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[ladyliberty]

Characters: Amelia Jones, OPEN
Setting: Morning - Room 1-07/Dormitory Floor 1 | Cafeteria
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: We are definitely not in Kansas anymore
Warnings: Language most likely; nothing else as of yet



(Room 1-07)

[Hello new roommates; you're in for a lot of swearing. First as Amelia wakes up from her sleep paralysis, even more when she reads the intro letters. And then when she discovers what absolutely (not) vital items are in her trunk. Nice to meet you too.]


(Dormitory Floor 1)

[There's a young woman wandering the hallways, looking more than a little lost in an oversized Christmas sweater that is still not quite long enough to get away with being a dress. She's trying to make the leggings-as-pants look work for her with the jumpsuit.

Also, she has wings. Large brown feathery ones. If you know your raptor taxonomy, they most closely resemble those of a bald eagle.]

(Floor 1 - Cafeteria)

[Okay, so she might have woken up in some weirdo tower with crazy people, but when she eventually makes her way to the cafeteria floor, Amelia is finally in her element. Chocolate pancakes, chocolate milk, all sorts of muffins? Yes please.

Forget oatmeal, that's boring.]

Comments

[ladyliberty]

Me with no wings, huh? [She smiles wryly, rearranging said wings a bit.] Nope, that definitely wasn't me.

Can I pet the bunny?

[colonial]

Uh-huh! [That gets a smile--America holds the bunny out to her.] Is your name Amelia too or is it different?

[ladyliberty]

[... Okay now that's just weird. Amelia reaches out to awkwardly skritch the bunny's head.] Mine's Amelia too...

[colonial]

So you're just a different her. [America nods seriously. The bunny twitches its nose at Amelia.] I met a different me here before. He was a lot bigger'n me.

[ladyliberty]

You mean, like, an alternate universe?

[colonial]

[Nodding!] They bring people from lots of different worlds.

[ladyliberty]

[The idea of an alternate universe where she isn't a mutant is sort of making her stomach twist up.]

'They?' The people who wrote the letters?

[colonial]

Uh-huh. The admin-straters. [He still can't quite manage that word.] Do your wings work?

[ladyliberty]

[Now she smiles.] You bet they do. [She spreads them to give him a better look.]

[colonial]

That's neat! I wanna fly! [America jumps up and down, which is not really flying at all.] Can I see?

[ladyliberty]

There's not really enough space in here... [Her wingtips are already brushing the walls of the corridor on either side.] But we could go outside?

[colonial]

There's some outside places that float, but you wouldn't be able to fly there probably. [He looks downcast, but perks up again pretty quickly.] We could go to the meadow floor!

[ladyliberty]

Okay! [That already sounds about ten billion times better than this crappy dorm.] Can you take me there?

[colonial]

We have to take the elevator. [America will lead the way!!! It's not actually that far away, so.] It's kind of a long way though since this is above floor a hundred and we have to go to twenty-five, but we can ride to twenty-one and then climb up the stairs.

[ladyliberty]

...Alright, sounds good. Lead the way!

[colonial]

[To the elevator! It's about a twenty-minute ride.]

Floor twenty-one's not dangerous to walk on but floor twenty-three isn't there and even if you feel like you need to go back and check you shouldn't 'cause you disappear, poof!

[ladyliberty]

Uh-huh. [She's just gonna pretend that made sense. Because babies.] There's lots of floors, huh?

[colonial]

There's a hundred and one plus five with bedrooms. It's lots and lots! But the meadow's my favorite.

[ladyliberty]

Yeah, that one sounds nice. I like big open spaces to fly around in!

[colonial]

I can roll my hoops there and no one gets mad like when I play in the hallways.

[And up the staircase! Past floor twenty-one and floor twenty-two and floor twenty-three, though floor twenty-three really isn't there.]

[ladyliberty]

[Wait what the eff just happened?? Amelia turns around to look, but fortunately the call of the meadow is stronger than the desire to figure out the missing floor.] Almost there?

[colonial]

Yup--right here! [And meadow floor! It looks like they're outside!]

[ladyliberty]

[Sunlight! It's-- it's really hot. She's going to have to take off the sweater.]

Alright! You want to see what I can do?

[colonial]

Yeah! [America bounces a few times and then puts his rabbit down to let it wander around the meadow for a while.] Flying, flying!

[ladyliberty]

[She folds the sweater up and lays it to the side-- she looks like even more of a dork now, but only the baby is around to see, anyway-- and takes a few running steps before leaping into the air. Just don't overthink it.

She flaps her wings to gain altitude and then opens them wide to catch an updraft, spreading her limbs so they'll catch the breeze. That's it, that's the stuff.]