...well, somewhere, anyway.

[amelia_z]

Amelia's not sure where the witch sent her. 'Tara' was the general direction, but as Amelia understands it, that can be several states at any given time.

Not much time to worry about it. SONNUVA! She grabs her head, doing a sort of tilt-a-whirl to the wall. Well she hadn't thought about it, either. The place has a weird sort of edge but it's the

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[green_shield]

"Damn." Tara notes, giving her the once over. "I was expecting they'd prep you a little better. I just put the water on for tea."

[amelia_z]

"They're all very charming company," she slurs back. "I'll be fine in a mo'. Just gotta... not pass out..."

Amelia grips the bag tighter, and in a couple seconds wills herself upright. She's a little wobbly but she plants her feet solidly on the floor and keeps from swaying. "Not their fault, not really. I didn' think of it either."

[green_shield]

"I'll bet," she deadpans. "Well, and they didn't know precisely where I was either, so they likely just honed in on where I was through some sort of magic and poofed you here." The hotpot burbles. "Green tea okay?"

[amelia_z]

"Sounds amazing."

The world is stabilizing, and Amelia puts the bag down beside her. Crazy weird shit and fun times for all. "Yes, I was 'poofed', except there was a lot more brain-burn involved. I feel like a rabbit pulled out of a hat."

[green_shield]

"I've read his papers." She shakes her head. "Before I got into this business or got sick, I really thought bio-tech companies were out the save the world. Half of them are there to take it over with about 10% intent of blowing it up, intentionally or otherwise."

[amelia_z]

"Well." Amelia thinks about that a bit and starts fiddling with bits and wiring again. No, they're not all altruistic but it's not like the world's perfect now anyway, right?

"Some of them," she says, choosing her words carefully, "Want to change the world, yeah. Not all of it for good, but I think sometimes they're trying to combat a problem most of the world doesn't see as a problem. You get people like those screws the government let sell bad IUDs to Africa; and then sometimes you get Norman Borlaug."

[green_shield]

"And thank God for that. Need any tools for that?"

[amelia_z]

Amelia grins, but it's a bit manic. "No, nothing you'd have here. No offense." Even the basic function of most of these things requires specialized tools, and they're all back at home. With her stuff. Where it took her brother.

It's like the past twenty-four hours is 'What the fuck happened?', and they were all so mean to her! They're the ones that screwed up her brother, not her! And she's stuck here being babysat! How she gets from that to bursting into tears is beyond her, but there it is.

[green_shield]

"The guy with the owl. The voice is enough. Just trust me on this. If all else fails, the owl is cool."

She shrugs. "I noticed. Still -" She has the grace to look a little sheepish. "Not just the face to look at. I swear that's why no one has figured out Superman. They don't call them 'tights,' for nothing."

[amelia_z]

That gets full-out laughter. "'Man of Steel' suddenly means so much more. Let's hope I never have to look him in the eye." She shakes a finger at Tara. "You're a bad influence."

[green_shield]

She laughs back. "This from a Zukov! God, they should quarantine Cape May for the good of everyone out there."

[amelia_z]

"I can't be a bad influence because no one listens to me," she says authoritatively. "And Caleb's just a sometimes-idiot that other sometimes-idiots listen to. You're in absolutely no danger in him being a bad influence on you. Just people, like... well, Trevor."