Angelina Johnson (angie_j) wrote in misplacedrpg, @ 2020-05-26 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !rp, time: 2020 05 |
RP: What is going on with this place?
Who: Angelina Johnson, OPEN
What: Arrival and abrupt weather change at 6pm
When: 26th May 2020
Where: Cabin 17, the Pub
Warnings: Angie tends to swear
Completion Status: Ongoing
When Angelina had gone to bed she had less fallen gently asleep and more collapsed from hard work. She'd managed to get a sleep cap on, but otherwise it wasn't very coordinated. It had also been late. Which meant she was late waking up too, or at least it felt like it. There had been no reason for an alarm, since her only plans had been more packing and nobody would turn up to help until either after practice or after work. She surfaced with a groan, stumbled out of bed and aimed where the bathroom had been.
"The fuck?" she said, a shot of adrenaline at her unfamiliar surroundings waking her up pretty effectively. She spun around. She was not at home. She spotted some papers on the table by the messy bed. Since she couldn't hear an immediate threat, she grabbed them.
The first read Welcome to Nowhere, Maine. You have been misplaced here. Good luck. P.S. All your family and friends are just fine, go look for some familiar faces. Well that was missing some details. But okay. She absently tugged off her sleep cap. It was a different shade of red.
Maybe the second note would be more helpful. She looked at it and was even less impressed. It seems you are getting too comfortable. We want you to be happy here, but you should never fall into complacence in life it read. There was some set of poems attached. She scanned them, but they weren't exactly forthcoming. She was sensing a theme.
She sighed, the spike of adrenaline was starting to cause her jitters. Time to clean herself up and investigate.
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Angie had found a cute pink sundress in the wardrobe. Looking out of the bathroom window had been enough to remind her that she was the northern hemisphere and summer now instead of mid Southern winter. And it looked sunny, and probably rather later than she expected if her hazy knowledge of what the timezone difference to the USA to NZ was proved correct. She hadn't found her wand, but she was muggle-savvy enough to manage without it for a while, she could ask about it when she found someone who knew what was going on.
She had been about to head for the buildings when she spotted a beach and made a beeline for it. She wasn't there long, but New Zealand had definitely bred a love of the beach and sea into her and she had fun wandering up and down a bit and getting her toes wet. She squeaked a bit at the cold and soon headed back towards the buildings.
Just as she was crossing the scrubby bit at the edge of the beach the sunny weather stopped abruptly. There had been clouds in the sky before, but nothing like the dark grey ones which produced the sudden chilly downpour that was assaulting her. She squeaked and set off at a run, feet slipping a bit in her sandals.
She arrived, sodden, a minute or so later at the nearest building and wrenched open the door. "What the shit happened to my beautiful sunny day? It's pissing it down now," she said to the expanse of what appeared to be a pub. She hadn't spoken all that loudly, but the door gave a soft thunk behind her to announce her arrival as she stood, dress plastered to her body and twists dripping, just inside the door.