halfmad_copycat (halfmad_copycat) wrote in stromaisleic, @ 2023-03-19 17:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !time: morning, *thread: open, roswell nm: maria deluca, umbrella academy: lila pitts, ☑day: three |
Out of the Frying Pan...
Who: Lila Pitts and OPEN
What: Arrival
When: Day Three, Morning
Where: The Shore
Warnings: None Yet
Status: Incomplete
Lila woke, shivering, to the sound of the wind and the sea. She sat up, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. She had been lying on a rocky beach only a few yards from the water's edge. The ground was cold, but the air was colder. This was not London in 1963.
She felt a moment of panic and looked around for the briefcase--and felt a surge of relief when she spotted it sitting on the ground within arm's length. Without it, she'd be trapped here. There was also a note on the ground, held in place by a cell phone. She picked them up, read the note, and then scrolled through a few text chains.
Trapped here? The only safe place in the world? It sounded like Diego's family had screwed the pooch again and destroyed the world. Well, she wasn't trapped--not while she had her briefcase. It could take her anywhere and anywhen. It sucked for everyone else, but she was out of here.
She was going to set the coordinates for just outside a curry shop she favored in 1963 London. It was her go-to place to recuperate from physical and emotional stress after a job. Or, in this case, after her fight with the Hargreeves at the farm, and her mother's attempt to kill her. She'd snatched up a briefcase and vanished, leaving everyone else to deal with the fallout. She was going to set the coordinates for that shop--but they were already set to it.
That was...alarming. Lila activated the briefcase, or tried to it. It fizzled and made sounds she'd never heard before. She tried again, and again. Nothing. She opened it up, but the machinery looked no different than it ever had. Rage consumed her, and she raised the briefcase to smash it to pieces against a nearby rock. But she didn't. She very much wanted to, but it occurred to her that if she did, she'd never even have a chance of using it to escape. Maybe it would work later.
She lowered it slowly and looked around. She was on an island, and not a particularly large one. Bare of trees, but there were buildings here and there. Including a lighthouse. Perhaps she'd some of these "others" the note mentioned there.