[Action] Transmission 001

[eversohungry]

[Sometimes the path of life curves in an interesting way. And sometimes the little bridge you were walking over spontaneously develops a hole, and you have no idea where you've landed because the little bridge that should be over your head is gone.]

[Vastra has felt this feeling before, when she awoke to a world no longer ruled by her kind, but by mankind. It was a dark time in her life, and she reasoned there would be no darker time for her. Of course, she'd reasoned incorrectly.]

[From what she can tell, where she is now isn't England, or any country or planet she'd heard of before. But that isn't the ultimate problem. The problem is that there's snow on the ground, and she's barely dressed. No skirts, no coat, no hat, no cloak, no gloves, no shoes, and she's freezing in her little flimsy dress with strangely short sleeves. A few Cybermen-like figures slog through the snow nearby, though Vastra figured out hours ago that they weren't actual Cybermen. Fortunate, given she has no sword either.]

[As she makes her progress through the trees, Vastra can feel that the climate is getting warmer, but not warm enough to stave off her body's automatic hibernation. She rests herself against a tree briefly, to rest, and tries to stave off the heavy feeling of her body shutting down. If she hibernated now, who knew when she would wake up again?]



((OOC: Vastra's arrived! And she's somewhere between Ice Age and Space Opera! Where her journal is though, is a good question.....))

Comments

[merelychewed]

It would seem the world itself is at fault for pulling all of us here, but it is the Malnosso who put us in places like Luceti. They are a rather disorganized bunch of humans, from what I've seen so far, and yet they manage to hang on to the power here.

[He stops, head tilted to one side for a second as he rethought his last few words.]

Well, most of it, but that's a whole different story.

[He'd rather go over the basics before mentioning things like 'that one army who wants to kill us all' and the such.]

[eversohungry]

...comforting. [Vastra raises an eyebrow and turns her shoulder to the fire next.] It's always thrilling to hear that things aren't entirely under control in a strange new place.

I assume they have something to do with these as well. [She points awkwardly at the strangely out of place and feathered wings on her back.]

[merelychewed]

That's a very strange idea of 'thrilling' you have there.

[But he's sure she's being sarcastic.

Now that the fire is settled into a bonfire, though, he'll make himself comfortable on the other side of it from Vastra, snow and ice crunching under his weight as he settles.]

The wings? Yes, they did. Apparently they are something everyone needs to even survive on this world and so the Malnosso feel free to slap them on just anyone who happens to come by here.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra looks a little wary, wondering if this dragon had a sense of sarcasm (some cultures didn't, to be fair), but smiles when he doesn't look blank or confused.] Yes, well. I have many friends who share the same strange senses of what's exciting.

[She looks back at one of her wings, moving it slightly and finding that she actually could move them.] And I assume that if these are necessary to survival, any attempts to remove them would be met with very dire consequences.

[merelychewed]

[Draco gives an amused sounding little snort, right alongside a smirk. Oh, he knows those types all too well.]

No doubt they'd find this place endlessly amusing, then. [As to the wings, that gets an affirmative nod.] Best not to bother them. Removing them will outright kill you.

[He turns his head around to look at his own second set of wings.]

They're a real pain to keep out of the way while flying with real wings, too. I bet the Malnosso never thought of that!