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[Xena’s life is, on occasion, very strange. So when she finds herself suddenly transported to an unfamiliar place…well, it’s a more familiar situation than it would be for most people. What is unusual is that she’s standing on top of a kitchen counter, her right foot covered in someone’s meal (was it yours? Sorry about that.) She removes her boot from the middle of the odd dish, in the process knocking over the journal that appeared beside her. It falls to the floor, opening on the way down, and thus records her first words in this new world. And she doesn’t sound happy.]
Cute. Real cute. So which god is it this time? Ares? Seems a little dry for Poseidon. Look, point is I’m getting real tired of this, so why don’t you just come on out and we can get this over with nice and quick. I’m not a patient woman- I won’t play nice forever.
[She’s totally talking to the air with the not unreasonable expectation that whoever brought her here is lurking somewhere nearby, preparing a speech about how he needs her help to save the world (or wants her to return to the dark side, in the case of Ares). That’s how these things work, isn’t it?]
Cute. Real cute. So which god is it this time? Ares? Seems a little dry for Poseidon. Look, point is I’m getting real tired of this, so why don’t you just come on out and we can get this over with nice and quick. I’m not a patient woman- I won’t play nice forever.
[She’s totally talking to the air with the not unreasonable expectation that whoever brought her here is lurking somewhere nearby, preparing a speech about how he needs her help to save the world (or wants her to return to the dark side, in the case of Ares). That’s how these things work, isn’t it?]