WHO: Susan Pevensie & OPEN. WHAT: Susan arrives in a very funky Narnia L.A. WHEN: April 22nd, Evening. WHERE: Somewhere in L.A. RATING/PROGRESS: G for now / In-progress.
Susan was out with a few friends that afternoon, having tea at a place down the street from her house. She was having a perfectly fine time, until she spilled her cup of tea on her skirt. Her new skirt, of course. Telling Amelia, and Lilly she'd meet up with them later, she went to the restroom to change her skirt for the one she'd bought along with her to show her friends. Closing the restroom door, she moved to set her bag down, but noticed immediately that she wasn't looking at tiles, but instead black stuff like the tar on the roads. What in the...
Looking around her she noticed a distinct difference from where she had been previously. Instead of being in a restroom, she was on a street, an unfamiliar street at that. She stared around her dumbly for a moment before it really hit her that something was very wrong with this situation. It didn't even look like the same time now, the sun was in a completely different area of the sky. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself she walked down the street, getting on the sidewalk to avoid any cars that passed by. At the corner, she looked down that street, but things looked as unfamiliar as before.
Maybe she had left the tea shop, walked off, and just didn't remember it? Nothing like that had ever happened to her, as far as she knew, but it was all she could think of. Either that, or something had transported her here, but the last time she'd been transported away from her known spot, she'd been well aware of it, and it had been to Narnia. And even that she wasn't so sure had happened. Besides, this place looked nothing like Narnia -or what it supposedly looked like, she thought absently-, there were no buildings or tar roads in Narnia.
Spotting someone using something similar to a phonebox, minus the box, she hurried across the street, walked over to the person, and the phone, and waited, slightly impatient, for the person to be finished so she could use the phone to call home. That would solve this, calling home. Her parents would come and get her, and everything would be fine. Perfectly fine.