realityshifted | Chloe Saunders 001

Th-this… c-can’t be happening… [Chloe stumbles slightly, eyes wide as she stares up at the stars above her head—the surrounding area of the plane that looks as though it should be something out of a sci-fi movie. First the nightmare—which she was used to, though not to this caliber—then the shop keeper, that Sault woman, finding herself here. Her throat constricted.]

D-Derek?! [If he was anywhere nearby, he’d hear her, right?] Simon? Tori? A-Aunt Lauren?

Oh, no. No, no, no. [Panic seized in her chest. Her stomach twisted into knots. She would not panic. This had to be the St. Cloud Cabal’s doing: Sorcerer magic. She wouldn’t let them get to her.]

Okay, you found me. [She didn’t stutter. Good.] .] I know who you are, so you don’t need to pull this. The bad guys always go for the seemingly helpless girl, right? Where are the others? Where is my Aunt Lauren? Wh-where are Simon and Derek and Tori?

[Then she remembered. Derek. Werewolf. Expendable. She might be expendable.] I-I promise to c-cooperate so long as you don’t harm any of the others! [Did that sound too desperate? She didn’t care. If this was as bad as she assumed it was, she wasn’t taking any chances on the safety of her friends and family.

[She took a step forward. Then another. ‘Welcome to The Machine?’ What was this, more experimentation? She shuddered, lungs seizing in her chest.]

You can’t do this… [The words were whispered, horror in her tone. Then a fist clenched, and she glared at the general landscape. They wouldn’t win. They could never win. Alright, she was captured. Now it looked like she needed to find the others—and get answers. With a stride full of purpose, she stepped forward, anger lashing her tone as she warned whoever was behind this.]

You picked the wrong heroine to mess with, Sorcerer. [Damned if the others weren’t looking for her right now.]

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[Awww, is Cally's general reaction to that. She's already feeling well disposed to this one.]

The Plane, it's sort of... Well, odd. If I'm gonna be honest with you [And scratch her possum for a while, it's even better than scratching her head!] You can totally get home, though, if you're all worried about that!

[Chloe notes the possum with interest, somewhat startled she hadn't seemed to notice it before in her panic. Still, a part of her calms knowing this person was friendly with animals. Well... possums.]

I can get home?! [The words came out in a rush. Chloe's expression was so relieved and thrilled--she almost wanted to hug the girl simply for that piece of knowledge.]

Great. Where is here, though? Is this some kind of supernatural store, then? [It had to be, right? To exist where it never before existed? For this place to look as it does now? This young woman seemed to act like the Plane was natural to her--and nothing looked that natural to Chloe.]

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[Possums are lovely, Cally adores the possums]

Yep! [And is beaming anyway!] You just have to start walkin' and think about home, and then you can pop between both of 'em as quickly as anythin', really.

...Well, it's sorta a place between realities.

[This stumped Chloe, and her elation dwindled slightly. Surly it couldn't be that easy? And what if she got it all wrong, and ended up elsewhere?] I can come back here? [Why would she want to do that? Then she paused, considering.] Would I be able to bring others with me?

Between... [Both Chloe's eyebrows raise at that, and slowly she shakes her head.] What do you mean, realities?

You sorta... Have to. An' you can bring animals, like Charlie here [Squeak!] But I don't think ya can bring humans, no.

Well... I assume I'm not from your world, d'you have a system of caves underneath?

What do you mean I sort of have to? [She didn't like the sound of that.] I...can't bring friends? [That wasn't good. What about werewolves? Maybe worth a shot.]

Your pet? [Motions to Charlie, a small smile on her face.]

No, definitely no system of caves. None that I am aware of anyway. [This was so odd.]

You'll always end up back here in the end, I'm not sure why, exactly, but one day you'll just fall off your horse and... Yeah, end up here. [She shrugs, rather resigned to the fact - it's not all bad, anyhow.] And you can try! But I've never been able to, even when it would've been good.

[But she's grinning now, yay Charlie!] Nah, he just tags along with me. 'S nice to have him, though!

An' see? That means we're from different worlds!

[This was beginning to be too much, and Chloe shook her head. Here she had thought nothing would surprise her any longer.] I'll always end up here... [Yeah. This was definitely something she needed to tell the others about.]

[She offers a tentative smile at that, mind still concerned about other matters to truly be at ease.]

So... everyone here is from a different world?

[Cally attempts to look sympathetic. She knows how creepy that sounds, honestly, and knows that such creepiness often inspires either fear or the desire to hit things] 'Fraid so... But, y'know, it's not all bad.

Pretty much everybody. Some come from the same place.

How do people lead normal lives away from this place? [How would she be able to spend her efforts helping take down the Edison Group if she was always pulled back here? When would she rest?]

Are the chances very high of me seeing someone from my world? [She was both hopeful and fearful of that. Still, she'd even take Tori in this place if it meant she saw a familiar face.]

Stubbornness, mainly. [At least for her, she's very stubborn.] An' you can always leave the moment you come here, if you want, but I wouldn't do that if I were you.

...'S possible, 'M not sure about the chances.

Why wouldn't you? [And now the trepidation stirs.]

Ah. Have you found anyone you know? [Now her hope at that happening dwindles.]

Well, there are nice enough folks here!

...Nah. [She looks a little disappointed at that, but only for a moment. Presenting the bright side of life is good, after all.]

[Chloe gives a small, wry laugh at that. She really needs to be less paranoid.] Okay... [Meeting others here and seeking answers certainly would benefit her, at the very least.]

I'm sorry. [Chloe still feels like she needs to say it, even if there is a smile on Callie's face.]

So....what do you normally do around here?

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