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anita_hero) wrote2012-05-09 04:13 pm
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First Spell // Action - Voice
[Action]
[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.]
[Voice]
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.
[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.]
[Voice]
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.
hold on this is about to get cray cray!
[ Now. There's a brief pause. ] It always seems like its the psychos that get the ability to revive the dead. [ Y E P. ] Still, that is some pretty messed up shit going in your world. Hope it gets sorted soon. [ She can't help but to pity the parents in this case. Two days is a really long time for a three year old! ]
good lord
...Yeah, it is pretty messed up.
[You know, not compared to that...]
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I'd be glad to have them with me too. Even if it'd take a huge adjustment, it's always worth it for family. Or, family that isn't completely deranged. [ Sorry, Anita, your cray cray granddaddy is excluded from this. ]
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[Yeah, it's a bad pun name. All the names are bad puns. :|]
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also that name sounds like a punny name but idk what it is. ]
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[Agua sin gas means "uncarbonated water" in Spanish. Your guess is as good as mine.]
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Huh. I failed remedial 8th grade spanish, so I wouldn't have ever gotten though. I wonder what that has to do with him at all. ]
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...Not that I'd wish this place on any of my friends, but it would be nice to have someone familiar around. Just for awhile.
[As far as I can tell, absolutely nothing. But it sounds slightly menacing and means something goofy, in tried and true Peter David tradition.]
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I get what you're saying. It's a dilemma. You don't want them here, but, at the same time, if they were here, you'd only be upset that they were here not that they were here with you.
[ Haha! It sounded silly alone in spanish, now that I know it's carbonated water, it's hard to take him seriously. ]
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