( OPEN ) ; would you run or do we disappear here?

[canaria]

WHO: Sara Lance and open
WHERE: Fountain, then various, winding up at the inn.
WHEN: June 20th
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: Mention of death
STATUS: Open

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Fountain:
The cold water is a surprise. But, thankfully, she's a good swimmer, so Sara moves her way to the water's surface and takes a deep breath of air once her head breaks the surface, and she coughs a small bit of water out of her mouth -- her blonde hair is clinging to her face, shoulders, neck, back. while she doesn't have a fear of water, finding herself in a body of water in this kind of circumstance vaguely reminds her of years ago when she was on a ship that sunk.

This also, she's pretty certain, isn't the time travelling she'd just decided to sign up for. Before she found herself in this fountain, she'd been talking with her sister, Laurel, standing right beside her. Why isn't Laurel here too?

But, she hoists herself out of the fountain completely, shakes some of the water off of her arms, and rings out her hair. If anyone happens to be around as she stands there, they'll get a:

"Just tell me that thing doesn't revive the dead." It's a stupid joke about her Lazarus Pit experience.

Elsewhere / inn:
Sara spends the rest of her day exploring what she can of the village she's found herself in. She won't go too far so as not to potentially wear herself out on her first day here, and so she can become more familiar with certain parts before others. Just because she could do it, probably, doesn't mean she should. So she paces herself.

She does, however, eventually decide to go into the inn. There are probably several more people in there, and people equal potential information (about this place, and maybe if someone has seen her sister if she's here too). Also, she should consider food soon. That's ... probably a smart thing to do.

But first, she'll open conversation with the nearest person by asking: "Uh, hi. Do ... you know of someone named Laurel Lance here?"

Comments

INN

[chosenbytheocean]

Moana was sitting on the floor with Itiiti when Sara walked into the main area. She had finished catching fish for the day and was trailing a thin string threw the air for the little piglet to follow. He oinked happily, scrambling after the string frantically but never being able to reach it before Moana pulled it back.

It was something silly but they were both having fun.

Dark eyes looked up when Sara walked into the inn. Moana's hand dropped, giving Itiiti a chance to finally catch the string. He wasn't very interested when he got it and he huffed, sounding disappointed that their game had ended anticlimactically.

Moana was now focused on the newcomer, noting that she hadn't see her here before. She pushed herself off the floor and stepped closer. "No, I haven't." Moana was currently dressed like the island princess that she was though there was a strip of navy blue scrubs tied around her skirts.

"I don't think she is, unless she arrived with you?" Moana was pretty sure she'd know if someone of that name was in the village. It was a very small population and she had a gift for names. "I can keep a look out."

[canaria]

Sara nods. "Yeah, I came here by myself, so I was hoping my sister might already be here -- but sure thanks." If Laurel does pop up here and somehow doesn't find her quickly, at least someone else will know to be keeping an eye out for a face with that name. She extends a hand in introduction. "That said, hi, I'm Sara Lance." A short pause. "I... just got here, a few -- hours? -- ago."

[chosenbytheocean]

Moana nodded her head while her usual light smile played pleasantly across her lips. She might not be able to do everything but she could offer her help. She liked helping people.

"I'm Moana." She took Sara's hand and shook it briefly before releasing it. "I've been here since winter." Since it was now summer Moana assumed that it's been half a year. She wasn't skilled at measuring the seasons in the village. Her village only have two seasons: the rainy season and then not the rainy season.

"Do you need help with anything? I think there is a spar room upstairs." She's not sure but there were more than one bed to a room.

Fountain;

[repressings]

Oh. Someone's in the fountain again.

Credence, who had been walking from his and Graves' house to the inn, stops as he watches a pale hand jut out, and then blond hair, and finally the person--woman?--hoists herself up. It occurs to Credence seconds later that he should actually help, but by the time he puts one foot in front of the other she's already cracking jokes.

Cracking jokes? That's a first. Credence, arms and legs covered despite the heat, knits his brows in obvious confusion.

"Why would it?" He asks, and his voice is cautious and wary as he stands next to the fountain. She's far too calm--it's rather unsettling.

[canaria]

How To Deal With Weird Situations The Sara Lance Way: Crack jokes.

It's not the first time and it surely won't be the last.

"Because the side effects of that are a pain in the ass." And then some, really, but pft. That's a whole other thing. "--And if that one's gonna do something new like make me grow three heads or something later, I'd like to know now."

[repressings]

"Um," Is all Credence can say at first, and he's sure there has to be someone more eloquent, more used to this. Credence is well-climatized to those screaming for help, those panicked--even a few that had gotten violent. This is new.

"Why--" His brows knit together, far too caught off guard to do his usual cowering, or polite introduction to head to the inn.

"Ma'am, I'm not sure why you would grow three heads at all, it's just water. Do you--is that normal, where you're from?"

Inn

[womanofvalue]

It's not that Peggy is fully healed, but she's well enough that she can completely pretend to be. It's why she's gone back to her regular tasks and routines, including dropping by the inn to fetch whatever she can for the day, exchanging the paltry amount of fish she'd nabbed (just the one today, unfortunately). Today, though, it seems her routine has to be adjusted for a new person.

Giving the woman her full attention, it's sympathy that crosses her face as she shakes her head. "Unfortunately, I've not personally met anyone named Laurel," she says, which does tend to mean that there is no one here by that name. Between Peggy's own work and her connections, she likes to think that she's got a good read on the comings and goings. Then again, she hadn't known about this one until this very moment, so perhaps her injury is making her slip. "Do you want to take a look, see if she's about?"

fountain.

[mund]

"Not usually. I don't think anyone tried to find out."

Graves responds dryly. Graves had been passing and had paused to see if the new arrival needed a hand. He had been halfway to doing so when the arrival had proven more than capable of doing it herself.

She's an unfamiliar face, and with that unfamiliarity comes a relief -- it means the rest of his people are back right where they are, fixing the damage caused by Grindelwald, doing whatever it takes to make sure such a breach doesn't happen again. One can hope. He gives her a quick, assessing look, mildly surprised that she's taking it so well; not many people can joke about something like this.

"Is there such a thing in your world?"

INN

[beallmysins]

Jax doesn't know the name. He usually winds up at the Inn for at least one meal a day because he hasn't quite gotten the hang of cooking over the wood-burning stove and he's shit for hunting. Most of what he eats comes in trade; Jax spends a good portion of the day bartering off the luxuries he's gotten off people who have disappeared and trading them for necessities. He's lucky in that soap is free and people aren't really that stingy with food but his contributions to village life are definitely more on the entertainment side of things and less on the subsistence.

Right now, with as hot as the goddamn sun is and the fact that they haven't seen rain in weeks? Morale's become a lot more important than farming. Plants are burning, water is drying up and the cigars that Jax has are a pleasant distraction for a couple minutes before heading back to try and fight the elements to make something grow.

He's got one of the cigars in his mouth now, actually, and he takes another quick puff before pulling it out to address the woman's question. Laurel isn't a name he's heard yet.

"No, haven't heard of her. Figuring it's a her, with a name like that?"