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[ Action, Video, and Voice! ] Good Golly, Miss Molly .001

[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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[Which translated into: Sit down and stay put, Molly.]

Okay, I can do that.

[She'll just. Glance around for him for a while, and when he's not immediately forthcoming, return to the top of the tree house to use it as a watchtower. Height = perspective. And so she'll be able to spot when he enters the area. She calls out, waving enthusiastically.]

Harry! Up here!

I walked into the clearing and was immediately greeted by the siren song of a statuesque amazon with technicolor hair.

I looked up and grinned. If I could have had anybody from home here with me, there was a very short list of people, and Molly was pretty damn near the top.

"Well, don't just stand there, get down here!"

Yes, sensei!

[She starts moving, falling into the familiar patterns easily, because she has no idea what's going on, but with Harry here everything was going to be okay. He may even be in for a hug.]

I pretty much gave her ten, fifteen seconds after reaching the ground before grabbing and hugging her.

... Hey. I'd been here over a week and met nobody but strangers and fictional characters. A guy can get to missing actual friends.

Oomph.

[Molly clung back, careful of the wings on his back - if they were any where near as sensitive as hers, touching them would hurt a lot. Hers were still tingling sharply from the light tug she'd given them.]

It's good to see you too.

I finally pulled back, grinning sheepishly.

"Sorry. Little sentimental. It's been a while since I've seen a friendly face."

And then... I saw it. The wings.

I'd avoided them when hugging her, but I hadn't really paid attention to them. One was pastel blue, and the other was bright pink.

The cotton candy dye-job.

I couldn't help it. I started snickering.

But I just saw you!

[Maybe they were in the Nevernever? But it didn't feel like that. What else messed with time like--

He's laughing.]

What's so funny?

Somehow, her being oblivious only made it funnier. I fought to control the laughter.

"I... I'm sorry, it's the... the wings." I finally managed to choke out.

[Yes, she had wings. Which was pretty freaky in and of itself, but he had them too, so what was he--oh. She crossed her arms under her chest.]

Ha ha, Harry.

I finally managed to get the laughter under control, and then I straightened up and looked at her again.

And she gave me that indignant look. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to fall over in hysterics. Instead, I shrugged off the duster and handed it to her. Hilarious wing coloration be damned, that thing looked cold.

"And as for just seeing me... there's a couple things about this place that we need to talk about. One of them? It takes us from different times. I've been here for nine days now."

[She takes the duster, noting that wherever they were he apparently felt secure enough to give her his armor... but she doesn't see any rings on him.]

Wait, back up. Different times? And where are we? And why do we have wings? Ridiculous wings too - you couldn't even fly with these things.

[Every angel she'd ever heard of would laugh at wings like this, which is why she's not even thinking Afterlife.]

"Yes, Luceti, because the Malnosso are assholes, and no you can't, so don't try."

The Mal-who-now?

"The Malnosso, as near as I can tell, are a bunch of mad scientists or evil shadow government or something. They're shaky on the details, but they pretty much kidnapped us all, stuck the wings on us, and stuck us here to run around like hamsters in their maze."

Of course, some hamsters learned how to open the cage, but Harry wasn't gonna promise her that if he couldn't deliver.

[...]

Are you telling me we were kidnapped by a bunch of mad scientists, given wings, and stuck in a giant cage? Because I thought we agreed that C-grade movies were off the table for dramatic references, or else I could start quoting Dora the Explorer.

[What could she say, Hobbit loved the show.]

"Tell you what, if some little girl actually shows up speaking Spanish, you're allowed."

Over his dead body.

"... But yeah, unfortunately, it's true. They even use something called Shifts every now and then to shake things up. Haven't been through one yet- fortunately- but basically, they just... change things. To mess with us. Only temporarily, thankfully."

[Okay, Harry, that's a lot of information. Give her a moment to sort through all that and latch on to what is clearly the most important part.]

What do you mean, if a little girl shows up here speaking Spanish? Dora's not real, Harry.

Oh, this was gonna be fun part.

"Neither's Luke Skywalker."

And there was the grin. I loved being a wizard.

[She blinks, slowly.]

Unfortunately.

[The penny's in the air...]

[...and the penny drops.]

Wait - what? You're kidding me. Luke Skywalker is here? You met Luke Skywalker?

[Yes, those italics were absolutely necessary.]

"Nice guy. Floated me off of a roof, in fact."

I paused for a moment, letting the implication sink in, before adding a totally unnecessary clarification.

"You know. With the Force."

Oh my God, Harry!

[Molly's face is all wonder, astonishment, and glee.

Give her a moment, and she will be bitterly jealous.]

"Eh. If you're good, maybe I'll introduce you. Meanwhile, we should probably walk while we talk."

I am so jealous of you right now.

[She informed him loftily.

And not only because you have shoes.]

Where are we walking to?

"There's a village nearby. Housing, food, and, most importantly for you right now, clothing. Our clothing and our items show up in the shops... eventually."

I frowned.

"Except for some reason, my staff, blasting rod, rings, and shield bracelet refuse to show up."

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