Wednesday, December 3rd 1952
"Midgard? My, that is a strange name for a place..."
[It seems that the Flux Gate has found yet another victim, though this one seems to be curious as much as frightened about the whole affair. Giselle has managed to find a stick somewhere along the way to clip her hair up into a loose knot, but it only manages to make her look more swamped by the jumpsuit she has been given. She clutches a book in her arms protectively, fingers curled around as best she can to try and keep them out of the cold.]
"I do wish that they'd given me some clearer instructions... then again, they did seem very distracted."
[She turns, scanning the buildings once again, then a rustle from the side of the road catches her attention. Giselle spins, eyes widening, as a rat briefly appears from the shadow of a doorway. Immediately, her face lights up and she walks over to the rat, bending at the waist to talk almost conspiratorially.]
"I don't suppose that you can help me, can you? I'm looking for Midgard, only I don't know this place and I'm awfully afraid that I'm going to get lost. You don't happen to know where it is, do you?"
[The rat squeaks, scratches with its claws, and then disappears off into the darkness. Giselle straightens up, looking more than a little surprised.]
"Well, that wasn't really what I asked, but..." [She raises her voice to call after the rat.] "Thank you anyway!"
[A brief pause. She bites her lip uncertainly and looks round the road once again. Everything is so strange here, not open like Andalasia was but not all in neat rows like New York either. Another gust of wind produces a shiver.] "Oh my, it is cold here. I really do need to find this place soon..."
((OoC: Well, here's to hoping that I'm doing things right. ^.^ It's an honour to be among you guys.))
[It seems that the Flux Gate has found yet another victim, though this one seems to be curious as much as frightened about the whole affair. Giselle has managed to find a stick somewhere along the way to clip her hair up into a loose knot, but it only manages to make her look more swamped by the jumpsuit she has been given. She clutches a book in her arms protectively, fingers curled around as best she can to try and keep them out of the cold.]
"I do wish that they'd given me some clearer instructions... then again, they did seem very distracted."
[She turns, scanning the buildings once again, then a rustle from the side of the road catches her attention. Giselle spins, eyes widening, as a rat briefly appears from the shadow of a doorway. Immediately, her face lights up and she walks over to the rat, bending at the waist to talk almost conspiratorially.]
"I don't suppose that you can help me, can you? I'm looking for Midgard, only I don't know this place and I'm awfully afraid that I'm going to get lost. You don't happen to know where it is, do you?"
[The rat squeaks, scratches with its claws, and then disappears off into the darkness. Giselle straightens up, looking more than a little surprised.]
"Well, that wasn't really what I asked, but..." [She raises her voice to call after the rat.] "Thank you anyway!"
[A brief pause. She bites her lip uncertainly and looks round the road once again. Everything is so strange here, not open like Andalasia was but not all in neat rows like New York either. Another gust of wind produces a shiver.] "Oh my, it is cold here. I really do need to find this place soon..."
((OoC: Well, here's to hoping that I'm doing things right. ^.^ It's an honour to be among you guys.))