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talentsgirl) wrote2012-03-14 11:26 am
talentsgirl) wrote2012-03-14 11:26 am
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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?]
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?]
[Voice]Oh. Hell. Yes.
"... Molly. Where are you?"
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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.
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But this was a difficult choice. Standing and blocking an aisle in the grocery, Arthur was torn between... well, everything. Canned soup was supposed to be easy, after all. At least, he had gathered that from watching others in the kitchen here. A bit of soup in a pot and you heat it up. Unfortunately he had no idea what sort of soup he'd even like. Most of these were types he'd never had before. He was self aware enough, at least, to realize nearly immediately he was blocking someone's path.
He immediately stepped aside, but fumbled at a quick apology as he caught sight of her. It was a woman, but she was tall, nearly eye level with him. And though he'd seen some wild hair in his time here, he'd never seen it in more than one shade. To his credit, he recovered quickly with a vague gesture to continue on her way. "My apologies for blocking the way. I suppose it's a bit narrow through here."
That's why stores were meant to be out in the open, on busy streets.
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Only once does Molly begin to climb down, does Rue follow after, silently swinging to a tree further down, then climbing down to sit on the lowest branches.
"Hi. I haven't seen any white rabbits around, but there are some brown ones living around here."
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[Voice] clearly i need to tag her with this one. >>
[Voice] yes, yes you do
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[Don't worry, Bruce'll be helpful... someday.]
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