[ 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

[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."

[talentsgirl]

"Well, that's a relief. My feet are still sore from walking through the forest this morning."

Being barefoot sucks.

[arturius]

"Well, I'm relieved to know there are some people who appreciate the value of a good pair of shoes."

[talentsgirl]

...Do you have any idea how much you just sounded like a teenage girl?

Molly choked back a laugh. "I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't, in that situation."

[arturius]

"You're not imagining hard enough, then. There was this girl, recently arrived, that insisted on going barefoot. She still does. A strange girl, that one." And now she was his neighbor.

[talentsgirl]

"Really?" That was strange. "...maybe she was used to it?"

[arturius]

"Possibly. Sometimes I think it's best to not question these things."

[talentsgirl]

"You're used to running into barefoot girls?"

[arturius]

"Worse. I think I'm getting used to being here."

[talentsgirl]

Molly gave him a cautious glance. He'd mentioned something about 'not being new' anymore, so... he'd have to have been here relatively recently. And she hasn't had a chance to sit down and give the Guie a truly proper read-through yet. "About how long has that taken?"

[arturius]

He could see her concern well enough. It was the same look he'd given others on his first day. A trepidation about what was to come, if he was unfortunate enough to be stuck here for long enough. "Two months, now. That seems to be the pattern here, anyway. Every two months, a new group of people move through."

[talentsgirl]

"That seems awfully... routine."

[arturius]

"Well, when we're not under the affects of the latest 'experiment', that pretty much describes life here."

[talentsgirl]

"Really?" 'Routine' was not one of Molly's favorite words. "Should I ask what the routine is, or just wait to be surprised."

[arturius]

"I think I'll let you enjoy the surprises while you can." At that, they arrived. Stepping forward, he pulled open the door to let her in.

[talentsgirl]

"Thank you," she said, entering the building. "Although, as a rule, I only like nice surprises."