First Spell // Action - Voice

[anita_hero]

[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.

Comments

[anita_hero]

[Anita finished her sandwich and starts in on the fries. Yay, fries!] Yeah, mon. In my world we have contact with all kinds of alien planets. Some of my best friends are aliens.

[rashness]

...That's. Actually really cool. What're aliens like?

[anita_hero]

That depends on the kind of alien. A lot of them are just like the rest of us, especially the ones who were raised on Earth from childhood. Some of them have different cultures and customs, but it's just like with anyone else, really.

[rashness]

So most of them even look like humans too? There aren't like... Iunno, ones with green skin or whatever?

[anita_hero]

Oh, there are ones with green skin, like the green Martians. Or blue, or white...all different colors! Miss Martian is green. She's a friend of a friend of mine.

[rashness]

Whoa- really?! You're really good friends with someone from Mars like that?!

[anita_hero]

I wouldn't call us good friends - we haven't even met properly. But I know of her. I am friends with a couple Kryptonians, but they just look like white people with really good cheekbones.

[rashness]

...Aliens look like Americans? [Because for little old Japanese him that's his idea of Americans. Square jawed blonde white people]

[anita_hero]

They look exactly like Americans. Like the most American-looking person you can picture. [Anita never understood that one, herself.]

[rashness]

I wonder if normal Americans are aliens too. [HOLY SHIT. Revelation]

[anita_hero]

Genetics seems to indicate that Americans are humans too, but I bet conspiracy theorists would latch right onto that.

[rashness]

Weird. That's so weird. [...He sighs here and leans his elbows on the table. Trying to picture a world with a bunch of alien Americans.

...Somehow it looks like how he pictures Washington DC

/rimshot]

[anita_hero]

It is, sort of. Also, the guy who used to be my best friend was an alien who looked like a member of KISS. That was weird.

[rashness]

Used to be? You guys stop talking or something?

[...Yes, this is clearly the more important question to ask. But he sounds concerned. If she gunna have a hard time here? She's new, after all]

[anita_hero]

Um, no. He...he died, a few years ago.

[Welp, there's a downer for ya. Sorry.]

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[rashness]

[rashness]

O--oh. Sorry. That's... sucky.