bread and jelly.

It also served as a nice cover to not laugh at him. She wasn't exactly sure what to make of the vibe she was getting off of him. It made sense that he'd have killed a lot of people, but... there was something to it that was making her more uncomfortable than mere death, but not quite telling her to run.

Still, it was better not to laugh at him.

[arturius]

It wasn't difficult to tell she was amused at him. He would be, if the roles were reversed. So rather than make himself a fool, he changed the subject while finishing the slice of bread. "Is hair like that normal where you're from?"

[talentsgirl]

"The blue and green? Not really." She took another piece of bread. "I dyed it this way."

[arturius]

"... you dyed it?" He didn't know hair could be dyed to look like that. "Why?"

[talentsgirl]

"I felt like a change." You know, from peroxide white.

...she shouldn't be enjoying trolling King Arthur so much. It's clearly Harry's influence.

[arturius]

He finished a second slice of bread. Decent, this time around. "And the marking on your neck... is it a druid symbol?"

[talentsgirl]

She gave him a startled glance. That was an interesting question. But. Arthur. Merlin. She was surely safe here, right?

...yet. Harry had only recently made a point about Merlin being a bastard and this wasn't the Arthur she'd heard of back home so. An honest answer, but perhaps not the truest one. "No, it isn't. Why do you ask?"

[arturius]

The surprise was evident enough. Obviously the mention of druid meant something to her. But he also saw little reason to pry.

"It's the custom of the druid people to have markings like that. But I suppose there may be no such people where you come from."

[talentsgirl]

"So far as I know," and this was also the absolute truth, "the Druids have been dead for centuries. There might be a few people who rise up and call themselves that, but they're not the real deal."

[arturius]

"I see." He wondered what became of them. He had made a promise to treat them with respect, but did they end up destroyed anyway?

But he wouldn't go there. So a change of subject. "I think these should do. Are you sure this is going to be good?"

[talentsgirl]

I'm sure that if I talk it up anymore, you'll say you don't like it just to be contrary.

Molly. You were talking to a king. Be more respectful. He probably doesn't mean to be so... disdainful. Imperial. He's a king.

She moderated her expression slightly, "I like them." She moved to mash the two slices of bread together, covering the jelly side with the peanut butter side with the peanut butter side and then cutting them in rectangular halves. "If you don't, then you don't have to eat it."

[arturius]

Given the age from when he came, he wasn't picky by modern standards at all. Sure, he may not like eating rat stew, but just about anything else was good. He took his half of the sandwich and took a bite of it, chewing thoughtfully. Peanut butter and bread are a hard combination to talk though, so he gave an approving nod and a 'mmm' to go with it.

[talentsgirl]

She swallows and grins. "Good, right?"

[arturius]

He managed to down it and added yet another nod. "Not bad at all. Though that milk is starting to sound good."

/sob, sorry! thought I tagged this!

[talentsgirl]

"Mmm," Molly nodded. "Do you have some?"

[arturius]

Not as such, no. But he was certain someone did. "I'll have a look."

He soon returned with a half filled jug of milk. Success. Fetch some glasses, woman!

[talentsgirl]

How is she supposed to know where the glasses are? It's your kitchen. And someone is going to be very upset about their milk... not that Molly knew it wasn't his.

"Where are your glasses?"

[arturius]

Woman's intuition! They're in a cabinet above the something. Arthur reluctantly weaved around her to fetch two. He even poured the milk as well. Look at how much he's doing for you. "There. Drink up."

He did as well.

[talentsgirl]

He is employing so much common courtesy - she barely registers it as more than that. "Thanks."

And she will drink up.