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[missmarybennet]

[OOM: Once upon a time, Mary Bennet read fairy stories.]This is wrong. This is wrong, wrong, wrong

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[seat_five_girl]

That's not good.

That is most definitively not good.

Ako rushes over for the most basic part of first aid.

"Miss, are you okay? Can you hear me? Miss?"

[missmarybennet]

Someone is speaking, and it begins to bring Mary back to her senses.

Did she fall asleep? She ordinarily doesn't fall asleep during the day. There are always too many other things to do.

But....she most certainly never falls asleep on the floor. And her sisters are not in the habit of calling her 'miss'.

Mary's eyes pop open. And she quickly pushes herself up to sitting.

[seat_five_girl]

The hair is very blue, the eyes somewhere between gold and red. Nowhere are those really normal colors in a person.

"Careful. You just had a fall. Do you hurt anywhere?"

[missmarybennet]

No, it is not normal. Nothing about this matter is normal.

Mary's hand, almost of its own accord gropes across her fallen belongings, and finally closes around Kitty's curling iron.

Which she brandishes at this strange....creature, whilst at the same time backing herself as far away as possible.

"Get back! BACK!"

[creator_raven]

Seconds later there is another loud thump as something small, black, and feathery drops from out of the rafters.

What stands up from that spot is man-shaped, wearing jeans, a black coat, and dusty black boots.

He uses one of those boots to nudge Mary's prone form.

Just to make sure she is still alive.

Obviously.

[missmarybennet]

Mary groans slightly. Less in pain and more in discomfort and (though she can't quite think why she should feel so at the moment) fear and distress.

And now something is nudging her.

Mary's eyes open and she stares, rather stupidly, at a pair of black boots.

Oh, things still aren't right, are they?

[creator_raven]

The sight of open eyes prompts Raven to drop into a crouch, hands danging between his knees.

"Possibly sitting up will be helpful, yes?"

All this lying about on the floor is making him hungry.

For one.

[missmarybennet]

Mary sits up--sits up quite quickly. But it's certainly not because this...this brigand has suggested it.

Though 'sits' is a rather tame description of the action. Mary fairly bolts from lying down to sitting up, scrambling back against the (now doorless) wall.

A failing hand finds a possible weapon almost of its own accord.

Mary levels Kitty's curling iron at the man's nose.

"Stay BACK!"

[tyler_marlocke]

Mary will probably be woken by something wet, such as a soap bubble bursting on her cheek with a distinct -pop!- before smelling lavender, so much lavender, when none seems to be present.

And possibly hear a child's laughter from above.

[missmarybennet]

Something splashes against Mary's cheek, which has the effect of rousing her a bit from her faint.

A smell floods her nose. Lavender? She's fainted? But salts don't smell like lavender, at least not the ones mother keeps on hand.

Mary's eyes open, and she half expects to be back home.

She's not. And there's laughter nearby.

"What.....?" She swipes at the moisture on her cheek and sits up.

[tyler_marlocke]

If she looks up, and really looks up into the rafters, Mary will spot the source of the laughter, a blonde boy in strange clothing sitting in the rafters. And creating a large variety of multicolored bubbles, large, small, and tiny drifting clusters.

[missmarybennet]

That laughter. Impish laughter.

Dear God, what kind of place has she fallen into?

Mary finds the source of the sound and musters a glare to send in its direction.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"

"Send me home at once!"

[starrydome]

A sharp scent of mint reaches her nostrils. A less offensive method than the smelling salts she might know, but effective enough to achieve the same results.

"Are you unwell, young lady?" she's then asked, by a warm and kind voice. A caring voice.

The voice belongs to a very tall male. With very long hair. Very. Impossibly bright grey eyes. And leaf-shaped ears.

[missmarybennet]

The smell cuts through the most of her insensibility, and the voice draws her out the rest of the way.

Mary stares stupidly at its owner for a brief moment.

Before uttering a short scream and scrambling backward as far as the wall will allow.

"Stay back!"

[starrydome]

For a moment, there is silence.

A less patient being would likely have filled it with a long-suffering sigh, but Elrond resists the urge to do just that.

Instead, he crouches fully down - taking some off of the height - and holds up his hands, palms toward her.

"Do not fret. I mean you no harm."

[missmarybennet]

In Mary's mind (the mind of a young woman who has been apparently snatched from her own house without so much as a by-your-leave) he lacks credibility.

One hand goes groping and finds the handle of Kitty's curling iron.

Which she brings up to point at the man's (creature's?) face.

"Stay away. And...and....send me home. I demand that you send me home. Immediately."

[guppy_sandhu]

Oh dear, that's not good.

Guppy jumps over a sofa and crouches next to the woman, feeling for a pulse.

"Can you hear me?"

[missmarybennet]

She can, and as it's not a deep faint, Mary finds her way back to full consciousness fairly quickly.

To find a strange young man with his hand at her throat.

Still somewhat disoriented, Mary's hands go flailing at the unwelcome intrusion, making her look not unlike someone who is being attacked by a wasp.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy pulls his hand away quickly.

"It's okay, I'm a doctor." he says. "Are you all right?"

[missmarybennet]

A doctor? Since when do doctors take part in abductions?

Unless the last few moments were all just the product of imagination. Perhaps she was stricken with a fever?

But a quick look at her surroundings tells her that this is not, in fact, the case.

Mary pushes herself up to sitting, and one flailing hand finds her sister's curling iron, which she raises and points like a pistol.

"You...you...send me home at once!"