First star ★ action/voice

[senoritaamerica]

[America wakes up outside of town, surrounded by trees. She's extremely confused as to where she is, how she got there, what the hell she's wearing, and how a pair of light blue wings somehow got attached to her back. She notices a journal on the ground next to her, and picks it up. Flipping through the pages, it becomes clear this is no ordinary journal. She decides to try talking at it to see what happens.]

OK, whose journal is this, and where the fuck am I? More importantly, where are my clothes? I was kind of in the middle of kicking this pendejo's ass and I can't do that in some flimsy dress. Plus, it's fucking cold out here.

[Deciding that's good enough for now, she closes the journal and takes to the sky, trying to figure out where exactly she is. She spots a town in the distance and heads that way...]

Comments

Re: [voice]

[foundafamily]

At least find yourself somewhere to stay before you go tryin' to tear the place apart, okay? If you can find an empty room it's free. One of the few perks to bein' here. You might wanna find your clothes and any weapons, too.

Re: [voice]

[senoritaamerica]

I'm my own weapon. But you're saying my clothes will be in town?

[voice]

[foundafamily]

[He assumes she just means that she's trained in hand-to-hand.]

Good skill to have.

Yeah. If you can't find your exact ones, you can at least find something decent. Don't worry about payin'--everything here's free.

[voice]

[senoritaamerica]

Well that's quite an economy. [Reminds her a little of the utopia she grew up in.]

[voice]

[foundafamily]

Uh-huh. No idea why they wanted to set it up that way. Unless it's payment for all the crap we have to put up with.