[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.....))

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[complicatedliar]

[Loki is not happy at all. He doesn't like the ice age area. Everything is primitive and dirty, and even worse, it's cold. He's only here for the scavenger hunt items.

Wrapped up tightly against the cold, he spies someone else who most definitely is not - looks like a new feather. He's tempted to ignore her, but he can still use more allies in this place.

He moves closer, though cautiously. He doesn't want to have a repeat of the Ben Grimm incident.]

Rude of them to leave you out here without so much as a blanket.

[eversohungry]

[And Vastra is also somewhat glad that this person isn't poking her with a shovel or getting too close. Even with her previous experience and current beliefs, everyone had the snap-urge to protect themselves if they felt threatened. While unarmed, there were other things Vastra could do to protect herself...]

[She turns her head and smiles weakly, as more of a polite gesture than anything else. Shivering, she pushes herself off the tree and keeps walking--otherwise she will fall under.]

And who can I thank for leaving me 'here'? Wherever it might be.

[complicatedliar]

They're called the Malnosso. [Loki keeps pace with her, not apparently concerned about maintaining a safe distance. Of course, he always has tricks up his sleeve if things go badly.] I know not the name of the realm, to be honest. We're all trapped in a quaint little prison called Luceti.

If you've your journal, there's a little guide that answers all the basic questions. [Because he can't think of anything more boring than playing encyclopedia.]

[eversohungry]

A prison. [Vastra seems surprised, but hardly shocked. The universe and the whole of time and space has many prisons, all more bizarre than the next. Though she can't recall anything recent that could have warranted her being imprisoned. It does however answer why she has no clothes or weaponry left on her.]

[She looks around and snorts a soft laugh before continuing to walk.] How ironic.

[Vastra doesn't particularly want to drill this man for particulars, mostly because she's more concerned about staying awake. And her 'journal', well, she didn't manage to find it under the snow when she started awake.]

I don't recall seeing any journal or guide. But if you can tell me which way warmer temperatures lie, I won't question you further. Or is it all like this? [She jerked her head slightly to indicate the snow.]

[jamesbarnes]

[Bucky is passing through on his way back to the Space Opera - seriously, good riddance to this place - but at first glance at the flash of green his hand automatically goes to his gun.

Then he sees the clothes, and the wings, and the state she's in. New arrivals coming into this? His hand leaves his weapon entirely and instead he starts to untie the strip of leather keeping the furs bound around his shoulders.]

Ma'am? [He moves toward her slowly.] You need a hand?

[eversohungry]

[Vastra is glad to hear another voice when so much of the journey had been nothing but roaring winds and the sound of snow crunching under her feet. She's wary, of course, because she doesn't know where she is or when she is or who this man is, but that fur looks so much warmer than her skin. She isn't someone who wouldn't ever ask for help, but it isn't easy for her to trespass on a stranger. A mammal-stranger no less.]

Yes... [And how fortunate he speaks English too.] I am afraid I do need help.

[jamesbarnes]

[Well, she looks more reptile than human, but someone in trouble is someone in trouble. That makes this whole thing pretty simple.]

Alright, here, take this. [Bucky shrugs out of the furs and holds them close for her to step into. The cold cuts through his shirt immediately and he bites back a curse - jeez, she must be totally numb in this.] Come on, next area's not far from here. We'll get you warm and I'll explain what's going on.

[eversohungry]

[And Vastra hurries into the furs after a cautionary glance and shudders as she resettles them on her and around her neck. She huffs in relief as she starts to warm up a little, but she still needs a warmer ambient temperature before she's truly out of the woods, so to speak.]

You're going to freeze like that. [She points out, eyes narrowing slightly at the flimsy-looking shirt the man has on. He seems like a heartily-built type, but it's freezing out and he can't possibly stand the temperature in just a shirt.] I just need a few minutes walking in this, then you should take it back.

[jamesbarnes]

[Bucky actually laughs, though he has to wrap his arms around himself and hunch his shoulders against the cold, he doesn't think a few minutes will kill him. Russia was worse.]

