OTA! And backdated because I didn't realise I could post. >_>

[sparrowhillrose]

The sun has already set when the blonde girl stumbles into the grounds of the Barracks, clutching a candle. She's wearing nothing but a green dress, which was probably quite nice before her little jaunt through the woods, but is now muddy and torn in a few places. Her hair is full of leaves, her arms are scraped from pushing through brambles, and

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[paterelohim]

Enter Chuck, carrying a sketch-pad and looking confused. Frankly he can't blame her for sounding ticked off- who wouldn't be, at this place? It's a hell and a half of a lot better than his reaction of throwing up and passing out for three days (and waking up sore and nasty to boot).

"Uh, I have that stuff." He shuffles over uncertainly, trying his hardest not to look like a sketchy middle aged man with a beard offering a blanket to a young girl. "You cool with furs? I have furs."

[sparrowhillrose]

Don't worry, Chuck - Rose has hitched rides with sketchier-looking men than you, and blown some of them. Not that he knows that, and she looks as innocent sweet sixteen peaches and cream as she did the night she died.

Rose turns, and sighs with relief. "I'm cool with pretty much anything," she says. "I'm fucking cold, and tired, and my feet hurt like hell. Where is this place, anyway?"

She's not really expecting much more of an answer than she got from the lady with the candle, but if she keeps asking, she might get an answer eventually.

[paterelohim]

It's a good thing He doesn't, because he'd freak out and fall over were he privy to that information. As it is he shrugs, a little awkward with the details about the Wood.

"Uh, it's a fairy rape forest with people from over a dozen different universes?" Chuck beckons her towards the pub across the center of town, looming in the shadows. "It's sort of C.S. Lewis- a wood between the worlds concept." He realizes not for the first time that he's probably the only grown man on the planet who remembers the Chronicles of Narnia well enough to reference them.

[sparrowhillrose]

Rose follows, and frowns at his description. "C.S. who?" she asks. It's not her fault - Lewis only started writing them the year she died. If she'd had a chance to read them, though, she'd probably still remember, too.

"But, okay, creepy fairy forest. I'm assuming from the fact that you don't seem very fond of it that no one knows how to get back to... to their universes, right?" Okay, it is weird, even for her, to think about multiple universes. Multiple layers of one universe, sure, but... whole separate universes?

[invisibill]

Danny had abandoned Team Wizard some way back. The rescuee had been rescued, from the kind of firepower they had been throwing around they were more than capable of making it the rest of the way, and he was sick of the weird looks everyone kept giving him. Honestly, you'd think they'd never seen a ghost fight before. Besides, he was so ready to be done with wandering around this creepy forest at a snail's pace.

He comes rocketing through the forest at what he considered to be a decently fast pace. Who needs roads when you can just phase through any obstacles?

[sparrowhillrose]

Rose is not one to be startled by the dead. What she is startled by, when she catches sight of him, is the speed with which he's travelling.

"How do you do that?" she calls out without thinking, her eyes wide as she gapes at him.

[invisibill]

At the sound of the question Danny immediately halts in midair, breaking several laws of physics as he does so, and turns to find the speaker.

"Do what?"

[sparrowhillrose]

"Move so fast," Rose clarifies, and takes a couple of wobbly steps towards him - she's tired, and the bottoms of her feet are probably bruised from running through the forest barefoot. "I mean, it's not like I get tired, but I don't move any faster than a person could walking, 'less the road likes me."

Some roads she could walk faster than others - they were like rivers, with their own flow, some brisk, some slow and meandering, some rough enough it'd near enough kill you (or at least hurt a lot) if you weren't careful. But even with a good, fast road, she couldn't do anything like he could, and she didn't know any ghosts who could, not for extended periods of time.

[w_for_wizard]

Harry's been wandering the barracks looking for Murphy, trying (and failing) not to look worried and half considering heading out into the woods again to find her. Luckily for everyone, before he can do that, he gets sidetracked by a different tiny blonde.

"Um... what's with the candle?" Yeah, he'll get to the other stuff in a minute. Really, he will. But that candle just reeks of fae magic, and it makes him nervous, even here inside the walls of the barracks. No, especially inside the barracks.

[sparrowhillrose]

She scowls at him a bit, because god dammit, she would like to be off of her feet right now. Also warm. And maybe eating something. But fine, maybe he's a witch and sees the magic in it, whatever, she'll humor him.

"Well, I was stuck out in the middle of the woods, where it was a lot fucking colder, and it was very much not where I'd been a few seconds before. And there were things in the woods. And an older lady came with a candle and said she wanted us the hell out of there because if those things ate us, they'd get more powerful, and she didn't want that, so she sliced my hand open, poured some candle wax in my palm, turned it into some sort of magic candle, and it led me here. And I ran out of my shoes a while back and would really like to sit down soon, if you don't mind."

[w_for_wizard]

Older lady. None of the fae Harry's met so far here match that description. Could be White Eyes or Kitsune in one of their many shapes - unlikely, but possible. Or an entirely new fae, but either way, no fae helps without getting something out of it - usually several things at once. Maybe the fairies can't pass the barracks' threshold on their own, but their magic can certainly pass through if carried by a human.

"Okay, first... why don't you put that out now that you're here?" All hail Harry, king of paranoia. "After that, we've definitely got food and beds and probably a change of clothes. But shoes might be a problem..."

[sparrowhillrose]

Rose can understand paranoia, and licks her fingers before pinching out the flame - she gets the feeling blowing won't do much for this particular candle.

"There," she says. "I'm not leaving this out here, though. It's got my blood in it." Paranoid witch that he is, she's hoping he'll understand her paranoia. "And I can deal without shoes for now, as long as I don't have to keep wearing this fucking dress."

It's not that she doesn't like it, but it's not very practical (and is now more than a little worse for wear), on top of being a very painful reminder of the night she died.

Anyway, she's not really the girl who bought the dress anymore. She shouldn't have to wear it.