[ 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?]

Comments

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[talentsgirl]

[You're all heart.]

I'll make a point of it.

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[alloys]

[His most shining quality.]

Any other questions? We've covered shoes, the wings, ninja turtles...

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[talentsgirl]

I don't suppose there's a bus route?

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[alloys]

Afraid not. There aren't even any cares. Believe, I know. It's terrible.

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[talentsgirl]

Great. [Molly hazards a glance down the tree house. Oh well, no hope for it.] I'd better get going before it gets dark - are there available places to stay in this town?

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[alloys]

You're in luck--there are a plethora of open rooms in all of the community houses, as far as I know.

[Yes. A plethora.]

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[talentsgirl]

[Oh goody.]

Well, that's something.

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[alloys]

There's also room in my house. I still need a personal assistant--and someone to do my laundry. You up for the task?

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[talentsgirl]

[Okay. Ew.]

Sorry. I make it a personal policy not to take employment offers from people who leave me to wander barefoot in the woods.

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[alloys]

Well, that's a crying shame. [Though that does give him pause.] ...Is there really no one coming to fetch you?

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[talentsgirl]

[Since everything would be very different if someone was/had/will...]

I thought you said there weren't any bus routes.

[In other words, no, no there is no ride that she can hitch.]

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[alloys]

...No, but usually people hop right on these things. Tell you what--give it even ten minutes, and if someone doesn't volunteer to come pick you up? I might be able to pencil you in.

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[talentsgirl]

You're that desperate for a PA?

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[alloys]

You'd be surprised how motivating a pile of laundry can be.

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[talentsgirl]

What's so hard about laundry? [...] You don't have to do it by hand, do you?

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[alloys]

When you're busy trying to find a way to save the world, something like laundry becomes a pretty menial task.