Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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ten_fwd2014-05-24 06:03 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote in ten_fwd2014-05-24 06:03 pm
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First Entrance
It's hot this time of year out in Texas. Late summer, when the air turns so thick with moisture you can cut it with a butter knife. Kate's biding her time in Galveston, waiting for the hubbub to die down after her last big heist, but not even the ocean breezes coming off the coast can put a dent in the heat. That may be the greatest shock when she expects to set her boot down on weathered wood and gets the shiny floors of Ten Forward instead, sun gone and replaced with bright, cool light. She lifts her chin to see out from under the brim of her stetson (it used to be white, but dust and clay have turned it tawny), blinking hard at the sight she sees. She sets her hand to her hip, fingers brushing the rosewood grip of her Colt. This ain't the first time she's been pulled away from home — in fact, she's even used to the idea of strange rooms and odd future technology — but this ain't like any place she's been before. And just how did she get here?
She swallows down a yelp, taking stock of the room. People are dressed all strange, and outside the windows all she can see are stars. This ain't right. She's not gonna let herself panic, but this ain't right. Hell, she's done this once before, ended up somewhere she didn't plan on, so she looks around for people she might know.
"Tommy?" she calls, disappointed when she hears desperation in her voice. "Marian? Jim? John?"
She's working down her list of folk she trusts, folk who could take charge of the situation, folk she wouldn't leave home without. She's looking for answers, and a safe harbor.
"Tom?" she calls again, voice softer this time.
[ooc: Kissin' Kate Barlow is a former schoolteacher, about midway through her canon and a few years into being the meanest outlaw Texas has ever seen. At least, that's her reputation. She's as harmless as a pussycat so long as you don't threaten her, and searching for some answers. Kate's been in a game before, so she knows about things like airplanes and space travel, but she's pretty much your typical 19th century woman, and if you're confused about anything at all please contact me! I'm friendly, and happy to thread with anybody!]
She swallows down a yelp, taking stock of the room. People are dressed all strange, and outside the windows all she can see are stars. This ain't right. She's not gonna let herself panic, but this ain't right. Hell, she's done this once before, ended up somewhere she didn't plan on, so she looks around for people she might know.
"Tommy?" she calls, disappointed when she hears desperation in her voice. "Marian? Jim? John?"
She's working down her list of folk she trusts, folk who could take charge of the situation, folk she wouldn't leave home without. She's looking for answers, and a safe harbor.
"Tom?" she calls again, voice softer this time.
[ooc: Kissin' Kate Barlow is a former schoolteacher, about midway through her canon and a few years into being the meanest outlaw Texas has ever seen. At least, that's her reputation. She's as harmless as a pussycat so long as you don't threaten her, and searching for some answers. Kate's been in a game before, so she knows about things like airplanes and space travel, but she's pretty much your typical 19th century woman, and if you're confused about anything at all please contact me! I'm friendly, and happy to thread with anybody!]
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"Good t'know. Guess it helps me figure on what I'll say if an' when they ask me."
She's not as cautious about monikers, but then a woman of her description in her line of work doesn't blend in near as well as a man like Butch does. Could be a little reckless, sure, but Kate's always been that. Leastways insofar as it affects her; she'd never do anything to compromise her dearest friends.
She takes a breath, and nods again.
"Right. Well, then. I guess I better get the lay of the land. I'm glad t'have you two with me."
On whatever strange adventure this is.