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[laceandcarnage]

Who: Istas and you!
When: Day 9, midday
Where: On a random city street
What: Istas arrives, and everything is now ridiculously cold.

Istas had just stepped out of the store when it happened, brand new midnight blue petticoat in hand. She'd expected to emerge to blaring horns, towering skyscrapers, and countless busy humans rushing down the sidewalk.

Instead she emerged to a small town, surrounded by snow and land where trees could not grow. The buildings were familiar - in fact, if she wasn't mistaken, they were exactly the same as those in Kugluktuk, which had seemed so large when she was young. But the smells here that were not the scents of Kugluktuk, and the people were not the people of Kugluktuk. The place before her was not as it appeared.

It was also not New York. Istas stood frozen in confusion and bewilderment. How could she be here, in Not-Kugluktuk? She had not arrived here by plane, or run across the frozen tundras. She had only walked through a door.

Istas did not understand. And she did not like it. She spun around, wishing to flee back into the store that she had left, but it was gone. Instead there was just a house, without even any parasols for sale in the window. With an angry growl, she clawed at the door with fingernails that had grown larger and sharper, leaving deep gouges in the wood.

[[ooc: Istas wears Gothic Lolita clothing and this is her current outfit<]]

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[on_thin_ice]

[ Well, that's odd. He didn't recall overdoing it ]

Whoops.

[ He sits on top of a lamp post watching people go. ]

[trickor]

...Now, that's an interesting perch.

[on_thin_ice]

Yeah, it's -- Wait, you can see me?

[trickor]

Have we not [swirls a hand] been through this already? Frost.

[on_thin_ice]

Uhhh. Have we met?

[trickor]

[unnnnexpected]

You...do not know me?

[laceandcarnage]

Istas spun, again. Humans said that when they had done something, and it went wrong. Something had clearly went wrong. And there was a young man, on a lamp post, claiming responsibility.

Istas growled a deep, low rumble. With her eyes fixed on the young man, she started stalking forward like a predator stalking prey. In fact, exactly like that.

"You have done this?"

[on_thin_ice]

[ Well, that's new. For one, she can see him. For another, she seems angry. He squints at hers, twirling his shepherd's crook in his hands ]

I wouldn't take all the credit. At least I don't think this is all just my handiwork.

[ He cocks his head at her ] Why do you care?

[laceandcarnage]

"I care because I do not wish to be here," Istas growled, stalking forward. "I wish to be in New York. You will return me, or I will rip out your intestines and decorate the snow with your blood."

[on_thin_ice]

[ That's a little intense, even for him. He frowns at her, crossing his arms briefly ]

I didn't transport you. I just made it a little colder, that's all.

[heptagram]

Patchouli was not exactly dressed for winter weather. Her usual pajama-like outfit was meant for something more temperate, probably. Still, she didn't seem to bothered by the cold? Not like Istas was, not that she'd caught sight of her yet.

"Well, this is new," she noted -- aloud, but still to herself. So she began to explore a little.

Eventually, of course, she came across Istas clawing at a door in frustration. One thought came to mind almost instantly, so maybe, she thought, it was the right one to express:

"Did you get locked out of your house, or something?" She didn't even notice the huge gouges in the door yet, not paying her usual attention to detail.

[laceandcarnage]

It was not the cold that bothered Istas. She was Waheela, and the cold could never kill her. The sudden and unexplained transportation of her to another place, however, did.

"This is not my house!" Istas growled, pausing in her mauling of the door to stare, unblinking, at the woman who was most inappropriately dressed. Pajamas where not for wearing in public. "This is not my city!"

[heptagram]

Nonsense. She would wear whatever she felt like. Which was basically going to be copies of the same set of pajamas all the time.

"Nope. Definitely not your city. It's not mine, either. I'm starting to wonder how I ended up here, because this place... was not here yesterday.

"Basically, what I've gathered, is that this place we're in right now? It seems to just pull pieces of places in at random and assemble them into a city. I think."

[laceandcarnage]

"A city made of...many cities?" Istas said, her head tilted in confusion. Such a thing should not exist. "But I was in New York. This is not New York. I wish to be in New York!"

Unfortunately, Istas did not exactly react well to sudden surprises.

[heptagram]

"Perhaps if we search around, we will find New York. Or at least part of it..."

Unfortunately for Istas, there was no going back.

[ibideficitorbis]

"That hasn't worked for me either."

Behind the Lolita stands a young woman in a sundress and full-body black tattoos.

[laceandcarnage]

Istas paused, turning to watch the woman intently, much in the same way that an animal carefully watches a creature that it has not yet decided is not a threat.

"You are not from here." It's a statement, and yet there's a hint of a question there. Istas does not like asking others for help (she's not all that keen on socialising period, really), but she is beginning to fear that she may need to.

[ibideficitorbis]

"I'm not. And neither are you." She shifted her weight to one leg, completely unafraid despite the other woman's claws. "But it ain't... too terrible here. Relatively speaking."

[laceandcarnage]

"Not here," Istas agreed. For all that this place resembled her place of origin, it was clearly not the same. "But it does not matter if it is not terrible. I must return."

[ibideficitorbis]

She nods. "I overheard that it's possible to leave. I didn't hear how, though. But I kinda doubt that tearing a door down with your bare hands will do it..."

[craftylikea]

Certainly the first thing he noticed was the claw marks. While he was all too aware that this city held a fascinating array of both supernatural and daylight folk, it was a sort of lack of control that he was always on the lookout for, as the pack's beta.

And she...smelled. Not quite like he was used to smelling, because there was more metal and plastic to her than there would be if she smelled of London. At least, London in his time. But she did smell like city - enough that his nose wrinkled, because it was not...all-together the most pleasant smell. City, and fur, and while that fur smell was also not completely familiar to his nose, it was quite close enough.

"...Is something wrong, Miss?"

It was a polite, quiet question, but his eyes were on her very conspicuous nails. As if he was perfectly aware that something was wrong, as it...obviously was.

[laceandcarnage]

Istas turned. "Yes." Then she turned back and resumed her attack on the door, apparently having decided that that was answer enough for the question.

[teethteethteeth]

"Um, pardon me? I don't think that door's done anything wrong. But you do seem upset. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

There's a young looking woman in a rather cutesy pink outfit. She looks concerned. After all, to help others in need is to make the world one little bit at a time!

[laceandcarnage]

Pink was not typically a colour Istas wore - it wasn't really Gothic Lolita - but a cute outfit was something she appreciated, regardless.

"The door brought me here. I did not want to come here," Istas explained. And apparently, this indeed was crime enough to warrant it's complete destruction. "Can you return me to New York?"

[teethteethteeth]

"I'm afraid destroying that door won't bring you back. But I've good news! You can return if you just leave the city. It'll take you back without any time having passed."