Felicity Smoak (
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Defying Orders
WHO: Felicity Smoak
WHERE: The Village
WHEN: Sept 8-9
OPEN TO: Everyone in the village
WARNINGS: There should be none
It had been a couple of weeks since she and Oliver had pulled themselves out of the fountain in the middle of, well. Nowhere. A week had gone by before Oliver had let her leave the woods and moved them into a house on the outskirts of, well, nowhere. The packs they'd been given didn't give much in the ways of clues and Oliver didn't want Felicity showing herself to too many people unless it was necessary and he hadn't yet deemed it necessary.
By the beginning of the third week, Felicity herself deemed it necessary.
A lack of technology was one thing, but short of nagging Oliver into submission (not likely), all she could do was wait until he'd left to scout yet another something in another place and then walk out the front door. She knew he didn't expect her to do it, figured she'd still be taking him at his word that hiding away from everyone who might have answers would be best for them, but she was done with that.
Done hiding. She wanted more answers, more interaction, and figured that at least if someone killed her, at least there'd be an end to the wondering.
So, it was about ten o'clock in the morning on a Saturday when a woman in (mostly) white scrubs makes her way into town and starts looking around. She's not new, but she certainly looks it.
[OOC: Feel free to run into Felicity anywhere your character might be!]
WHERE: The Village
WHEN: Sept 8-9
OPEN TO: Everyone in the village
WARNINGS: There should be none
It had been a couple of weeks since she and Oliver had pulled themselves out of the fountain in the middle of, well. Nowhere. A week had gone by before Oliver had let her leave the woods and moved them into a house on the outskirts of, well, nowhere. The packs they'd been given didn't give much in the ways of clues and Oliver didn't want Felicity showing herself to too many people unless it was necessary and he hadn't yet deemed it necessary.
By the beginning of the third week, Felicity herself deemed it necessary.
A lack of technology was one thing, but short of nagging Oliver into submission (not likely), all she could do was wait until he'd left to scout yet another something in another place and then walk out the front door. She knew he didn't expect her to do it, figured she'd still be taking him at his word that hiding away from everyone who might have answers would be best for them, but she was done with that.
Done hiding. She wanted more answers, more interaction, and figured that at least if someone killed her, at least there'd be an end to the wondering.
So, it was about ten o'clock in the morning on a Saturday when a woman in (mostly) white scrubs makes her way into town and starts looking around. She's not new, but she certainly looks it.
[OOC: Feel free to run into Felicity anywhere your character might be!]
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"So? What year was it?" he asks, trying to give her an encouraging smile because of the disbelief he knows is likely coming next.
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Because she's not quite sure what he's getting at. "Let's say it was 2017." She almost adds, and I was probably at the gates of heaven.
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"I'm Steve Trevor," he introduces himself. "It was 1918 when I got here, and I still don't know how that works, because I shouldn't really be anywhere," he admits.
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It seems impossible, given the way he looks and even the way he's dressed. The years just don't match and, even if they were caught in some kind of odd 'space-time' loop, she can't make her mind wrap around the entirety of what he's said. "You've been here ninety-nine years?" she finally asks, then adds, "What do you mean, you shouldn't be anywhere?"
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"Felicity," he says, warmly. "It's nice to meet you, even if you are a century ahead of me."
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Her hand falls from their handshake as she shakes her head once to focus, speaking her next words absently as her mind wraps around it all. "Me, too."
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"Wait, really?" he asks, catching up to himself. "An explosion?"
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Spreading her arms, she indicates the place they're now standing in. "Only, none of my friends are here. Well, none of the ones on the island, anyway." She frowns at him. "That's weird, right?"
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"Same outcome, though. One hell of a bang," Steve says, staring at Felicity. "I mean, it's a pretty wild coincidence, but I've definitely met people who were here and not because they got blown up before they made it here."