[Action: Ionea is standing in the clearing she woke up in, having put back on her old clothes and pointing her rifle wildly into the bushes and yelling.]

Is this someone's idea of a joke? Talking cats?

Whatever your intentions, "Queen of Hearts", you'll find me no easy prey. I have a gun, and I'm in a bad enough mood that I don't think I'd hesitate to shoot someone.

[Yuka does not start with a Vine call. No, that doesn't seem very important right now.

The first indication anyone will see of the newest guest of the gardens is Yuka herself, still in her provided clothing, following her thread. This is important, she can feel it. There's something very important on the other end of this thread.

Of course, she is absolutely right. Finishing her journey, Yuka kneels down in front of the oversized rose to which she is linked, smiling faintly.]

My, my. What a unique blossom.

I can tell that you've been neglected. Are you the reason that I'm here?


[[Threads can be while she's following the string or while she's talking to her flower.]]

[Anna withdraws her hand from the mirror before her, then folds her arms and nods. She takes a paper plate with fishbones on it and heads for her flower.]

I got the ANIMa working. My hypothesis was correct - any psionic brain will work as the catalyst, and the monsters here with telepathic blasts weren't exactly a match for a bitch with a pistol.

Without an Anchor, I can't actually enter the machine safely, but it is picking up and intensifying my psychic resonance when I wear my Cap, and it is picking up my connections to all of my female allies back home. I'm not happy that it's just them - motherly love makes an AMAZING weapon in this - but it's enough.

[She pauses to snap some bones off of her fish and push them into the soil near her flower and the Vine]

So I'm going to need a psychic Anchor at some point to put this thing through it's paces properly. Actual psychic ability isn't actually needed, just a gift for dream interpretation and practical psychology. And a close friendship and trust, of course - my relationship to my Anchor will form the chassis of this thing.

By the way, the flowers and the Vine seem to like using fish bones and scraps for fertilizer. Just thought I'd mention it.

[ There's a visibly tired woman sitting on the grass, hand over her cheek, fingertips rubbing her eye. She sighs and shakes her head, dropping her chin slightly to her chest, like she's giving up, before looking up to the vine that stretches along the tree. ]

[ She's talking a bit to herself by now, a overly pronounced British accent marking each word of a somewhat distressed voice: ] Can anyone, other than animal, tell me what in God's name is going? 'Cause, really, animals do not talk and I just spent ten minutes staring at a cat that was apparently trying to tell me something. Without using a voice, thankfully, but I swear, I felt like I was in a Disney movie. Don't get me wrong, I love Disney, but not in real life. I feel like I'm tripping out and I am not, that much I'm sure.

[ There's a long moment of silence before she lets out a frustrated sigh. She slaps a hand over her face and speaks in a muffled whisper. ]

Jesus Christ, I'm going insane. I just-- Jesus. God damn it.

I need a drink.


(( OOC; Replies will possibly be sporadic because she's freaking out and if you gave her a VOICE tag, she will think she's hearing voices... ))

[There's a deep, throaty voice coming through. Can you hear her? She has a wry voice with a dry tone.] Well, Nura, this is another fine situation you've gotten into... Death wasn't enough for you, so now you're here...and talking to yourself. ...I'm as bad as Querl.

[There is a sighing sound, as Nura adjusts her mood.] So then...I am stuck here. For sure. Although, I do believe, not for long. Sorry to disappoint everyone of the beautiful land of... [she seems to be fighting the urge to scoff.] Garden.

But the Legion needs me back home and my husband will blow up the Lab Complex again if I'm not there to make Lyle monitor him. So if you [she seems to be talking to someone near her - probably the cat] could please direct me to the way home, I won't be a bother.

[A long pause, followed by Nura sighing, resigned.] Well, fine. I guess I can stay a little while you aren't giving me much of a choice if only because I can't get my flight ring to communicate with home, or else, I'd be gone.