[ 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]

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."

[talentsgirl]

"More important things than actually feeling useful when trapped inside a giant invisible bubble? No, I think a distraction sounds pretty good to me."

She shrugged a little, "So if you don't mind, I'd love to show you."

[arturius]

"I suppose that leaves me stuck as your charity case. Well I guess I don't have much choice." He was hungry, after all.

[talentsgirl]

"Well, you're doing me a favor by letting me do you a favor."

Molly paused, ran that through her head one more time, and then shook her head, smiling a little wryly. "Let's just find the peanut butter."

[arturius]

"You already seem to know about this more than I do, so by all means, lead the way."

[talentsgirl]

And so Molly did, picking up whole grain bread, natural peanut butter, and leading them towards the jams. "Now the question is, are you a strawberry, grape, or raspberry man?"

[arturius]

"Well, I have always liked strawberries." Seeing the jar labeled as such, he did the honors of retrieving that one himself. "This one, is it?"

[talentsgirl]

"A classic choice," she said. "Let's go find someplace we can set up."

[arturius]

"Where I'm staying isn't far. The kitchen is large, too." Also shared, but that wasn't all that different from the castle's kitchen. Only he'd never had to try and make food in that one.

[talentsgirl]

Molly had, by now, learned about these community buildings. All the same, she wasn't sure about going back to someone's house in order to teach them how to make PB&J.

...yet it could be a source of potential information. Hmm.

"All right. That way we can have some milk with it."

[arturius]

"If that's the sort of thing to have with it, certainly. Just follow along."

With his own collection of food in hand, he headed towards the exit.

[talentsgirl]

"Milk is most definitely the sort of thing to have with it." And she followed along.

[arturius]

"That's already four more ingredients than I'm used to working with."

[talentsgirl]

"Well, as long as we don't pour the milk on the bread, I think we should be okay."

Cooking is not among Molly's talents, but she's not overly keen on admitting that, especially since her mom is the MacGyver of the kitchen.

[arturius]

"Fortunately I'm clever enough to manage to avoid doing that."

[talentsgirl]

She smiled over at him. "Then we should be fine!"

And then Molly flicked her gaze away from his face, glancing around them. "Where are we going, exactly?"

[arturius]

He pointed ahead of him, towards the tall building towering over the shops.

"Not far. And don't worry, there's a kitchen on the first floor."