selfhelp | [Action / Voice] evening + morning

[...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!]

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[Oh - right. He forgot! After a beat he turns, walking over to a tree where he'd leaned his fishing pole down and holds it up.] Was doing a little fishing. It's a good way to sit around and think without looking like a weirdo.

Oh, got it. Sorry to interrupt your thinking session, then.

[Though it doesn't look like he actually caught anything, so there's that.]

[yeah no, the fish don't like me

it's unfair, man]

Don't worry, I don't think of anything that important. [Just death and the meaning of life and rage-fueled viruses and what-have-you.] The fish here must be mind-readers, though, because I think they hear me comin' a mile away.

With how weird this place already is, I wouldn't even be surprised if they were mind readers.

[Come along little Billy.]

There might be one or two of those around here. Depends on the New Feather weather, I'd say. But I've seen plenty of people I never thought I would, regardless; it's been crazy as hell.

[Coming, sir!

]

"New Feather weather"? ...And who've you met?

[He shrugs, smiling.]

There seems to be a pattern to when New Feathers spill in. About every two months? Something like that. They tend to show up real close together then.

And honestly, I've met some pretty out-there people... Ninja turtles? I've heard there are pokemon around, and there's jedi. Y'know. Weird shit.

[Billy's brain kind of grabs ahold of that and chews on it for a while. Ninja Turtles? Pokemon? Jedi? And he's serious!?

....

Oh god, his cup floweth over.]

No way, no way! You've met them!? Actually, honestly met them!?

Nah, haven't got the chance to meet them face to face. So far, I've met a superhero. Mostly, I just watch them on the journals from afar and scratch my head.

[Ooh, that's still a pretty good ping.]

A super hero? Which one?

[One that looks suspiciously like Robert Downey Jr.]

Starts with an Iron, ends with a -man. Haven't actually seen him hero-ing, though. We just drank until either of us could barely walk, once.

[You would think that, from his initial excitement, hearing a recognizable name might stir up a big smile. In Billy's case however, he jerks backwards, eyes widening, and there's genuine fear on his expression.]

You- no way. Iron Man...?

[... interesting.]

So he says.

What, not a big fan of him?

[Oh god. Oh god, backpedal.]

N... no, that's not...

[Swallowing hard, he lifts a hand to wave it off. A weak recovery, perhaps, but the best he can pull off at the moment.]

...It's hard to explain, sorry.

Don't worry, I get it. We all have our personal things to deal with. [A shrug.] But I'd talk to him anyway, if I were you. After all, it's pretty damn hard to hide in a village that size.

...Well, thanks for that. [Honestly, he's grateful for not being pressed about it. It would take forever and a day to explain it even if he actually wanted to, which he doesn't.] I'll... think about it.

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