backdated to a few days into the kid plot: PL to Magneto

[diamonds_are_forever]

Something was off. There were children all over the place, of course. That alone was disturbing and bothersome. In addition to that, though, there was a small mind flickering in and out of her perception. A telepathic talent of limited potential (or so it seemed), incapable of sustaining itself for long. It felt like a tiny candle compared to the brilliant sun that was a telepath like Xavier or Jean Grey. If she wasn't close to the source she was certain she wouldn't have noticed it.

That made her curious. A manifesting mutant would be a welcome distraction, especially if it was one from home. Part of her almost hoped it was a very young Jean. God knew the poor girl deserved better than Charles to teach her.

She began to reach out to the person, moving in a careful, slow manner. She made contact gently, first blocking out the ambient thoughts around the owner, then whispering in her most maternal voice, "You're safe."

Arrival (OTA)

[redarrowqueen]

( Meanwhile in Starling City )

The bright light that had just been in Starling City dropped a just stabbed and beaten senseless young woman (dressed in clothing circa the 21 century and typical of a young woman from the period) into what reminded her of a lounge, a future form of the club she ran maybe? But that was when her body overruled and before she could ask what had happened she passed out, quickly crashing into a column and hitting her head in the process.

But thankfully whoever finds her would find an ID in the pocket of her leather jacket along with the recently grabbed bow and arrows (abet a bit bloody) that had somehow made the trip. Hopefully someone finds her fast since the stabbing is not helping things at the moment.

[ooc: Thea will wake up once sickbay goes online!]

OTA

[theycallmetodd]

This day found the ship's resident Wraith seated in Ten Forward, a cup of strong tea in front of him mostly untouched as he was poking at his PADD. That wasn't such an unusual sight as this was one of the places he chose to while away his idle hours. Today, though, he'd taken up a new passtime. Or, a new topic of research, really. As he was stuck among mostly humans - most with roots on Earth - and it wasn't looking as if he'd get to leave anytime soon, he might as well start learning more about them. One way to do that was to study their history.

He didn't bother much with the more primitive parts of human history. That didn't seem to differ very much from the various cultures in his own galaxy, and he didn't think he could learn much of importance there. However, after that point in their technological evolution where a Pegasus society would be culled hard enough that it would have to start over, that was where things grew more interesting and worth some studying.

He had reached the end of what was the 20th century by the humans way of counting when he noticed that his tea had gone cold.

Arrival | OTA

[feellikeibelong]

Helena's day had been just like most of the rest once the candidates had arrived at Mannaz Hall: uneventful. Save for those couple days when her body had been inhabited by a lust-addled woman from ancient Rome, but she'd much rather forget about that particular experience. So she was on her way to the library to find some more books to read, and to clean some other section of it that was still covered in dust and cobwebs. At least until a bright light enveloped her and when it faded, she was definitely not in Mannaz Hall any longer.

Helena blinked and looked around in a slight daze, trying to get her mind around what had just happened. It only took a couple moments of taking in her surroundings to realize she must've been transported to another place not in Niflheim. None of these surroundings looked like anything the Nysgods would've made. Which left the question of where was she? It was easy enough to ask, of course, and she was about to find the closest person to ask it of them when something a bit more pressing crossed her mind.

If she wasn't in Niflheim anymore, was Zoey here or was she still in Niflheim?

"Zoey?" She asked as she began to look closer at the people around her, looking for her girlfriend. Her heart started to clench and she didn't know if it was too much to hope that Zoey was here as well. Though Helena well knew she wasn't exactly the luckiest person ever. Still, she was going to look first, not wanting to face a potential broken heart without at least trying to determine if Zoey was here or not. Helena had faced far too much heartbreak in her life. She was hoping that karma would come through for her and actually let Zoey be here. She deserved that much out of life.

If she was going to have to start a new life in a new place, Helena damn well believed she deserved to have her girlfriend there with her. And if Zoey wasn't there, well, Helena wouldn't want to think about that unless she had to. But she knew it wouldn't be pretty.

Arrival! OTA

[impossibilities]

Twentieth century London was the same as it ever was, busy and noisy. Waver was out on one of his research ventures, meaning Grainne wouldn't be expecting him home until late, and Sakura was at the elementary for her after school tutoring. It was the perfect moment to say good bye.

The box rattled as Grainne climbed down the stairs of Waver's apartment, the items inside clinking together with the movement. The sentimental, nostalgic side of her heard it as a last plea, asking not to be tossed aside so easily. There wasn't anything really easy about it; the last time she had done this, it had been one of the hardest days in her unlife. She just smiled weakly as if to console the box, and pushed the door outside open, walking along in the light drizzle of rain to the garbage bins belonging to the apartment building.

Without flourish, she used the corner of the box to flip one of the bin lids open, then paused and looked inside one last time. Her map of Quadratus, the spawner snacks pack, the tablet she had used, and a few other items she had collected in her 'vacation.' A place she would have called home and now another part of her life left behind. She sighed, and thought at least that leaving things behind was getting easier.

Just as she was about to dump the contents in the bin, light flashed in front of her eyes and she found herself wobbling forward without the support where she had braced the box against the bin. Blinking, she caught herself and looked at the bin again, only to see that it just wasn't there.

Neither was the sidewalk, grass, parking lot, and apartment building. In fact, nothing at all in her surroundings was familiar.

Alarmed, Grainne looked around frantically, seeing what looked more or less like a bar in neutral earth tones and lighting. There were people in strange clothes doing otherwise normal looking things, and she blinked. Had she lost a few hours there somehow, or had it been..?

Turning around slowly, holding her breath and hoping it wasn't the one thing she suspected, she surveyed the room until she came face to face with the windows. She froze, her hands clutching the box hard enough to crush the sides in a little. Anyone witnessing her reaction didn't have to be an empath to feel the sheer terror rolling off of her or see it in her face when she saw that view.

Nothingness, above, below, around. Her whole perception narrowed; it was just the room and a big void of nothing. The panic kept mounting until she forced herself to close her eyes, count to ten, and then open them again. This time she saw the stars and pinpoints of light in the distance. It isn't empty. It isn't that Place.

She repeated it several more times silently, and finally, just when the panic started to bubble up again, "It isn't empty." The sound of it was enough to let her get her head again. Space ships didn't exist back home. "Did I walk into a trans-temporal doorway?"