anita_hero | First Spell // Action

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[Anita wakes up halfway and considers staying that way until she comes to the realizations that A) she seems to have fallen asleep sitting up, B) she managed to do so outside, and C) her back is killing her. At this point, she jerks to full consciousness and flinches when her back grinds into the surface behind her.

Oh. That...isn't right.

What follows is a panicked flailing at the vicinity of her back that probably looks hilarious to any observers and ends when she catches a handful of feathers and yelps in pain. She scrambles to her feet and looks around wildly, and...oh. Fountain. She was sitting next to a fountain. The sky is gray, but the water is still enough to see her reflection in, and...

Oh. Oh. That definitely isn't right.

Caught between a mild state of shock at her wings and a slightly more pronounced one at the fact that she's in public and someone took her clothes and replaced them with a dress she's never seen before, it takes Anita a moment to notice the book at her feet. It has her name on it, which is disturbing, but at least it's something to go on.

She picks it up, resumes her seat at the base of the fountain (taking care of her inexplicable new appendages), and cracks open the journal.]

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Okay...I'd be lying if I said this was the first time I woke up on a strange world with my clothes missing - unfortunately - but this a little too much, mon. For one thing, there was usually someone around that I knew... I don't suppose there's anyone here who knows me?

My name's Anita Fite, but if you're from Earth, you might know me as Empress. [No harm in revealing her secret identity if she doesn't have family here to protect, although, shockingly, knowing that they're not here doesn't make her feel much better.] If you do know me and you want to find me, I'm in this place called Seventh Heaven, because it was a little chilly outside considering - well, I hate to sound like a broken record about the missing clothes.

I'll be the girl in the corner with the white dress. I would have worn a corsage, but I thought it was a little much for a first date.

[She closes the journal halfway before a tiny flutter of hope compels her to say one last thing:]

And, by the way...does anyone know of absolutely any way at all I could get some kind of message back home? I just...want my parents to know I'm okay.

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Every once and awhile I catch myself joining him for tea and blanking out for a moment because, as you said, it's Luke Skywalker. But after knowing him for a few months it has been easier to see him more as a man, and less as a pop culture icon. Especially after we watched the films together.

[She shrugs.]

He accelerated the healing process. Otherwise it would take the better part of two months.

Luke Skywalker drinks tea. Wow.

It must be weird to find out there are movies about your life.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was fond of soda, but only until I explained caffeine addiction. Now he sticks to tea. [She chuckles.] He's more amused by them than anything else, really.

And Obi-Wan Kenobi drank soda!

Now I really have woken up in Bizarro World.

Bizarre would be a most excellent way of describing this place. Where else would I run into Tony Stark, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Gambit in the same week?

I don't know about Tony Stark and Gambit. Are they from movies too?

[She's DC; she doesn't know Marvel. :| And she missed a lot of movies during childhood, so.]

Movies and comic books. It is still somewhat strange to me now, but. In time you become used to it.

[Oh dear. >.> Well. It's still weird? Ish?]

There are comic book characters, too? This place really does have all kinds.

[Still weird!]

...have you seen the talking technicolor ponies yet?

Talking techni-- [Wow.] Um, not yet. Hey, you're not making any of this up, are you?

I'm afraid not, Anita. They even sing.

Singing ponies. And I thought my world could be weird.

Weird becomes relative enough after a month here.

I guess it does.

How long have you been here, Dr. LeBlanc?

Five months, now. Sometimes it feels like less and sometimes it feels like much, much longer.

I've heard other people say the same.

A few have been here for years- I cannot begin to imagine how it seems to them.

I don't know. Long enough that some people even have kids here, apparently.

That is their choice, but. It does speak of a sense of permanence I wouldn't expect to find here.

Yeah...I mean, I'm glad they're happy and everything, but - I don't know. What if one of them gets sent home? What if they both do and the baby doesn't? Would the Malnosso keep the baby because he was born here? And even if not, it doesn't seem like the place to raise a family.

...But on the other hand, I guess I kind of like that some people won't let the odds stop them from living their lives.

From what I know of it- if the parents both leave the village the child vanishes as well. It is either taken by the Malnosso or...simply ceases to exist. No one is entirely certain.

It would not have been a choice I would have made but it makes them happy. Gives them something to work for. A reason to find a way out.

...That's horrible.

I hope they find their way out. Nobody deserves this place.

That's the goal of some here. To find a way out. [A long moment, then she sighs.]

I can only hope we manage it before anything happens to Noah. But this is something best left to another time, I think. Welcome to the village. I hope you settle in well, Anita.

You're right; I'm being morbid. Thanks, Dr. Leblanc. I'll do my best.

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