Yeah, nice try. You're wearing a potato sack. It's not worth the hot air arguing with me lady. [He's been trained in the Steve Rogers School of Stubborn. Maybe if he keeps talking it'll stop his teeth from chattering.] I'm Bucky, by the way.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra looks almost indignant, and draws herself straight up. She's almost forgotten what it's like to be completely rebuffed, even though she's almost certain that her opinion of the situation is the correct one. Clearly the cold was rattling this man's mind, or he was just this rude on a consistent basis.] And American, by the sound of you.

[She frowns and keeps walking, holding the furs around her and trying to convince herself that if the mammal wanted to freeze, that was his choice. She'd done everything she could.]

...Vastra. And I wouldn't call arguing with you 'hot air'. I am familiar with your physiology, you will die if you remain exposed for very long. [She pulls the coat into her tighter to indicate it.] This is only preventing me from hibernation.

[complicatedliar]

Perhaps calling it a cage would be more accurate, as we are treated as animals to be experimented upon, regardless of what crimes we may or may not have committed. Put like that, prison seems far nicer.

[He unfolds his journal from between his hands.] It'll look something like this. It should have been near you upon your waking. If not... well, it'll be found eventually. Or I've been told that they have a distressing tendency to just turn up in a suitably creepy fashion.

[He makes the journal vanish again.] Thankfully, no. If warmth is what you seek, go north. [He points.] You will find it more to your liking.

[eversohungry]

Animals? [That seems to have struck a very raw nerve in Vastra, as she's suddenly far more mobile and angry than she's been in the past few minutes. She takes two very wide, very quick strides towards her escort.] I am not an animal. [She hisses the words as though she's been waiting to say them for years, or as though the emotions behind them have been put away somewhere deep. Her eyes search the man's face for a moment, as though looking for an indication that her point had been made, then she turns and keeps walking in the direction indicated.]

This sort of twisted science and cruel curiosity reeks of humanity. [Not to mention giving one's test subjects a journal. Bizarre on the surface, but perhaps this happy group liked to read the merry sufferings of their laboratory rats once they had expired. The gift that kept on giving.]

[merelychewed]

[Vastra will find she isn't the only scaly person around the Ice Age.

Initially his appearance is a shadow cast down across the snow as he soars by overhead. A glance up will reveal that, no, it isn't some huge bird. Something far from that, actually. Draco has only recently finished up snacking on some of the local giant fauna and is off on his way again, already planning on finding a warm sand dune in the new desert that's appeared beyond the icy fields.

That isn't to say he isn't watching what's going on down below him, though. The smaller people of Luceti seem to keep finding themselves in trouble when dealing with anything bigger than them, he's noticed...

He would have missed the white New Feather dress against the scenery, but the green spot that Vastra is makes her stand out. He banks his wings and circles back around for a second look at that spot of greenery and, sure enough, that's definitely a brand new arrival! And if his eyes don't deceive him, one that isn't human. That gives him two times the number of reasons to check this one out.

Here's hoping they don't scare easily, because he's setting up to land. Watch out, incoming dragon!]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki snorts.] I can't really say definitively what species they are, though they look rather human. [He shrugs.] Though I suppose humans have always made a practice of being cruel to their own. They're just expanding their horizons beyond their realm, perhaps.

[Action]

[wildbluevagner]

[And so, a blue fuzzy demon-like figure will be teleporting into this area, conveniently right by the tree, wearing just a collection of furs. Seeing a lizard lady against the tree there, he can't help but shout - the exact reaction he always fears from others.]

[eversohungry]

Yes, they have a habit of doing that as well. [Vastra grimaces and pauses to steady herself against a tree again.] One bloody planet isn't good enough, best make it three or four.

[She closes her eyes and breathes for a moment before continuing on. It feels a little warmer, perhaps, but that could just be her body growing numb.] And what are you? Not human, clearly. Unless everyone is able to manipulate matter in here and I've simply yet to discover that.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra sees the shadow pass over the snow, and looks up to see what's cast it. Something that she hasn't seen in years... a pterodactyl-type creature. Not quite the same of course, but it does raise more questions as to where she is, when, and why.]

