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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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I immediately stopped perusing the journals when I heard that voice.

"... Molly. Where are you?"

A rifleman was okay with wandering off into the woods alone. In fact, Sharpe welcomed it. But by God, he missed his rifle. At least he'd found his heavy cavalry sword. That felt comfortable on his hip. Still...he would perhaps set a few snares for rabbits and feed himself from the forest, today. Better than taking hand-outs in the village. Free? Free, his arse.

But right around this thought was when he saw the woman wearing only a shift -- clambering down a tree.

Oh, bloody hell.

"Ma'am," he cleared his throat. Awkwardly. Standing about ten feet off.

[Molly stops short, right there on the tree house ladder and glances around. The voice sounded small, but there was no mistaking it.]

Harry? Oh, thank God.

[And her brave face fell to pieces, as there was no one she trusted more in the world to come save her if she needed it. And boy, did she need it.

She doesn't waste any time answering his question.]

I'm in a treehouse in some strange forest. Where are you?

"Ask me in person. On my way."

I closed the journal, grabbed my duster, and hurried off toward the treehouses. It shouldn't take too long.

...you know, Molly much preferred to choose her moments of over-exposure. Standing with her feet on uneven rungs of the ladder like this left little to the imagination. And so, she responded very eloquently by whipping her head towards the sound of the voice, "Ack!"

--Oh man, he's carrying a sword.

"Um." Her blue eyes wide, she didn't move a muscle. "Hi? Sorry, is this your treehouse?"

Her hair. Those wings. All that...Nah, Richard. Shake out your head. Be a gentleman.

He cleared his throat. Again. "Never owned a house of any kind, miss. Tree or otherwise." He kept his eyes averted. "Need some -- err -- help?"

[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!"

Okay, so Molly took in several things at once here. One: he's not attacking her and two: he's averting his eyes which means it's probably safe for her to climb down all the way, which she immediately starts to do, her movements lithe and brisk. Best to get down as quickly as possible.

"If you could tell me where I am, that would be great."

Because Chicago never felt like this.

And they remained averted. Would do, until she told him otherwise. "I suppose, ma'am, that you're in...Luceti."

His rough Yorkshire chords struck across the soft name. It felt so wrong. He disliked articulating it.

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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.]

"Where?"

She struck the ground with cold bare feet and winced a little. Okay, walking anywhere like this was going to suck.

"Luceti, ma'am." He shrugged his great coat off his shoulders. She would need it, he suspected. "It's a strange tale. And you seem as new as I was yesterday."

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.

Molly noted the removal of the jacket, guessed who it was for, and immediately approved. Still, she approached him a little cautiously, in part due to the uneven wood ground on her bare feet. "All I know is that I just woke up here. And that I suddenly had wings and this--"

She gestured with her journal towards him.

Be warned, Miss Molly. The greatcoat was exactly that. Great. He held it out to her without looking at her.

"Aye. Same happened to me. Apparently, it's a sort of dungeon-town. I can't explain the wings. Be careful of'em, though."

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.

At somewhere near 5"11, Molly was no shrinking violet. The coat would probably very nearly fit. She took the coat automatically with a small, "Thank you," part of her brain still very much occupied with dungeon-town.

Dungeon. Town.

Wow, they could write books about that one.

And you know what, she'd much rather read them then be in them.

She settled the coat around her shoulders carefully, wincing a little as it brushes her still-sore wings. "Okay," she said, still thinking about it and signaling him that it was all right to turn around.

He spun. Slow; regimented. Glad to see her not swimming in the grand jacket. It left him in his shirtsleeves. He didn't mind.

"They left you up in that tree, did they?" Stammer. He went for the obvious.

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.

Upon closer inspection, Molly decided that she had been "rescued" - if providing a coat counts as a rescue - by a handsome man in his... late twenties? It was hard to tell without directly looking at him in the eye, which of course, she wouldn't for long.

"At least it had a ladder. Getting down without one would have been - ouch."

Especially in this dress.

[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.

An enterprising man would've come along to catch you, he thought. Believed. Would swear it to her but...alas, he wasn't sure quite was sort of woman he was talking to.

"And they didn't give you any shoes," he noticed. Sympathetically. He hadn't cared about his own barefootedness yesterday. But today? He cares a lot for hers.

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