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searches_forhim) wrote2014-04-15 03:20 pm
searches_forhim) wrote2014-04-15 03:20 pm
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Arrival in Luceti
[Action/Written - Open]
One moment Jane is sitting at the kitchen table sipping her coffee and leafing through her notebook, and the next she's standing in the middle of a forest clearing. Instead of her flannel pajamas she is clad in a simple white dress and her feet are bare. Her notebook, the summary of her life's work, is nowhere to be seen. At her feet, though, is a notebook-looking thing with her name on the front. She picks it up and opens it, then sits down where she is to read.
Later, still in the woods but feeling more acclimated to where she is and the new wings on her back, she decides to give the communications function a try. She writes a short message that reads
"Hello, my name is Jane Foster, and I've just arrived. I am in the forest and I can't tell which direction to go to get out. Could someone help me out? Thanks!"
One moment Jane is sitting at the kitchen table sipping her coffee and leafing through her notebook, and the next she's standing in the middle of a forest clearing. Instead of her flannel pajamas she is clad in a simple white dress and her feet are bare. Her notebook, the summary of her life's work, is nowhere to be seen. At her feet, though, is a notebook-looking thing with her name on the front. She picks it up and opens it, then sits down where she is to read.
Later, still in the woods but feeling more acclimated to where she is and the new wings on her back, she decides to give the communications function a try. She writes a short message that reads
"Hello, my name is Jane Foster, and I've just arrived. I am in the forest and I can't tell which direction to go to get out. Could someone help me out? Thanks!"
[Action]
As he talks, he sticks one foot out, it happens. There's a bamfing noise, and they're surrounded by the smoke and the brimstone-y smell, which is already clearing away to reveal the village plaza as he steps the foot down on the ground.
"-into a very different place."
[Action]
"That is amazing!" She reluctantly lets go of Kurt's hand and takes a few steps, looking around at their new location. She turns around, getting a view from every angle, then turns back to him.
"If I could do that I would be so fat. I'd never walk anywhere!"
[Action]
"That is the greatest temptation of my powers." Kurt does manage to stay trim despite his great number of unhealthy eating habits on top of that. "Of course, when you're one of the X-Men, they find ways to make sure we sweat through training."
[Action]
"And which way do I go to get some clothes?"
[Action]
[Action]
Her eyes light up at the mention of poofing again. She nods enthusiastically and reaches out her hand. "I can find time to explore the village later. Lets go right to the clothes."
[Action]
[Action]
"That's just mean. Why take my clothes and then put them in here for free?" She starts looking around, and yelps with excitement when shen finds her boots.
"My red Wellingtons!"
[Action]
[Action]
Right next to the boots were her usual 'uniform' - dark jeans, t-shirt with a cute emblem on it, and a button-down flannel shirt. She could not have been happier to see it all. She hugged it all to her chest.
"If you knew what me and these clothes have done together... they're not just fabric."
[Action]
Then he gets a little sheepish and points off towards a door while glancing in a little direction. "The, uh... changing room's that way, by the way."
[Action]
"Thanks, Kurt," is her quick reply to his directions, and a few minutes later she emerges from the dressing room feeling more like herself - except for one little detail.
"Okay, these wings are a pain in my ass. My shirt doesn't fit right because they're in the way!"
[Action]
"Right! The wings. I should have warned you. You can cut some holes in your shirt for them to go to... or you'd need a shirt big enough to keep them under.
Man, before I came here, I never realized how inconvenient being an angel would be..."
[Action]
"You wouldn't happen to have some scissors on you, would you?" She hated having to cut her favorite shirt, but it was better than having it be so uncomfortable. At least her boots fit well, and her feet were now snug and dry.
[Action]
And then he thinks over what she said. "Hm... scissors." He teleports for a moment over towards the counter, where a pair of scissors has been left, likely for such a purpose. "Found one!"
[Action]
When he pops back over with the scissors she turns around, so her back is facing him. "Would you, please?"