₪ One Mark ₪ [accidental video]

[markofthemind]

[She's hurtling through space and nothing makes sense and she can't feel Luke's hand on hers anymore. The scenery rushing up to meet her is nothing like the image in her mind, though judging by the trees and green and sky, it does look like Idris might. And the lake--

The lake is suddenly right there and her impact sends a shower of water into

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[prettyhazknight]

Oh dear. You're a little wet there, cutie.

[markofthemind]

[She jumps, startled by the voice and staring around-- before she notices the device. Bending to retrieve it, Clary frowns at the thing. It looks like a weird cell-phone of some sort. She taps the screen with a finger, confused.]

What?

[prettyhazknight]

You're wet.

[markofthemind]

[She shivers again, scowling. No shit, Sherlock.]

Who are you?

[prettyhazknight]

I'm Mille Feuille. Is someone coming to get you?

[markofthemind]

Get... me?

[prettyhazknight]

You're by a lake you don't recognize, in a strange place all alone, and you're soaking wet.

I think "get you" means "get you".

[Sudden smile~]

Though a cute girl in wet clothes is a fun show too.

[markofthemind]

I thought Luke came with me. He should be somewhere... around here.

[she doesn't sound convinced, distressed and cold enough to completely forget to even register being called 'cute.']

[prettyhazknight]

What is his last name, dear? I can see if he made it.

[markofthemind]

Garroway. [or maybe Graymark? She sighs, shaking her head. Downworlders, she's heard, aren't particularly welcome around here so...]

You know what, never mind. It's okay.

[prettyhazknight]

Alright. Take care and let me know if you need anything.

[markofthemind]

Okay. Um. Thanks...

[...she still doesn't even know who you are or what's going on. OH WELL.]