Rising Sun [text/action]

[mother_of_god]

[Her last memory is heat and rust and darkness. Now there is light and life and comfort- at least, more comfort than she's felt in seven years. (Or less comfort for part of her that has lived a life free of constant pain.) She sits up with difficulty, blinking in the bright. The air is clean, carrying a fresh smell she'd forgotten after half a life in a basement room. The world is green and dazzling and living. Birds twitter, leaves rustle, a breeze rolls past her ears; no beeps or rumbles or electric hums.

[Dread creeps up her insides.

[A cat meows. She peers at it in surprise, then notices the scroll. A few moments' fumbling with bandaged fingers and it's open. She reads, silently, then turns her attention to the Vine, which unfurls its parchment and stylus helpfully, apparently aware that speaking isn't high on her list of strengths. She reaches for the stylus automatically, before realising that her fingers are too restrained to operate it. But there's another way.

[The Vine offers a new text to the residents. Unusually, the words aren't hand written, but singed into the parchment.]

Is this Paradise?

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[mother_of_god]

[There's a dizzying moment when she tries to envision what she looks like and several different people appear. She decides looking at herself is probably a better idea.]

White dress and bandages.

[That's about all she's sure of now. She's not even sure how old she is at the moment.]

[fionna_time]

[Like that would matter to Fionna! Well, a little. In any case, she goes looking in the garden for someone talking on the vines and comes across...a girl her age. With bandages?

"Are you ok man? You look like you had a fight."

[mother_of_god]

[Even expecting someone, she still starts and shies back a bit. The question manages to get past her initial terror, and she hurriedly takes stock of her situation.

[Body: Still extremely painful, still not entirely functional. But better than it was.]

i didn't mean to.

[Her voice is a ghost in an abandoned house.]

[fionna_time]

[This was...something Fionna hadn't experienced in awhile, actually. One of those strange, head heavy ghosty kinda stuff that, if you were her, simply had a tendency of happening in Ooo.]

It's just me, Fionna. We talked on the vines earlier, remember? I was s'posed to find you.

[mother_of_god]

[She nods, eyes still wide and worried.]





where...?

[You'll have to excuse her, Fi, she hasn't had much human contact for a while.]

[fionna_time]

The gardens! That's where you are! That's what you were asking, right?

[Whoa, did she forget already?]

[mother_of_god]

is it... [She thinks, trying to link the concept to words.]

like through the looking glass?

[fionna_time]

[Didn't mom read her a story like that once?]

Yeah, you could say that. But there's kinda a lot more to it in a place like this.

[mother_of_god]

[By this point her bandages are already starting to redden. She frowns at them, then looks around, not really sure what to do about it. Lisa isn't there to help her anymore.]

[fionna_time]

Uh, do you need someone to help you man? You look like you're bleedin' a lot. I could at least take ya to me tree fort where you could recover a little bit.

[mother_of_god]

[She nods.] lisa's... gone.

[It's also much easier for her to trust going to a tree fort than to a doctor. Even if one is probably more likely to be helpful in this situation.]

[fionna_time]

[Ok, Fionna has no idea who Lisa is, likely a friend of hers, but if she was gone, Fionna was going to have to do her best to work this out in her place].

All right dude, let's go find it! It's not too far, and if ya want you can lie down!

[mother_of_god]

[She's not getting to it. She is, instead, blinking at Fionna in confusion. Alessa: not used to moving herself around. Not in her actual body, at least.]

[fionna_time]

[Now Fionna was confused. This was where they were supposed to be walking. Why was there no walking?]

Um, I could carry ya if you want.

[mother_of_god]

[She nods.] my legs...

[Looking closely, Fionna can probably notice that the bulges under her skirt are... kind of unhealthily thin. This is not someone who's been out adventuring recently.]

wheelchair...

[fionna_time]

[Fionna looked awkward here. She didn't just have a wheelchair in her place and making it out of the dirt was going to take a little bit of time].

There's kinda not one around. It's why I could carry you. I can make one for you though, so you can move around later! Would that be ok?"

[mother_of_god]

[She nods. Then, reaches up like a child for Fionna to lift her.]

[fionna_time]

[Fionna picked up up gently, finding that she was surprisingly light.]

Hang on, its not too far away!

[mother_of_god]

[Her hands curl onto Fionna's shoulders, a little shakily. As they go, Alessa's quiet eyes study the landscape. It's so different from anywhere she's seen. So beautiful.]

[fionna_time]

And here is the tree fort! What do you think?

[mother_of_god]

[Holy shit this is the most amazing thi-




[this is the most amazing thing she's seen that doesn't involve horrific gods! Yeah, she's visibly impressed.]

[fionna_time]

Glad you like it! Me and Cake lived here...well, on Ooo anyway, now its me and Marceline. Come on in, let's get you comfortable.

[and please don't mind all the treasure. It's just decoration!]

[mother_of_god]

[Oh, she's minding the treasure a lot.]

do you sell them?

[fionna_time]

What these? No way man, its sentimental stuff me and Cake found! I don't think I could ever do that!

[mother_of_god]

[She withers a little, worrying that she's offended her new saviour.]

Mama sold them... [she murmurs in explanation.]