A Wicked Girl Saving Herself (witchy_jen) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-03-26 11:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | jennifer kale, zatanna |
Who: Jennifer OT Zatanna
Where: Jennifer's apartment building (Gotham) -> To where Zatanna is
When: Monday, March 26th, 2012 - > evening time
What: Jennifer tries a teleport spell. It doesn't work for her the way she planned.
Rating: G
"Oh you have to be kidding me." Peering into her purse, Jennifer gave the thing a shake as if by doing that she'd somehow reveal her keys. Nope. All the shaking did was moving around her makeup, wallet, transit pass, and a couple of ticket stubs. She had gone out with her little purse last night, doing the traveling light thing. She knew she had had her keys with her when she left, because she had locked the door. She had locked the door ... right?
Reaching out, Jennifer tried the door to her apartment. Yup. It was locked.
Swearing softly under her breath, Jennifer weighed her options. She could call her landlord, and then sit outside her door and wait for him to come. She could wrack her brain and try and come up with some sort of unlocking door spell or she could -
Inspiration struck in a flash. Jennifer thought she might have known an unlock a locked door spell, but she knew she had seen a teleport spell in one of her grandfather’s old spell books. The question was- did she remember the spell enough to call it up right here, right now and cast the thing? She closed her eyes and pictured the book in her head, focusing on trying to recall the words she had seen written in that book . . .
Pressing her hand against the door, Jennifer focused on being in her apartment, thought about the pajamas and slippers that waited for her there, and a nice hot shower.... she could feel magic building up around her and then -It felt like the floor dropped out from underneath her. Kind of like when she was on a roller coaster ride, and she had just come up over the big hill and were now dropping down, down down. Jennifer had time to register that something was very much Not Right, and had time to say; "Oh sh-"
Then she was elsewhere. Not her apartment. Her stomach felt like it had turned inside out, so Jennifer dropped down to her knees muttering; "I’m going to hurl." She sat there for a second with her eyes closed, and then cracked open one eye. "Oh gods, don’t let me have landed in some sort of pocket hell dimension." Although she didn't think pocket hell dimensions had carpet this nice.