Who: Hansel hans & OTA What: Lost in Translation When: Sunday, May 19, evening Where: Downtown Madison Valley Rating: Reader Discretion is Advised Warnings: Hansel has a tendency toward crude language, violence, and lack of social graces. He also has no idea about modern technology. Status: Open/Complete
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Full moon could cause all kinds of crazy thoughts. People had a tendency to believe witchcraft was stronger on the full moon and every folk story out there seemed to focus on the moon changing people into monsters or making them hungry for blood or some shit. Hansel had thought he'd taken a shot too hard to the head while out in the desert. The full moon in the sky had seemed reasonable enough in comparison to the headache he had, so he'd just let his body go limp with sleep, not questioning how it was the sand underneath him had changed into grass.
Waking up to a bright sun was no real shock. Hansel tried to reorient himself based on the position of the sun, but the friendly woodlands around him were nowhere near the desert Hell he'd been in before feeling as if he'd been dropped off a cliff the night before.
Gretel was nowhere to be found which worried him more than his location. They hadn't been apart since they were children. Not for any length of time worth mentioning. Hansel knew she could take care of herself, but he didn't aim to leave her on her own anymore than she wanted to leave him to fend for himself. Some people understood family meant more than a word or even more than a shared bloodline. Family for them meant death would come before they'd abandon each other. Nothing was worth more than family and they were the only family either of them had.
Hansel had carried the stack of items he'd thought he had dreamed receiving until he could find a bench to sit down with them. They were some kind of machinery he'd never seen before. Some of them responded to a touch on their facing. Things happened as fast as his fingers could tap and Hansel couldn't understand what he was looking at well enough to do anything other than pile it all up on the bench beside him.
"You think you could spare a minute for a confused traveler?"
Strangers were always a gamble when traveling. Hansel and Gretel had been forced to rely on strangers for their entire childhood courtesy of their parents' attempt to save their life. He hoped he'd asked the right stranger for help. The last thing he wanted was to be confused, lost, and in a fight.