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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]

So we're really trapped here.

[colonial]

Yeah... But just until we break out!

[ladyliberty]

That's right. I bet lots of people are trying, right?

[colonial]

[Nodding!] I'm gonna try, too! I'm pretty strong.

[ladyliberty]

[She smiles a bit again.] So it totally won't be much longer.

[colonial]

Right! [Beaming!] A bunch've people are gonna not go to the collar checkup thing and I'm gonna not go, too.

[ladyliberty]

Checkup? [She rubs absently at the collar around her own neck.] What is it for?

[colonial]

They take all the stuff in your collar out and put new stuff in. You gotta go every other week.

[ladyliberty]

So... what does that do?

[colonial]

I dunno! But it's what's really in our bodies when you can see our real bodies.

[ladyliberty]

Real bodies? What are you talking about?

[colonial]

They can't take our bodies from our worlds so they just take our souls and put them in new bodies.

[ladyliberty]

[...]

[colonial]

It's okay! We just have to beat up the people in charge so we can fix our worlds and go home! [Patting her leg.]

[ladyliberty]

[This is a very strange conversation to be having with a baby. Or ever.]

Yeah... I guess so.

[colonial]

[Only the fact that he doesn't quite get how it works keeps him from being more freaked out by the whole situation!]

So it'll be okay!

[ladyliberty]

You must be really brave, you know?

[colonial]

I gotta be, or I can't protect everything I want to protect.

[ladyliberty]

Are you gonna protect me?

[colonial]

Yes! [Pause.] If you want me to!

[ladyliberty]

Sure do. Why wouldn't I?

[colonial]

Sometimes grown-ups don't like it. [And Amelia is close enough to a grown-up in his eyes, at least appearance-wise.]

[ladyliberty]

[Close enough.]

Everyone's gotta look out for each other, I think, or everyone just ends up sad.