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entrancelogs2014-01-01 05:59 pm
kickassqueen) wrote in entrancelogs2014-01-01 05:59 pm
001 :: >press any key to continue (arrival)
Who: Charlie Bradbury and anyone!
Where: Outside the mansion/entry hall.
When: January 1st, celebrating the new year newbie style! (Being confused)
Rating: Prob PG-13
Summary: Charlie's not in Oz anymore, Toto.
The Story:
(OOC: Charlie will chill on the steps a bit before going inside, feel free to catch her anywhere!)
Where: Outside the mansion/entry hall.
When: January 1st, celebrating the new year newbie style! (Being confused)
Rating: Prob PG-13
Summary: Charlie's not in Oz anymore, Toto.
The Story:
One moment she's saying good bye, starting on her journey down the yellow brick road, and the next she's waking up beside a horse stable, propped against the side.
The high pitched whinny is what wakes her. Charlie comes to with a start, gasping and immediately regretting it as her nose is assaulted with pure horse. It's definitely not an odor she was expecting, which is why she chokes for a moment and starts coughing violently.
Once her initial shock dies down (and she's able to breathe again), Charlie pushes herself to stand, confusion starting to settle as she glances around. Anyone can see that this place? Definitely not Oz.
With more questions brewing in her brainspace, Charlie walks around to the front of the stables, checking out the horses she's had the pleasure of smelling today.
"You know, you guys look way awesome in movies and paintings," Charlie says this companionably as she crosses her arms, just having a friendly chat with the horses. "But in real life? Super smelly. Not majestic at all."
The horse closest to her snorts, pawing the ground. She gives it a suspicious look and decides maybe this isn't the time to make friendly with the animals.
"Gonna take that as my cue to get going. Later, my equine bros." Giving them a Vulcan salute, she turns around to take in the landscape and to figure out what's next on the agenda.
It's easy to pretend to be calm when it just seems so surreal. Like being in a lucid dream. That's what this has to be, right? As she starts a path down to the mansion, she doesn't feel so confident in that theory.
Oz is real, she was going to it. Who's to say she wasn't transported into some other kind of fairy tale world? And by the looks of this place, that's what it has to be.
Maybe there's be some dancing munchkins inside that can point her in the direction of the Emerald City.
As she walks, Charlie's looking over her shoulder every few seconds, wondering where her new traveling companion is. Traveling with Dorothy, the Dorothy, is like a super rad dream come true. Now here she is, alone in a strange place with no backup to speak of. Awesome.
It's like every fantasy novel she's ever read, or at least every RPG she's spent hours of her life chasing after every side quest she could find. Normally, that would make her feel a little better except for one simple fact: every hero, when beginning their quest, usually ends up running into some super hard tutorial fight. Maybe even an unwinnable one.
Charlie's wishing for a sword right now, and when she puts a hand in her jacket pocket, desperate for anything, her fingers brush against something unfamiliar.
"Huh?" Pulling out the object, at first glance it seems like a regular smart phone. Not hers, though. By now she's reached the steps in front of the mansion, and she comes to a stop, sitting down on one of the steps and turning the phone over in her hand.
She's in a hurry, sure, but she can take a fiver to figure out what this thing is, and more importantly, what it does.
(OOC: Charlie will chill on the steps a bit before going inside, feel free to catch her anywhere!)
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Also glasses. That helps with the identifying.
"No frakin' way." She holds up her hands, shaking her head. "You can't be James Potter, nooooo way."
Even if it rings true, even if everything she's experienced since he approached her as a stag, screams that it is indeed James Potter. Dropping her hands, she peers at him.
"....are you?"
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"I can and I am!" he exclaims. "Yes, James Potter, at your service!"
And he bows in very silly, exaggerated way, almost ridiculously low, before popping right back up with a smile and a laugh.
"Nice to meet you! Err, wait now, don't tell me-" and he holds his hand up, signalling for her to wait a moment while he guesses who she is.
"Red hair...well, definitely not Lily; I'd know her anywhere. Maybe a Weasley? No, no, that's not right either. Muggle girl, probably American..."
He hmms loudly, studying her for a moment. This is the point where he should be giving up and admitting he doesn't know any American girls, but...that doesn't seem to be happening. Instead he seems a bit mischevious, though he tries to put his "guess" as innocently as possible.
"Begins with a C, doesn't it? Ch..."
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For a full minute, she just stares at him, mouth slightly agape, because as much fun as playing pretend and picturing what it would be like to meet fictional characters would be like, she's really just not prepared to meet James Potter.
Play it cool, Charlie.
His exaggerated bow does make her laugh a little, which eases some of her nerves. When he does his own little guessing game she grins, shaking her head.
"Oh, so close! Charlie." Would it be weird to ask him to sign her copy of- oh wait. She doesn't have any of her books with her. Dammit. "Charlie Bradbury."
