Who: Ellie Miller and Bea Where: Mar-Vell Park When: Wednesday, October 7th What: Introducing Ellie 2.0 Rating: PG-13 Status: Closed; Complete
Ellie hummed the notes to a song (the lyrics of which she couldn't bring herself to sing) as she passed from one world into another. Her journey had almost been seamless as she'd just crested a hill and brought a hand up to shield her eyes from the sunlight, but she took her next step she stumbled and fell... onto a lush green and well-tended lawn. She had arrived on Galador, although she didn't know it yet. She stood and brushed the freshly cut grass from her kneecaps. Had she taken a wrong turn somewhere? She didn't think so. And yet... nothing looked familiar.
There was, however, a huge sign that said 'Welcome!'
Frowning thoughtfully, she immediately took in her surroundings. At first glance Ellie wasn't much to look at. She was 5'4" and slender in appearance, but under her jeans and farmers shirt she had a wiry physique. Her shirt was rolled up to her elbows, showing the tattoo of a moth and ferns on her right forearm, as well as the hamsa bracelet that Dina had given her. She only had a third of her pinkie and her ring finger on her left hand, bitten off during a brutal fight. She carried a backpack, which was worn but functional. And while she'd decided that she wanted to live a more peaceful life, she still carried weapons for protection. Which was why she unslung her bow and notched an arrow. Wherever she was, it didn't feel right.
While now officially a queen, Bea Wilson was still the same hilariously outspoken young woman she'd always been. There'd be no "better behavior" for her just because she was a ruler now. Or, apparently, a more dignified wardrobe, as she walked toward the welcome center in shorts that were almost obscenely tiny, and a white tanktop so tight that, honestly, it's a mystery why she bothered wearing a shirt at all.
Looking adorably indignant, she muttered under her breath as she walked, stopping when she saw the young woman up ahead. Was that.... no, really? Was that Ellie? Something looked different about her though. Still, happy to see her friend, the blonde succubus started to sprint towards her. "YO! You believe the Dunkin' in Commerceport kicked me out? ME! Just cos I pointed at the glazed donuts and told them to give me three of the ones that looked like someone nutted on them."
"Whoa!" Ellie hurried back a few steps. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." She took aim and could have hit Bea dead center in the chest if she wanted to. She held her ground, but didn't release the arrow. She didn't want to hurt people anymore. Not if she could help it. "Slow the fuck down, lady!"
"Oh har har, bitch. I'll beat your little ass." She laughed, clearly thinking this was the other Ellie. Sure there were clear differences, but Bea had never been the most observant gal. "Bring it in..." She laughed, walking toward her with arms outstretched.
Bea clearly needed to get her eyes checked after this encounter. Ellie aimed wide and let the arrow loose, watching as it whizzed by Bea's face. "The next one is going in your eye if you don't stop right there." She quickly notched another arrow. Ellie wasn't trying to be aggressive or hostile. She was just freaked out and had a stranger babbling nonsense while running at her.
Of course, when Bea got closer, she noted how different the girl looked. "Hey. You're not my Ellie. Who the fuck are you?" She asked, probably a bit more harsh than one should talk to someone holding a deadly weapon.
Ellie blinked and lowered her weapon slightly. She glanced around, making sure that this wasn't some weird ambush of some kind. Still... "How do you know my name?"
"Because... I am from your future!" Bea said in a 'spooky voice', before laughing. "Kidding, kidding. There's another version of you that's here. Little younger, I'm guessing. She's a good friend of mine."
Ellie blinked. This woman wasn't a threat. She was batshit crazy. "Yeah. Right. And I'm the Queen of England," she deadpanned, putting slack on the bowstring.
"Nonsense. I've never found myself wanting to fuck the Queen of England." Bea said without even a moment's hesitation, sighing as she crossed her arms under her breasts. "Alright, lemme learn ya somethin' here. You're safe now. Allllll the zombies and shit you've been having to deal with? Gone. About the worst thing you gotta worry about here is the occasional off-world attack. Or something fucked up coming from the gem that brought you here. Or, worst case, my dad trying to set up Karaoke parties in the park. Seriously, dude's more persistent that the guy who roleplays Obama on the ratedx community."
The only thing that Ellie got out of that was 'zombies'. Still, Bea's babbled nonsense was enough to make Ellie curious. She glanced around again to double check that this wasn't an ambush, then, once satisfied, she lowered her bow to the ground. "Okay. Start again. Slowly."
"Jeez lousie, I'm not speaking Russian or something. Anyway. Fine. Reader's Digest version." Oh, this should be rich... "There's a gem that can distort reality. It's gone crazier than Kanye West and is taking people out of their worlds and throwing them into ones they don't belong in. Apparently it took you outta your little Zombie World and plopped you down in this mercilessly zombie-free one."
"There isn't Infected here?" Ellie asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. That was the dream, wasn't it? To live a life in peace? "Okay." She gave Bea a final once-over, then put the bow and arrow away. "You have my attention."
"Well, there's way too many skanky bitches around here to say that with any real confidence, but definitely no zombies." Bea replied, without even a hint of playfulness. "And please. If I wanted your attention, I'd just take my top off. All I'm saying is, you can relax. The younger-you that's here? She's happy. She has foster parents that love her, and a cute little girlfriend that loves to blow shit up. So... yeah. I guess that's all I'm really saying. You can rest now."
Ellie looked away briefly to hide the tears that immediately came to her eyes. "Yeah that... that sounds good." She'd fought for so long and so hard that she'd almost lost herself. Now she wanted to live her life in peace. "Hey," she cleared her throat, "what's your name, anyway?"
"I'm Queen Beatrice Arthur Wilson. Remember the name, cos if I have my way, you'll be screaming it eventually." She said with a saucy wink, chuckling. "You need anything? A hot meal? A shower? Cunnilingus?"
Ellie chuckled and scratched her thumbnail over the scar on her right eyebrow. "Yes to the first two and a hard pass on the third one." She winced apologetically. Technically she was single now and it had been a while, but her body and soul still belonged to Dina.
"You sure? I got this thing I do with my tongue that'll change your life." Bea said, as if talking about something as mundane as the weather.
Ellie's eyebrows shot up. "So when you say 'Queen' is that a title that you just gave yourself?" She couldn't help it but ask with a chuckle.
"No, 'Star Wars Trivial Pursuit Champion', and 'Pussy Slayer', are titles I gave myself (well earned though)." Bea said with a smirk. "Queen is my title by birthright. I rule a kingdom here called Monstropolis."
Yep. Ellie had certainly come across the wrong person to introduce her to Galador. This woman was certifiable. Still, her humor was enough to let Ellie's guard down. She gave Bea a lopsided smile. "Do Queen's give grand tours?"
"Well, normally I'd have Marcus or someone do that, but... you're another version of one of my favorite people, so for you? Hell yeah I can." She offered the crook of her arm to the girl, sniffing the air with a sigh. "Much like with the younger-you, we're gonna have to get you re-adjusted to the idea of normal showers and perfume."
"Hey, fuck you lady. I smell fucking delightful. You should be so lucky to get a piece of this." The rage in her voice mixed with the amused smirk on her face meant that she didn't take any offense to Bea's comment. "Okay. So maybe I should take that shower first," she muttered, hooking her hand around the crook of Bea's arm.
"C'mon. Let's go back to my palace. We'll get you showered, get you some fresh clothes, then we'll see about that tour." Bea really was far more kind and generous than she let on, especially when she genuinely liked you. "And remember, if you change your mind? The third part of the offer is still on the table."