Trouble with Time Travel [closed]
Characters: Blossom & Tanaka
Location: Northwestern US
Time: Mid-day, 1800s, Summer
Content: Blossom, disguised as a boy, continues her travels with the explorers and encounters a Native American tribe...along with a familiar face
Warnings: none
Format: Prose
Blossom knew exactly how long she'd been stuck in the 1800s. Her initial arrival had been just a few months ago, just outside St. Louis, MO. She knew it had to do with that creepy Angel thing, and even now she'd have nightmares about it. She tried not to think about the event too much though, there was no way back as far as she could tell. Blossom tried to stay optimistic at first, that she could somehow get a message to the Institute or staff or even her Dad. But it would have to be something that survived through time and she wasn't even sure the Institute HAD time machines.
The solution had been obvious to Blossom then. She had to become involved in some big historic event. It was that revelation that had caused her to steal some clothes from a local farm-boy and sign-on to the expedition to the west hosted by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark. She still wasn't sure how she'd persuaded them that letting a 14 year old boy on their journey was a wise idea...but she knew it was easier than convincing them of a 14-year old girl going with them. Ugh, sexism was frustrating.
Blossom had already learned a great deal on the expedition so far. There had been a few close calls with her gender being discovered, but a speedster had its advantages and so far no one was the wiser. She went by the name Brick and claimed to be a recent orphan, it helped to keep them from asking about her parents. Months in the wilderness were doing a lot for Blossom's muscle tone and tan, but not a lot for her metal state. Sometimes her times in the 21st century seemed more like a dream than this place. Maybe it was just the fact that there were no indications that such a place existed. Her only reminder at all that she was in the wrong time was the fact she was a mutant herself. Still, shouldn't the Institute have been able to rescue her by now? It was time-travel it's not like she actually had to wait for them right? They should have found something and gotten her by now?
She tried not to think about it too much. Instead she continued to keep her journal and remind herself that this wasn't where she belonged. She felt the wagon she was sitting in pull to a stop, causing her hand to jerk and mar the paper. Blossom hid her journal away and peaked out of the covered back, "What's going on?"
"We've come up our first Indian village," one of the men responded. "Care to take a look lad?"
Location: Northwestern US
Time: Mid-day, 1800s, Summer
Content: Blossom, disguised as a boy, continues her travels with the explorers and encounters a Native American tribe...along with a familiar face
Warnings: none
Format: Prose
Blossom knew exactly how long she'd been stuck in the 1800s. Her initial arrival had been just a few months ago, just outside St. Louis, MO. She knew it had to do with that creepy Angel thing, and even now she'd have nightmares about it. She tried not to think about the event too much though, there was no way back as far as she could tell. Blossom tried to stay optimistic at first, that she could somehow get a message to the Institute or staff or even her Dad. But it would have to be something that survived through time and she wasn't even sure the Institute HAD time machines.
The solution had been obvious to Blossom then. She had to become involved in some big historic event. It was that revelation that had caused her to steal some clothes from a local farm-boy and sign-on to the expedition to the west hosted by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark. She still wasn't sure how she'd persuaded them that letting a 14 year old boy on their journey was a wise idea...but she knew it was easier than convincing them of a 14-year old girl going with them. Ugh, sexism was frustrating.
Blossom had already learned a great deal on the expedition so far. There had been a few close calls with her gender being discovered, but a speedster had its advantages and so far no one was the wiser. She went by the name Brick and claimed to be a recent orphan, it helped to keep them from asking about her parents. Months in the wilderness were doing a lot for Blossom's muscle tone and tan, but not a lot for her metal state. Sometimes her times in the 21st century seemed more like a dream than this place. Maybe it was just the fact that there were no indications that such a place existed. Her only reminder at all that she was in the wrong time was the fact she was a mutant herself. Still, shouldn't the Institute have been able to rescue her by now? It was time-travel it's not like she actually had to wait for them right? They should have found something and gotten her by now?
She tried not to think about it too much. Instead she continued to keep her journal and remind herself that this wasn't where she belonged. She felt the wagon she was sitting in pull to a stop, causing her hand to jerk and mar the paper. Blossom hid her journal away and peaked out of the covered back, "What's going on?"
"We've come up our first Indian village," one of the men responded. "Care to take a look lad?"