I: Natalia and the strangely relaxing pool [ Taking the southern door, the blonde woman didn't really know what to expect. Not really. The last two months - hell, the last five months - have been so weird an exhausting that she was just somewhat resigned to the idea that it would be a fight. She didn't have on her armor or anything (hell, didn't even have her rapier) but she did have a little pocket knife she could use as a focus for her abilities. ... Not that she needed to. No, instead, as she walks arounds this place with a certain amount of awe, she hums a little bit, eventually even putting the knife back in her purse. The words are nice even if -
It's weird that it's so monochrome. It's only once she realizes she's in some sort of sort of outfit that she ditches the hat immediately with a little sigh. How did- why did? ]
... I couldn't have a dress? I suppose I wouldn't want one in this style...
[ Anyone want to enjoy her company for the dinner and/or koi fish, see if we can't regain color. ]
III: Storybrooke
A: ... Oh, I don't know this one, I don't think.
[ She says out loud. She's run through a few stories, defying her role in them but running right back into it with abandon the minute the chance presented itself. It was pretty fun! But now she's... in some sort of spider attire? Or maybe you are, and either way, you're standing before some elaborately designed blu-ish god like figure. ]
B: [ But when she makes it to the house here- writing your own stories... huh. Natalia frowns a little at it, but ends up testing out writing something which had been in the back of her mind for a while now, she writes Dozzu's name. And then, surprisingly, the words form into a strange squirrel-dog. Surprised, she gasps and takes a half-step back. Wha...t? ]
Bonus [ Feel free to wildcard me some other prompts if you like? But once they're back in the city, Natalia has a family Thanksgiving that she's barely prepared for at all. She groans to herself, running a hand down her face before setting off at a breakneck pace to try to collect ingredients to make vegetarian stuffing and maybe some sort of cider mix. Or was she invited to more than one? Should she confirm with some friends...
Not her favorite holiday, but one which did bring her happiness as a child, she does try to belatedly get into the spirit of things. ]
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[ Taking the southern door, the blonde woman didn't really know what to expect. Not really. The last two months - hell, the last five months - have been so weird an exhausting that she was just somewhat resigned to the idea that it would be a fight. She didn't have on her armor or anything (hell, didn't even have her rapier) but she did have a little pocket knife she could use as a focus for her abilities. ... Not that she needed to. No, instead, as she walks arounds this place with a certain amount of awe, she hums a little bit, eventually even putting the knife back in her purse. The words are nice even if -
It's weird that it's so monochrome. It's only once she realizes she's in some sort of sort of outfit that she ditches the hat immediately with a little sigh. How did- why did? ]
... I couldn't have a dress? I suppose I wouldn't want one in this style...
[ Anyone want to enjoy her company for the dinner and/or koi fish, see if we can't regain color. ]
III: Storybrooke
A: ... Oh, I don't know this one, I don't think.
[ She says out loud. She's run through a few stories, defying her role in them but running right back into it with abandon the minute the chance presented itself. It was pretty fun! But now she's... in some sort of spider attire? Or maybe you are, and either way, you're standing before some elaborately designed blu-ish god like figure. ]
B: [ But when she makes it to the house here- writing your own stories... huh. Natalia frowns a little at it, but ends up testing out writing something which had been in the back of her mind for a while now, she writes Dozzu's name. And then, surprisingly, the words form into a strange squirrel-dog. Surprised, she gasps and takes a half-step back. Wha...t? ]
Bonus
[ Feel free to wildcard me some other prompts if you like? But once they're back in the city, Natalia has a family Thanksgiving that she's barely prepared for at all. She groans to herself, running a hand down her face before setting off at a breakneck pace to try to collect ingredients to make vegetarian stuffing and maybe some sort of cider mix. Or was she invited to more than one? Should she confirm with some friends...
Not her favorite holiday, but one which did bring her happiness as a child, she does try to belatedly get into the spirit of things. ]