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[Menzies appears on the Plane near the bathhouse. she has an overnight bag slung over her shoulder, and she looks disgruntled. also, her eyes are glowing faintly with dark blue light, and hidden beneath her hair is a rash on the back of her neck]

[she starts walking forward, slowly, with her hands outstretched in front of her. it's obvious that she can't see where she's going, although she has picked the right direction] If that worked, then the bathhouse should be... [she frowns, hesitating. she thought she'd brought herself to the Plane right in front of it, but apparently not. she mutters:] All right, if this didn't work, there'd better be something nearby. [she continues somewhat haltingly forward, but before she even reaches the building, she abruptly stops and turns her head]

Who's there?

[she's sure she just "saw" a flash of colour, so she's turned in the direction she expects to find a person. considering the situation, she hopes it's a friend]

[ooc: Menzies has inhaled the pollen! she has taken on a couple specific alien attributes, meaning that she can't see at the moment. instead, she sees the essences of people (and other living beings). if you'd like her to be able to see your character's, please indicate in your tag what color their essence is, as well as an idea of their current feelings/intentions. if there's anything you don't want to share, we'll just assume she's seeing on the wrong wavelength to sense that character or information. and let me know if you have any questions!]

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You should give it go. [but maybe not this second, so she quickly adds:] Are we about to the bathhouse?

[It's good she said that, as he did immediately want to try. But he refocuses on her.] Only a little further.

[she nods] I can take it from there.

[curious] How long 'ave you been coming to the Plane, anyway? [after all, she doesn't think she's seen him before]

[Menzies gets the straight answer Oliver didn't.] Probably a month or two!

Not long, then. It gets easier with practice--I've been coming maybe a little over a year now.

Is this the first time something like this has happened to you?

[she snorts] Ah, no. I've been through a couple of these--but it is the first time I've been blinded. [sourly] I wouldn't recommend it.

[There is a deep pain/fear memory--but Christopher immediately trounces on it, bursting out with an exclamation of friendship.] But I'm thankful to it! It gave me the chance to meet a new friend! And as your friend, I won't take 'no' for an answer about those pastries. Tell me all your favourite kinds.

[she just...looks at him. well, in his general direction, anyway. but she definitely prefers his overzealous friendliness to the pain and fear, so she shrugs] Whatever you want to bake. I'll probably be spending most of my time 'ere, so you can find me if you need me.

Excellent. Aren't you English? I'll find English pastries that will awaken fond memories of your childhood. [He is now exuding pure, innocent happiness.]

[Christopher, you are so strange. she smirks a bit, amused, although he's still a rather disturbing person on the whole] Yeah, I'm from Manchester. I take it we're just about there?

[because you didn't forget you were taking her somewhere, did you?]

Oh, we walked in about a minute ago!

[He didn't forget he was taking her somewhere. He forgot to tell her they had arrived.]

What? [she stops, trying to give him a look] Well, thanks for the notice. [but she isn't angry, just sarcastic. she pulls her arm gently from his grip and gives him a nod] I've got it from 'ere. Suppose I'll see you later. [with baked goods, apparently. she gives him a small smile by way of gratitude and good-bye]

It's been a pleasure! [With that sing-song adieu, she can probably hear him hum himself away, even if she couldn't see his retreating aura.]

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