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Irene Adler (makethembeg) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-01-08 17:45:00

Entry tags:

irene adler, thor

Who: Irene Adler and whoever turns up!

What: The Woman arrives

Where: A Lawrence street

When: Evening of the 8th

Rating: TBD (It's Adler, so there'll be sexual/bdsm references if nothing else)

Status: In Progress

The woman was at least two turns from Baker Street by now, so she stopped and leaned against a wall, furiously fighting back the tears and fear that threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn't entirely sure which direction she'd walked in, but it didn't really matter - nowhere was safe, except maybe around him, and that was the last place she wanted to be.

She'd been stupid, so stupid, and she knew it – that was the worst part. He was right, she loved to play games, and the delicious thrill of using something so very obvious, so out of character had tempted her until she couldn't resist.

Temptation was within her trade though, so she should have known better - how many men and woman had she brought to their knees (literally in some cases) with a tantalizing smile and a riding crop dangling casually from one hand. A smirk teased the corner of her mouth as she thought of it. Then she remembered the cold, hard look in his eyes when he'd oh-so-slowly unlocked her phone, and it faded as quickly as it appeared. 'Know when you've been beaten', as her website said, and she did. Oh, she did.

Turning her head to rest her cheek against the wall, taking a deep breath, she let the rough feel of the stonework steady her. Concentrating on it, letting sensation rule for a second. Just long enough to rein in her emotion, to work out her next move. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, calmly.

Then the sensation changed, and she tensed, unnerved. Stone couldn't suddenly smooth itself, change its texture. Opening her eyes hesitantly, she suppressed a gasp as she took in the street in front of her. This....this was not London.

A split second of panic, then she quelled it ruthlessly. How could this happen? Drugs...no. She knew every chemical way to knock someone out and there was nothing that could do it this quickly and seamlessly. Then...was she hallucinating? Not normal for her, but again, a drug could do it. But there was no one who could have drugged her....Sherlock wouldn't, she knew that instinctively, and Mycroft was not that subtle.

The breeze made her shiver and she realised that where ever she was, it was cooler than London. The glitzy dress and tiny bolero she was wearing were not made for this weather. Which made her next step simpler – forget about working out how she got her, and move onto where here was – and if there was a warm place she could take advantage of.

Taking a moment to make sure her make up was still ok, and checking her phone was still with her (her secondary phone, she thought bitterly, but better than nothing) she glanced around, noting anything could tell her where she was.

A parked car, left hand drive. And another. License plates not English – not the UK then. All the street signs in English. Two fast food places – McDonalds, which could be anywhere, and...Chick-fil-A? What a ridiculous name...a 7-11. Almost definitely America then. And a newspaper, crumpled but still legible, a few feet from her. Which, having moved closer, told her she was in Lawrence, Kansas.

Where she knew no one. No one at all. She leant against the wall again, not caring now that it wasn't a London wall. At least here, she had some chance of staying safe. Now though.

She needed a plan.

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thunderhippie
2012-01-11 04:30 am UTC (link)

It didn’t take Thor long at all to realize she was another new arrival. Unlike most, Thor didn’t really give much thought to when the seal might cease depositing people into this world. It wasn’t some laconic attitude of letting things happen in their own time, but the firm belief that there was a purpose for every single one of the people pulled into this world, and that the seal would continue pulling people here, and sending them back, as needed. That didn’t mean he was entirely thrilled with the multi-dimensional yo-yo, considering it would permanently separate him from Needy if either of them were returned to their own worlds, but faith wasn’t something you had part time.

The hard part, of course, was explaining all of this to someone new to this world. In Thor’s experience, it seemed that there were more worlds where things like multi-dimensional portals and apocalypses weren’t commonplace than where they were, and those without these things usually didn’t readily believe it when they were explained. Thor knew some people tended toward annoyance with that reaction, but he was more than used to it. On his own world, his identity had been doubted up to the point he summoned an army of Asgardian warriors across the rainbow bridge into Washington DC to combat the monstrous army summoned by his brother. That wasn’t an option here, but it generally wasn’t difficult to arrange a demonstration of superhuman abilities to those that doubted the situation they were in. Especially for Thor, who could teleport to Alaska or other far off parts on a whim.

There was also the moon, but that was generally a little too much too quick.

Thor flashed the new woman an easy grin and waved aside the compliment. If he caught the flirtatious turn, he didn’t let on. “Not a knight, no. Just someone who hasn’t forgotten what a little common decency is.” Thor had his own opinions about the state of mortal society, but for the moment he felt it was appropriate to spare the rant. “As for the other thing,” he continued, growing a little more serious, “that I do know something about.” He let out a little chuff of air, less a sigh and more just a thoughtful noise, and placed one hand on his hip, his coat falling back away from his arm and revealing the enormous double-headed hammer/axe that was Mjolnir in all its glory. The weapon’s handle jutted up almost to his ribs, and the double heads of the weapon rested at knee-level. It looked like a monster to even carry, but he wore it as if it was nothing. He also didn’t seem concerned at all that he was wearing a weapon in the open with only a minor nod toward subtlety. In truth he never went anywhere without it save the few obvious exceptions, and the sight of the “hippie with the hammer” had become somewhat commonplace around Lawrence. It didn’t hurt that some people seemed to think he was some sort of eccentric celebrity.

After another second of contemplation on his phrasing, he seemed to come to a decision. “You’re not likely to believe me, but you’re farther from home than you think.” He moved his free hand from his hip and lifted it, gesturing around in a roughly circular motion, his coat falling back into place and once again hiding Mjolnir from view save the handle. “This Earth isn’t the same Earth you were standing on a few seconds ago.” He paused and hurriedly added, “Assuming you were standing on Earth, which isn’t as safe an assumption here as it normally would be.” He knew how strange he had to sound and tried for an apologetic smile. “At this point, you’re either going to call me crazy or tell me this makes perfect sense, but how much do you know about quantum theory?”

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makethembeg
2012-01-11 09:09 pm UTC (link)

As he revealed the hammer Irene's eyes widened and she took a small step back - just enough that if he decided to pull the horrifically effective looking weapon, she'd have enough space to kick him in the delicates and make a run for it. "I...see. So you normally make trips to a corner shop, armed, with vulnerable women in mind. Of course."

Inwardly breathing a sigh of relief when he decided to cover up the hammer, she raised a skeptical eyebrow when he explained she wasn't on "her" earth. Fantastic. Not only was he armed, he was also delusional.

Still though, he was polite and if his delusions involved rescuing pretty women, she should be safe. So for now she'd play along and hopefully he'd bring her somewhere with a phone, or even better, an internet connection.

"I know a little about quantum theory, I had a su....a client who liked to be quizzed on it in" she paused, wondering how much to reveal, but deciding to play it safe (especially considering his comment about common decency) she continued "unusual situations. Are you going to tell me it's not just a theory, and I've somehow ended up in a parallel universe? It would at least explain why I'm not in London anymore, I suppose."

Something was bothering her about the weapon he was carrying. Well, something more than the fact he was carrying it in the first place. She was sure she'd seen something like it before - in a movie, maybe? She dismissed the thought from her head, and focused on him, awaiting a response.

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