[ 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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[arturius]

Not even her wings could manage to stay the same color. To his credit, his own wings were tucked under his coat. He'd cut holes in his shirts, but he preferred not to have his sprouting out for all to see. It was too ridiculous for him.

"A week at most. They don't agree with chainmail." Not that it stopped him from wearing it.

[talentsgirl]

"No, I'd imagine they wouldn't." She looked at him curiously. "Is the chainmail really necessary around the village?"

Chainmail is heavy.

[arturius]

"Old habits die hard. Knights of Camelot are expected to be ready at all times." But he wasn't wearing it now, at least. He only did when he left the village now. Still, he still hadn't quite managed to stop bringing a sword along when he left home.

[talentsgirl]

Record scratch.

"Knights of What-now?"

[arturius]

Really? Really? He can't even mention his own home, can he?

"Camelot."

[talentsgirl]

"You're Arthur. Of Camelot. King Arthur?"

...wow, does this beat meeting Luke Skywalker? Possibly. Not entirely. But that's okay, she can talk it up. King Arthur.

[arturius]

"Yes, yes. King Arthor of Camelot. With the sword in the stone and the knights and everything." It was obvious that he had deal with this more than once already. "Does everyone know about it?"

[talentsgirl]

'The sword in the stone' - that struck a rather familiar chord with the girl, and Arthur's question is ignored as her gaze fixed on the sword at his waist.

It wasn't the same.

Molly felt a sudden, abrupt surge of homesickness. "That's not the sword you pulled from the stone, is it?"

[arturius]

"Yes, yes it is. Recently, in fact. The day before I arrived here, actually." Instinctively he took hold of the hilt. Not drawing it, but steadying it at his side. It served to remind him of how all that so called destiny regarding it had meant a whole lot of nothing. He ended up trapped in this place, helpless to escape.

[talentsgirl]

"Oh."

Come on girl, get it together.

She looked up at Arthur with a small smile. "It looks different than how I-" remembered. imagined. One too true, the other too false. "-thought."

[arturius]

"I take it that it doesn't live up to what you expected." Well, Arthur himself didn't quite do that either to most people. Maybe if he grew a beard.

[talentsgirl]

Molly shook her head, still smiling, "Actually, it's a lot prettier than I thought it would be. And it doesn't look that old at all - probably because it belongs with you, in your time. It's just different, that's all."

[arturius]

"It belonged to the first King of Camelot. It had been in stone for centuries before I claimed it." Or at least, that was what Merlin told him. Lying bastard.

[talentsgirl]

"Centuries? Really?"

...wait.

"...just how long has Camelot been around?"

[arturius]

"Over three hundred years. It was conquered by my father about forty years ago. It was a different world in those days." The Old Religion was rampant and magic was everywhere.

[talentsgirl]

"Okay, wow, that's - very different than the story I know."

She had heard about Uther, but in the stories she knew, he'd never secured a kingdom, never called it Camelot. And the awareness of just how she would feel if the shoe were on the other foot, so to speak, came over her. And Molly shook her head, bright hair catching the light.

"And why shouldn't it be. We're in a land with wings, right? Let's start over."

She held out her hand for him to shake, vaguely aware that it was anachronistic, but hey, he'd been here for two months, surely he'd get the intention of the gesture. "Hi, I'm Molly."

[arturius]

His story always seemed to be different than what others heard. But in his defense, he'd actually been there. He wasn't always appreciative of having the differences pointed out.

"Of course, my apologies. Again, I'm Arthur."

He took her hand and took a moment to size her up. She seemed important, with hair like that. Certainly no peasant. So he raised her hand and bowed his head to plant a small kiss on it.

"It's a pleasure, I'm sure."

[talentsgirl]

Moll blinked at that. Okay, so King Arthur just kissed her hand. Yes. This is very nearly par to being floated off a roof with the Force. She withdraws her hand, smiling with genuine amusement and a touch of appreciation.

"Thank you. You know, I've heard of a King Arthur, but you're probably not the same one, and that probably involves all sorts of awkward conversation. All the same, should I call you Your Majesty?"

She won't, but - it's a test. And making fun of previous awkwardness is a game and she invites him to join in it.

[arturius]

"Hold on." What she said may be a game, but it was a worrying suggestion. There was another King Arthur? He wasn't the real thing? There were all kind of implications there. Not a one of them was pleasant. "Not the same one? What does that even mean?"

[talentsgirl]

...and the test turned up something entirely different.

"I meant that either the stories I know are wrong, or you're from a different world than I am."

She touched her heart, as if to introduce herself. "I'm from Earth, but from what I understand, there are people from Earths here which are completely different than my own. I didn't mean to offend you."

[arturius]

Stories. It was an uncomfortable way of putting his life. But then, hadn't the ancient kings of his own time been just stories? Legends were a funny thing. But he hadn't had any reason to suppose anyone who knew of him to be from some other version of his world. Just at a later point in it. He managed to at least hide his discomfort.

"I see. In any case, just Arthur is fine. There's no Camelot here."

[talentsgirl]

"I can do that," she nodded. "So - are there any foods in this shop that you like?"

[arturius]

"Plenty. But as for things I can actually make? No, not really."

[talentsgirl]

"Has anyone introduced you to the wonder of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?"

[arturius]

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