[Action / Voice] evening + morning

[selfhelp]

[...This doesn't look like Prison #42. At least, not as he recalls it. Billy pushes himself upright in the grass, squinting in the early evening light, and absently lifts a shaking hand to his ears. There's no device there, nothing to prevent him from casting any spells... a fact he proves to himself with a wave of his hand, conjouring up a shirt to go with the unfamiliar white pants he finds himself in. What's all this about, exactly? Some new trick that Stark and Richards came up with to keep their prisoners placated? Or has he - against all odds - been freed and dumped somewhere in the wild?

What've you gotten yourself into now, Kaplan?

Cautiously he lets his magic take him up to the tree line, resting on a high branch to get a better look around. Up ahead, not far in the distance, he can see a village, but it's so small and old-fashioned that he doesn't recognize it at all. Wherever he is, it's pretty remote.

Well, whatever. What does location matter to a witch who can teleport? His priority is finding Cap and the rest of the Young Avengers. Teddy's probably flipping out right about now. Dropping back into a crouch, he sits himself down on the branch, cross-legged, and lifts his hands again, letting the glow return to them, and begins chanting under his breath-]

"IwanttobeinNewYorkIwanttobeinNewYork..."

[Yeah, he's pretty noticeable like that. Especially since he'll be there until he's discovered, pointedly not teleporting to New York. Awkward.]


[In the morning, however, things are a bit different- he's settled (sort of), he's rested (a bit), he's informed (just enough). And he's sorted out how to use the journal. Thus, around mid-afternoon, he sends out a message:]

Okay, this is weird, but... let's give it a try. Hey, uh, whoever's listening out there. I've heard there are people from all over the galaxy, and lots from Earth, especially. That's where I'm from, too. I was wondering, though- are there people living here who'd be considered "super heroes"? Here or on your own world, I mean. I'm actually-

[Actually... he really shouldn't just announce it. What if someone from the Initiative is here and remembers him when they get back to Earth? Even a slim chance isn't worth the risk.]

...I'm actually a huge fan of the superheroes from Earth! You know, heroes like Captain America, Iron Man, Spider-man... I've been a fan since I was a kid. Though I guess it's not unusual for someone from New York. There's a ton of superheroes living in the city these days.

Sorry for rambling so much. To be honest, I'm just nervous... I've never been to another world before.

[....]

Teddy? You here?


[ooc: first dibs to action (chronologically) goes to Buffy, otherwise he is free to be met wherever/whenever. Also if you could have a look at his permissions post I would be much obliged!]

Comments

[herotypical]

[ oh god. was this another one of those people who knew...? ]

It's...a little weird. I can't lie on that front.

[selfhelp]

...Sorry, then. I try to avoid that kind of thing.

[The best he can muster is another sheepish smile. Yeah, he screwed this one up royally. Way to go.]

Blame it on magic? That usually works for me.

[herotypical]

Don't get me wrong. I...know about the thing. That some people have seen -- [ she can't even say the words. ] Heck, I've met people that I've realized can't be real.

But we are. We all are. We have to be.

[selfhelp]

[...Ah. That makes sense- some "real" things were in the Buffy show, too, so it only makes sense that the fictional idea would've come up.

...So... does that mean that in some other reality, he'd be fictional? Because he honestly can't decide whether or not that's awesome.]

Well, I don't think I could've been caught by someone who wasn't real... that sure felt real to me.

[herotypical]

Gee. How grateful I feel for the vote of real-confidence.

Don't worry. You'll get the hang of the weirdness parts soon enough. If you're used to magic? You'll cope just fine.

[selfhelp]

[Give him time, he's still adjusting. Someday he might not even be clumsy with talking about it!]

I guess the magic thing does make this a whole lot less surreal. [He hesitates, then adds-] You won't tell anyone, will you? About what you saw...

[herotypical]

We can make a deal. I'll keep my lips sealed if you promise not to go around sharing my apparently very entertaining life story with others. I've only met two people who've played the fiction card on me -- [ and clearly, she didn't like it ] so I'm hoping it won't...get spread around.

[selfhelp]

[He blinks. That... makes a whole lot of sense, actually. If their roles were reversed, he sure as hell wouldn't want someone he doesn't even know telling his backstory with the world.]

Okay, deal. I won't tell anybody what I know.

[herotypical]

Especially the people here from my home. They don't know at all.

[ and jack...

buffy holds out a hand. ] Shake on it?

[selfhelp]

[He reaches out to take her hand without hesitation, his handshake firm and his expression resolute. Even if he wasn't a nice guy, he'd know better than to screw around with Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Really, though, he does want to uphold his end. He's not a jerk.]

It's a promise.

what do you think -- good place to end?

[herotypical]

...Glad to have you on board. Well -- glad in a sympathetic way.

[ she, too, delivers a firm handshake. a fine beginning. ]