~1~ Enter one brand new Faerie Queen. [Video]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Molly's been around for a little while, doing her best to try to get acclimated to the facility and mostly keeping to herself. She knows she needs to start classes soon, and she will. If she's supposed to be protecting someone, she has kind of a lot to learn. Illusions and ice magic will only go so far, and if she finds herself needing to fight, she's woefully unprepared.

But now she's starting to get curious about the other people in this facility, Sentinels and Fatemarked alike. And--well. The best way to meet people is to introduce herself.]

Hi. I'm Molly. I'm from Chicago in the early twenty-first century, I'm still unpaired, and I have to say it--I am bored out of my mind. What does everyone do for fun around here?

Comments

[brewglory]

Oh, the usual. Drink excessively, write one's memoirs, stare into the void.

When the void stares back, you know you've won.

[goodgrasshopper]

I feel like my memoirs would be very disappointing.

But drinking sounds like an excellent suggestion. I'll save the void for the third or fourth drink in, though.

[brewglory]

I do hope you didn't interpret that as an invitation. I'm afraid I'm not permitted to drink for entertainment.

[Or many other reasons, for that matter.]

Doctor's orders.

[goodgrasshopper]

Damn. And I was totally hoping to get drunk and hang out with a random stranger I met on the internet.

[brewglory]

One can never tell with your generation of Americans.

[Also, does this count as the internet? Eh, he won't ask.]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Eh. Close enough. Molly's magic means she hasn't really been able to spend that much time on the internet.]

I guess we do have a certain image with regards to that kind of thing. But I generally prefer to get drunk with people I'm at least slightly familiar with.

[cisskabob]

Hi Molly, I'm Cissie. I'm from Pennsylvania in the early twenty-first century, so we've got that going for us. There was a pizza party shortly after I got here, but otherwise... I have not figured out where they're hiding the fun. Sorry about that.

[goodgrasshopper]

That is a damn shame, Cissie-from-Pennsylvania. I would definitely like some fun.

I guess I'll just have to make my own.

[brewglory]

No doubt a good defensive strategy.

Molly from Chicago. Are you a Sentinel or an Abductee?

[goodgrasshopper]

Well, I was a dumb teenager once, but I've grown up a little since then.

And--ha. I'm pretty sure I'm both a Sentinel and an abductee. I definitely didn't choose this.

[brewglory]

The Sentinels can return home at the end of a year's service. You are slightly less of an abductee than I am.

[highprofilerichkid]

If you find out, let me know. I'm about to start doodling equations on the wall like those crazy people in movies. [Ha ha ha - but yeah seriously holy shit he is SO FUCKING BORED.]

Tony Stark. New York City, 2012. [He gives her a wry smile and a little wave.]

[cisskabob]

Under normal circumstances, I'd recommend caution, but. These aren't exactly normal circumstances, are they?

[goodgrasshopper]

Hm. Technically true. You got me on that.

But still kidnapped.

[goodgrasshopper]

Weeeeell. I think a certain amount of caution is always called for, but anything that sticks it to 'the man'? Totally fair.

[goodgrasshopper]

Let me know if you solve P=NP, or break light speed.

Not that I really know what to do with any of that, but I hear it's a big deal in the nerd circles.

[brewglory]

You're more of a hostage than an abductee, if you really consider it.

[goodgrasshopper]

I feel like we're having an Obi-Wan Kenobi "from a certain point of view" kind of conversation right now.

But hey. Maybe we'll all luck out and the whole thing will be wrapped up in six months.

[cisskabob]

If you figure something out, let me know. I'm thisclose to going stircrazy.

[goodgrasshopper]

Yeah? And what kind of trouble do you usually get into, Cissie-From-Pennsylvania?

[brewglory]

Six months is a rather specific goal. Why?

oh my god I am so sorry about this, Molly is a shit.

[goodgrasshopper]

[Well, it was a randomly selected time interval, but. Now she kinds of wants to mess with him.]

Well, it would be nice the be home before the baby gets here.

Threadjack ... by myself.

[plasthmatic]

[Gossip has summoned the demon.]

Woah, what? I'm not allowed to go up top without one of you guys, and you're knocked up?

[To the ceiling, the governors, and all possible gods:]

You have got to be kidding me!

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[brewglory]

[After that slight interruption from Abigail, he switches to a privacy setting.]

You should have thought about that before getting abducted.

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[goodgrasshopper]

Because I totally planned being abducted. Are you high on your own farts, or something?