[ 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

[greenjacketed]

"The mistress behind the bar said it was from the bakery. Said it would be...well, Molly? The word she used was scrumptious."

[talentsgirl]

...that's quite a smile you have there, Mr. Sharpe.

Molly quickly looked back down at her muffin, wary of the temptation to look him in the eyes. She tore half of the muffin in her hand into quarters, set down one half, and then tore the quarter into eighths. "It certainly looks good."

Probably made with white flour. Oh well.

Feeling abruptly self-conscious, she paused just as she was about to pop that eighth of a muffin into her mouth. "Don't you want anything?"

yeah that's the secret weapon icon i guess.

[greenjacketed]

He watched her dainty -- or what he considered dainty -- ministrations with mild interest. Not...overbearing interest. It was all very...casual.

"No, lass. I ate before you I went out to the woods. The tea'll do me fine." And he nearly downed the strong, bitter remains of his mug.

LOL - it may be, at that

[talentsgirl]

Right, then. She'll just pop that bit of muffin in her mouth while he's drinking, because it's less odd that way, and reach for the milk he'd brought to the table earlier in order to pour some in her tea.

...wow, that little bit of muffin really woke up her appetite. Her movements quicken a bit so that she can take the teabag out of the tea and have a sip before going back for the previously abandoned eighth. "Mmm. It's very good."

Vaguely, Molly hoped she hadn't just pulled a Persephone.

[greenjacketed]

Huzzah.

"Next time," he promised, "it'll be a proper meal."

Look at him -- gambling on a next time.

[talentsgirl]

Molly flicked a quick glance at him over her tea cup. Next time and a proper meal, was it? You don't grow up looking like she does without having heard a fair share of dinner proposals.

On the one hand - why not? He was certainly kind, attractive, and engaging, along with the added benefit of being the only person she knew here. It was on the tip of her tongue to accept, but caution checked her as well. He was also from a time hundreds of years before hers, and that time probably had its own rules about the dance of male/female relations, and while she had instinctively trusted him, she didn't know his rules, didn't know what her dress and manner and way of speaking to him would have already implied. She'd gotten in far too much trouble dabbling with matters when she didn't know the rules before, she's not eager to repeat that.

Molly lowered the tea cup back down and ripped the other forth of muffin in the same manner. "A proper meal with company sounds nice. I never did like eating by myself."

...that hadn't been what she'd meant to say, having intended a more vague 'We'll see.' But he didn't deserve vagueness or games and - she wasn't exactly up on her Napoleonic Era manners, but maybe it was just someone wanting to keep her company. She had a feeling, anyway, that it would be exactly what she wanted to make it. Molly nods to herself, satisfied, and pops another eighth of the muffin in her mouth.