xισи ✺№ ⒤
31 August 2012 @ 05:45 pm
[the Vine has wound its way inside the Clock Tower, and the mirror shows the station interior, mostly empty except for a few things. There are new benches lining some of the walls, and a golden tram car sitting at the platform, silent.]

[there is also a small figure in a blue sweatshirt nearby, checking to make sure the Vine isn't caught on the tracks. She looks up, waving at the mirror.]


That's better. Um, if anyone remembers Reeve, she helped me get the train to work. But it needs tracks now. So I figured, I'd ask about places that are important to get to. Like the library, or people's houses or something...ah, if anyone wants to help make them, that would be great, too...!


[if anyone comes by, they might notice that the tracks outside have been extended a bit, though they're cobbled together from the debris left behind by the battle with the pirates. Have you ever seen cross-ties made out of bones? Now you have.]
 
 
Alice of Rankfort
31 August 2012 @ 10:03 pm
[An oddly-dressed maid lies dazed in a grassy clearing, like she fell off a mountain cliff and only took 20 damage from the fall. After a moment, she groans, and sits up to rub her forehead.]

Ow... Maybe I should have asked Her Grace to share some climbing whiskey after all. I must have fallen off the trail, but... Where is it?

[She pauses her external exposition for a moment to get up and look around - managing to find her equipment and putting on some of it while she can (She's not about to change dresses out in the open, though). It isn't often you see a maid with lacy knuckledusters and a mithril garter fall out of the sky. Or out of her world, or wherever it is she fell from.]

Where'd the trail even go? That cliff looked steep, I oughta be able to see it, right? Jeez, Her Grace is going to worry if I don't get back soon-!

[And thus, because such a decision couldn't possibly be a bad one, Alice determines the best choice of action to take in her situation is to take off in no particular direction and start calling out "YOUR GRACE!" loudly, fists clenched in case she runs into a stray Anti-Paladin goon.]