He doesn't seem surprised that she knows who he is, so it seems like maybe he's run across this before.
"You get recognized often, Mr. Potter?" She can't keep the smile in check, because seriously. She got to say Mr. Potter at James Potter.
Maybe one day she won't be such a fangirl (that is a lie).
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He's really not surprised she knows him, for all sorts of reasons. It's come up countless times before with all sorts of different people, but he's also met her a couple of times now. He makes the comment quickly and casually and moves swiftly on from there.
"Oh, more often than you'd think, yet somehow less often than I would have imagined."
He shrugs. That's what happens when you wind up with barely thirty pages' worth about you over the course of seven novels.
"Just James is fine though," he laughs. "Unless you want me calling you Ms Bradbury."
Because he will, if she keeps that up. He will do it every single time.
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She is way too young to be called that, dude. The fact that he's been recognized before goes a long way in explaining his light heartedness about it now. That has to be super Twilight Zone for him.
"Mucho apologies about the whole leaping and tackling thing." She definitely learned her lesson with that one. "Is this how you say howdy to all the newbies?"
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He's kidding, of course. Even the cutest redhead couldn't tear Lily from his heart, but Charlie's always been fun to pick on.
But yes, it would be very Twilight Zone for him if he knew what the Twilight Zone was. It's hit the point where he half-expects people to at least be vaguely familiar with those books, even if they don't immediately know who he is. It would be exhausting to have some kind of existential crisis every time.
"But no, no, it's fine. I...might have deserved that a bit." Maybe. "But hey, at least it was definitely more interesting than some variation of the usual Welcome to Wonderland speech you're going to get a thousand times."
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"Seems like you've spent some time around here." She's gotten a version of that speech a couple of times already, and she's still learning new stuff. "How long?"
Charlie's met people who have arrived more recently, but James acts like someone who's seen some stuff.
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"About two and a half years now," he says, and he rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry - I know that's probably not something you want to hear on your first day here."
It doesn't exactly inspire hope for escape, and that's never good.
"Plenty of people come and go a lot more quickly than that. And if it helps, you've actually been here twice already, and somehow you've never managed to last more than a couple weeks."
He shrugs. "I have no idea why this place can't seem to get a good hold on you, but if it keeps up you'll be out of here in no time."
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She likes to be able to get out, to travel, maybe even skip town when needed. Doesn't look like that's an option here, and it makes her feel a little caged.
"Guess any info is good info." Not that she looks entirely sure about that, but knowing is better than not in any case. "Wait, twice? Uh...."
That's surprising, and has her wracking her brain for any memories. "Why don't I remember?" It's a scary thing, to not have memories of a place she's apparently been to.
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He looks sympathetic though. He really does wish he had better news for her, or good answers about why she can't remember meeting him when he remembers meeting her.
"Well, apparently no one does," he says, shifting his weight casually from one foot to the other. "If this place lets you go and it doesn't bring you back right away, you forget all about it. You go home to exactly whenever you were and it's like the whole thing never happened."
It's frustrating to have to deliver that news though. He wants to remember everything he's learned, possibly more than anyone else in the mansion.
"...not just you-you, by the way," he corrects himself. "It happens to anyone who leaves."
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"Good to know." Not that she sounds pleased by this new development, but that isn't his fault. "And leaving isn't one of those voluntary things, right?"
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"I wish," he says. "I'd have been out of here ages ago if that were the case."
That sounds so defeated though, and James doesn't seem to like that, so he changes his attitude a bit.
"Or, well. No one's figured out how to leave yet. But we will."
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...most of the time.
"So, that's a thing? Everyone trying to figure a way out?" It's one she can get behind, even if it's fruitless. She doesn't even care, since there's no way to know until someone tries, right?
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Most of the people he knows are either actively trying to get out themselves, or at the very least trying to get everyone else out. Even if James doesn't agree with it himself, he supposes he can't fault them for trying to help everyone else.
"So, welcome aboard, Charlie! ...Again. For the third time."
He has a charming smile and he tries to keep everything as light-hearted as he can. Imprisonment is sort of a heavy subject, but there isn't much they can do about it while they try and figure things out. It's generally good to be friendly to the newbies (even when they aren't really newbies).
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She grins, because she's having a slightly silly conversation with James Potter and man she is never going to start fangirling.
She does, however, stick her tongue out at him at that 'for the third time' comment. It's instinctual, okay.
"Thanks, pal." Charlie jokes. "You better stop and say hi my fourth time around, got it?"
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He starts heading past her, towards the mansion - but he gives her a friendly clap on the shoulder as he goes by.
"I'm heading in. Have fun fiddling with your phone thing," he says. "I'll be around if you need anything though - that's sort of the problem, after all."
Everyone is always around, you see. He laughs a bit at his own bad attempt at being funny and goes inside.