[ 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

[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."

[arturius]

"Well, you really shouldn't have come to Luceti then." Charming, really. She may be relieved that they take an almost immediate turn right into the large dining area.

[talentsgirl]

"Yeah, I'll make sure to check my GPS."

[arturius]

"... right." Whatever that was. He set down the food on a counter. "Well then, time for you to display your skill in the kitchen."

[talentsgirl]

...she was definitely starting to believe this 'king' thing, the way he kept carelessly giving orders. "And here I thought you were helping me by letting me help you learn how to make a sandwich."

But she switched gears, "Do you have a knife? Preferably two." And began to unwrap the bread.

[arturius]

"Well I learn from example." But he did as he was asked, retrieving two knives. Sharp ones. Not at all appropriate for the task.

[talentsgirl]

"Oh - not those kinds of knives. I mean, they'll work, but we're not cutting steak here. It's better to use butter knives..."

She walked over to the drawer where she'd seen him retrieve the sharp knives and finds the butter knives herself. She held them up, "Like these."

[arturius]

"Oh." Well, that was dumb on his part. He set the sharp knives aside. "I suppose I'm accustomed to something a bit sharper."

[talentsgirl]

"Not much into non-meat meals?" She walked back over to the counter and set the knives down before working on opening the peanut butter jar.

[arturius]

"Well meat and meal are nearly the same word. It stands to reason they belong together."

[talentsgirl]

That was a terrible joke. Harry would have appreciated it. She smirks a little in response and, after opening the peanut butter, does the same for the jelly. "Do you have any plates?"

[arturius]

Dutifully he went and collected some plates, hovering nearby to watch. "So we're going to mix this fruit jelly and mix it with a nut-based butter between two slices of bread? I have to say, that doesn't even sound remotely appetizing."

[talentsgirl]

"Wait and see. I think you'll be surprised," she said, taking the plates and barely resisting the urge to 'young padawan' him. Once she had the plates, she was able to set a slice of bread on each.

"Although I suppose a lot of your food in Camelot was based off of hunting?"

[arturius]

"Mostly farming, actually. We weren't living in caves, after all." In fact, meat was really more the domain of the noble. Most people lived on what they could earn from their fields.

[talentsgirl]

"What were you living in? Tell me about it."

[arturius]

"A castle. Big, made of stone, lots of towers and walls. The mightiest one in Albion, really."

[talentsgirl]

"Albion?" That was an unfamiliar term. She stuck a knife in the peanut butter.

[arturius]

"I've been told that in the far future, it's known as England."

[talentsgirl]

Molly nodded. That made sense. "I think Albion sounds prettier."

And she smeared some peanut butter on one slice of bread.

[arturius]

"Well, it's certainly a step above 'England' in any case." This seemed rather simple. He decided to do his own part with the jelly. Unfortunately while it may be the British way to use knives to scoop things out of jars, it's also a skill that must be carefully crafted to be of any use. Arthur's own attempt at it was laughable at best, since it was jelly he was attempting to get out of the jar. And even when he managed that, it didn't spread as smoothly as the peanut butter. In fact, his roughness at trying to achieve the same results as she did ended up tearing a hole in the bread and flattening in the rest.

Arthur was not pleased.

[talentsgirl]

"Oh - you did it too hard." She reached over to the torn bread and popped a little in her mouth before getting another slice. "Mmm, it's good though.

"Okay, do you want to try again with the jelly, or do you want me to just finish making this one and we'll split it, and you can decide whether or not you want to have another half?"

[arturius]

He felt like a child. Worse, it was like she was treating him like one.

"It's ridiculous. This bread is far too thin and flimsy."