InsaneJournal

WHO: America Chavez and Carol Danvers
WHAT: Not quite the Ultimates
WHERE: Flying over town, and then probably the ground
WHEN: Today.


Things being what they were, America was starting to give up hope of getting out of this place, at least getting out in any way that was to do with her. And that was a feeling she didn't love, not being at the center of a solution was not a place that America wanted to be in. And it left her feeling restless in a way that she didn't know what to do with. She hadn't gone back to the doorway yet, she probably should so she could continue to test and see if the same problems with her portals persisted even in the different places they could end up.

She wanted to get out of here, to get out of this place and she couldn't. Just walking into the forest didn't seem to get her anywhere finding herself coming out on the other side of town. So she'd gone out again, not to start yelling at the air or anything like that - not again at least.

Instead she walked to the center of town and then pushed up off the ground, letting herself rise higher and higher toward the sky wondering if she'd hit something if she went high enough or if she'd.... what? Find herself pushed back down again. It couldn't hurt to try, she'd tried everything else she could think of, at least so far she'd see how this went.