one → SO CALLED CHAOS ( accidental video/action )

[theyslither.livejournal.com]

[ The video comes on to show one Fiona Maxwell, tripping over something on the ground. She just barely catches herself before she falls over completely, but she's pretty visibly shaken by it. That and the fact that she doesn't recognize anything around her. Wrapping her arms tightly around her middle, she glances from one side to the next and then turns around, looking for something that might give her a clue as to where she is. ]

Hello? [ Her voice is pretty quiet for someone looking for help. She turns slightly again, profile now showing to the vine. ] Homer? Ellie? Lee?

[ After a few moments, a little louder, she adds, ] This isn't funny, you know!

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video→action! (I'M PROPHETIC *A*)

[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

Hah. ( A very dry, very brief laugh. ) You got it in one, Fi. I've gone troppo.

( She nods at Fi, watching her carefully through the Vine. ) I'll be right there.

( And she's off! Ellie's in much better shape than when she last saw Fi, when all of them were undernourished and still reeking of smoke. Still, the differences haven't dawned on her, the relief at a familiar face and voice giving her tunnel vision. She could always run fast enough, but now she's got the health to back the adrenaline she charges through the Garden like she's got wings. Only once does she pause, just long enough to ask a cat (she'll never get over that being weird) if she'd seen a newcomer.

It feels like she can't run fast enough, blood roaring in her ears, but she finally finds Fi. Stops, stares at her, and calls out before charging right up to her. Being out in the bush so long, being so hyper-aware of attack, tackling her into a hug seems like a very, very bad idea.

Instead, she gives an awkward wave, breathing heavy. ) Hey.

action! (APPARENTLY)

[theyslither.livejournal.com]

[ Fi has her back to Ellie when she first gets there, so she turns quickly on her heel when she hears her call out. She's been inspecting the mirror, trying to figure out how it works and why the vine's involved at all, but it's completely forgotten when she sees her friend.

She's more than thankful that Ellie's here, wherever here happens to be, because she's not so sure that she'd make it without some kind of familiar face. Even with her friend standing right there, Fi feels like she's going to break down. She may be tougher than she had been when they first saw what was going on but that doesn't mean she does well with being kidnapped. ]

What's going on, Ellie? [ Her arms tighten slightly around her body. ] Where are we? And where is everyone else?

action! (MY BAD :C )

[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

( Oh. Hugs. Hugs are nice, as resistent as Ellie can sometimes be. This is Fi, Fi who had somehow turned into a human security blanket, who was just about the only girl friend she'd had left before she got here. Talk about going from one extreme to the other... but that wasn't the point. Ellie hugs her back, tight, and she doesn't consider letting go.

She almost laughs, but it's a sort of sad little sound. ) It's intense, Fi. I reckon you're gonna want to sit down for some of this. ( But, no, she's still getting comfort from the fact that Fi is here, real and solid. ) You're gonna think some of this is totally crazy, but you have to trust me. Okay?

( Deep breath. ) We're a long way from home, and the others aren't here.

( Phase one: initiated. )

action! (it's a good thing i love you. 8| )

[theyslither.livejournal.com]

You might have to let me go for that. [ Not that she's really wanting to let go, either. There's something about the way that Ellie's hugging her; Fi can almost feel the relief in her friend and it makes her already knotted stomach twist even worse. ] ...I'll try.

[ For a moment, she just sort of stands there, letting it sink in. Then she pulls back enough to look at Ellie's face, eyebrows knit together as she searches the other's face. There's no sign of joking there... ] Then where are we? [ It comes out slowly, an edge of fear lining each of her words. ]