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[deusextaserina]

WHO: Darcy Lewis and YOU
WHERE: Wandering around her wagon and beyond
WHEN: Friday November 4th, pre-dawn
WARNINGS: Language?
SUMMARY: Darcy wakes up in a literal welcome wagon. Reactions are involved
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.

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[yokoonomuch]

Annie had settled herself on the bottom step leading up to a building that seemed to specialize in selling parts for wagons. (Wainwright, supplied the part of her brain that still remember things like that from back when she was the Grade 6 Spelling Bee champ of her school.) This was all fundamentally weirder than the last time she'd visited Wild West town.

"Tell me about it," she said, tucking her knees up to her chest so that she could drop her chin down on it. "I had things to do today, and most of them didn't involve waking up in 1850."

[deusextaserina]

Darcy fell backwards a bit, supporting herself on her elbows as she craned to find the source of the voice. A human girl, maybe even around her own age. Somehow, the normalcy felt a little strange compared to the rest of it. Great, now even the mundane was being infected by the weird.

"Uh-huh. I was going to catch up on a month of sleep today. I can't even get a GPS signal in this time period."

[yokoonomuch]

Annie had only recently transitioned into worrying about where she was particularly, having been more preoccupied up until this point with worrying about how she ended up here. She holds up her wrist near her ear and gives it a shake, like she's hoping that'll achieve something useful.

"These things look like they should come with a map or something," she said. "Or something to tell us what time period we're in. There's gotta be an app for that, right?"

[deusextaserina]

"It doesn't even have angry birds."

And she spoke her language. Nice. Darcy shoved off the ground to make her way over with a helpless shrug.

"I'm Darcy. Hey."

[yokoonomuch]

Annie raised her hand and gave her fingers a little wave of hello and nice to meet you. She didn't even play games that much but the thought of sitting down and launching some birds at some pigs sounded relaxingly familiar right now.

"I'm Annie, hi," she said. "Have you been here long?"

[deusextaserina]

"A couple hours. Which is way too long."

She resumed her seated, woe is me, position next to Annie now with a sigh.

"And no authority figure to register a complaint with and or rage against. Just more lost people."

[yokoonomuch]

"There do seem to be a lot of them," she agreed, with another glance back down at the gadget on her wrist. Every time she checked it, there seemed to be someone new asking where they all were.

"I think," she continued carefully, "that, even without an authority figure, a little rage is appropriate right now. I mean, we have been inter-dimensionally kidnapped or something, right?"

[deusextaserina]

"Yup. That's all I've got. Who knows why, it's not like I'm in on the great secrets of life or something."