[When it banks around, Vastra stops walking and watches it. That... doesn't look promising. In fact it looks a lot like a hawk that's spotted a nice fat mouse.]

[Well, scaly mouse. Vastra looks quickly to her left and bolts for a tree to crouch behind, because clearly she's unarmed and has no idea what this even is. When she knows something, maybe then she can plan something a bit more clever than, 'Quick! Behind that tree!' She braces herself for whatever impact might occur.]

[eversohungry]

[Vastra's head snaps towards the sound--it's a familiar sound after all, and unarmed as she is it's a very unwelcome sound. Fortunately though, she's in a place where she doesn't whip out her tongue immediately and kill or stun whatever shrieked at her. Vastra jumps back and puts some distance between her and the furred-shouter.]

Well, where did you come from? [She growls--best to seem threatening even if she didn't intend to attack that second, and potentially avoid a fight via bluffing. Fighting in the cold was a sure way for her to completely collapse.]

[jamesbarnes]

That gonna be a problem, England?

[He's a little surprised she knows what America is, so it's worth a shot. Apparently he can't take his own advice about that hot air. He wants to make a joke about dames getting familiar with his physiology while he's at it, so maybe she'll be irritated enough to just keep the damn coat, but to be honest it's just too cold.

He nods at the name.] Alright, fine, throw it at me if it looks like I'm gonna die. Suppose if you fall asleep here I could just carry you.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra looks mildly offended by being called 'England', but it's accurate enough if she's going to call him American. So, they were even in some strange way.]

That would be the smartest thing to do, [She agrees, trudging through the snow and casting a glance back at her new traveling companion.] However given I have only just met you, I hope you will not take offense at my hesitation to let you carry me while I am unconscious, Mr. Bucky.

[...and now that she thinks about it, what sort of name is 'Bucky'? Mammals...]

[thedicearecast]

What the hell is wrong with you?!

[Amelia isn't in a good mood anyway. She's only cutting through the snowy Ice Age area because she has to, and her thought is to get out of there as soon as possible. The furs covering her in place of clothes only help so much, and she's setting a quick pace through the zone.

At least until she catches sight of Bucky wearing next to nothing in the freezing cold. Then she changes course, ignoring the reptilian looking woman next to him in favor of yelling at her boyfriend.]

Are you trying to get yourself killed? As if getting shot wasn't bad enough, now you're out here in that!

[jamesbarnes]

No problem. And my last name is Barnes but don't --

[At first Bucky thinks he's hearing things, and the cold's just gone to his head. It's possible. But then Amelia stomps into view and oh, crap.]

Nice to see you too honey. [Smile.] This is Ms. Vastra, she just arrived in nothing but-- [And he's cut off again by a sneeze.] But her Newfeather digs.

[eversohungry]

[Well, this was an interesting development. Part of Vastra is glad to see another person--the terrain is desolate enough and her knowledge of the place is so miniscule, the presence of another person is strangely comforting. Even if she's yelling at Mr. Bucky Barnes. Perhaps that's part of the comfort. Vastra can identify with this little interaction, very intimately.]

[She tries to keep her smile to herself, and small, but it's there.]

Oh don't try to pin this on me, Mr. Barnes. I did offer to trade off in the interest of keeping him alive, miss, however he seems rather resolved to walk about in his skivvies. But I suspect he's about to change his mind.

[You're welcome, Bucky. ♥]

[merelychewed]

[The worst impact Vastra will field is the minor shake the ground gives when Draco lands in the snow, a fair distance away. He grumbles at the cold sensation under his feet and settles his wings before looking around. Now where did...

Of course. They ran, didn't they?]

Oh come now. [He doesn't exactly have a British accent, but it's still one she might find familiar, if strange coming from a dragon of all things.] I've already eaten today, so you aren't even close to being on the to-eat list, whoever you are.

[complicatedliar]

They're hardly alone in such proclivities. And one might say they've come by it honestly. [Crooked smile.]

Aesir. No, my abilities are rather unique, here. There are others that can do magic as they call it, but I have my own way of going about things.