[ 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]

Don't worry, Molly. He will find himself a wonderful French widow and a farm in Normandy. After the war. Eventually? He'll even meet Napoleon during his exile. He'll have lots of children; he'll be a happily retired soldier.

But for now? For now, Sharpe still thirsted for entry into France.

"These shops are in the very centre. This way, lass." He struck their way down a particular path.

"Tell me, instead, about your America."

[talentsgirl]

"That's a pretty broad topic," she wasn't sure she'd ever been so grateful for paved streets. She was able to keep up with him much more easily now. "Where would you like me to start?"

[greenjacketed]

"Where are you from, lass?"

[talentsgirl]

"Chicago," she tucked a multi-colored strand of hair behind her ear, his sleeve flopping down as she does. "It's a big city in the middle of the country. I'm pretty sure it wasn't around--" when you were "--in your time."

[greenjacketed]

Chicago. Must've been a very popular place in America. His new acquaintance Harry Dresden was from there, too.

"Didn't reckon there was anything in the middle of that country. Truth be told."

In his time. His nose does seem to wrinkle at the statement.

[talentsgirl]

"Well, it's a pretty big country and a lot can happen in a couple hundred years."

She glanced around, taking in the community buildings. "Buildings like this are normal when I'm from. They're actually kind of small compared to Chicago."

There. A nice safe and entirely boring topic.

[greenjacketed]

London had some largeish buildings but none so casually large as this. Cathedrals, for example, were massive beasts of buildings. But different. Everything here was not quite as it should be.

"What about hair with odd colours in it, Molly. Is that normal when you're from?"

FINALLY. He remarked on it. Enough time, he figured, had passed.

[talentsgirl]

Her gaze cut over to him, her lips tilted up in amusement, "If they're normal where I'm from, how would I know if they were odd?"

...potentially, she should not have just said that as teasingly as she did, but if that wasn't the most polite 'What the heck have you done to your hair, girl' she'd ever heard, she didn't know what was.

[greenjacketed]

However, he knew not of a polite way to ask 'is there something wrong with it -- perhaps an odd malady of the hair?' and so Sharpe simply snorted.

"Never seen a woman with hair like that. Never before."

[talentsgirl]

Molly laughed again and shook her head. "Well, there aren't many. It's not considered 'normal.' I dye it."

[greenjacketed]

"Dye it? Like cloth?"

[talentsgirl]

"Well, with hair dye. But yes, pretty much like that."

[greenjacketed]

"...Ain't it difficult?"

And expensive. But he didn't voice that concern.

[talentsgirl]

"It took some practice, but I've been dyeing it different colors since I was about... sixteen?"

[greenjacketed]

"How long does that make it, then?"

Oh so smooth, Richard.

[talentsgirl]

...not really that smooth. She couldn't help but be amused and wondered, if he found her hair so odd, why he bothered.

"Nearly six." She looked over at him and flashed him a quick, devastating smile. "So I've got plenty of practice."

[greenjacketed]

Odd didn't mean bad, m'lady. And his tasted tended to run towards the odd at times. The attention-capturing.

"It's eye-fetching. I'll give you that much."

[talentsgirl]

...this had to be one of the strangest conversations she'd ever had about her hair. Molly was usually able to get a read on if she was being chastised (which... fit his age) or being hit on (which... fit his demeanor).

"Well, thank you. I like it."

And by her tone, that was really the most important thing. Her father, she'd desperately cared about his approval... but she'd done it any way. It was her life, her choices, and it had to stay that way. The hair was her first reminder of that.

[greenjacketed]

It would take some getting used to but he couldn't fault the pretty face beneath the hair.

"You must, Miss Molly. To do it. For I can't figure anyone to go to such lengths due to not liking it."

[talentsgirl]

Oh, that did it. Her look was purely impish now, if he wanted to see if she'd make good on a threat, he was about to find out. "I think, Mr. Richard, it doesn't take as much effort as you seem to think."

The tattoo that he may have had a glimpse of, thorn that started high on her cleavage and curved its way down to her naval? That took great lengths, and fortunately enough, she still liked it too. The same with the whirls and circles drawn with whimsy and without any seeming pattern on her right hand and up to her shoulder.

"I change it every few months or so."

[greenjacketed]

What? Nah. He was too busy averting his eyes, earlier, to see the tat. Surely. Or if that wasn't the case, he certainly wouldn't own up to it. Not aloud. Not to her.

Oh well. At least she wasn't calling him 'Dick'.

"Every few months!" Gruff. Mock-shock. He said nothing else but simply nodded towards a particular building. Clothes.

[talentsgirl]

Of course, it was entirely possible that he would have missed the hint of that tattoo. Naturally. But the one on the left side of her neck in serpentine design was probably on full display despite the greatcoat.

"Didn't people use wigs and powder in your time? My way's much more fun - and it involves less storage."

...so her style history may not have been entirely the best. But if that was the clothing shop, thank God. She was very-nearly hobbling now, although doing her very best to hide it. Her steps quicken towards the door of the shop, "This is it?"

[greenjacketed]

"They're a bit out of fashion in England, lass. Thank the ever merciful Lord."

Another brusque nod and he opened the door for her. Held it wide. "This is it."

[talentsgirl]

"Thank you," and she glanced down as she entered the store, abruptly slightly bashful and... wow, she had it easy, didn't she. Waking up in a strange world and running into someone who'd still open doors for her. She felt oddly... humbled. Grateful.

And that feeling carried over even as she glanced around the astonishingly neat - no proprietor? Huh. - clothing shop. She turned to him a bit hesitantly, "You're sure everything's free?"

[greenjacketed]

Free was not a word he quite believed in. However: "They don't ask for any coin, Molly. It's there to be taken.

I'll wait outside?"

And so he'd let the woman do her shopping.