Defying Orders

[girlwednesday]

WHO: Felicity Smoak
WHERE: The Village
WHEN: Sept 8-9
OPEN TO: Everyone in the village
WARNINGS: There should be none

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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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[girlwednesday]

"Wait." She says it even as she's shaking his hand, noting that he's all kinds of friendly, warm, and acting like it's completely normal that he's a hundred years behind her in the Everything Race. "You're saying you arrived here when you should have been in an explosion?"

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."

[theoldlie]

"Explosion sounds generous for a description of what happened," he says evenly and frankly, a little like he's dissociated from the whole event and now he's thinking about it like it'd happened to someone else and not to him. Some days, that's the only way he can cope with it. He gives her a studious look, eyes narrowed, and then the exhalation of laughter is half-strangled, half-disbelieving.

"Wait, really?" he asks, catching up to himself. "An explosion?"

[girlwednesday]

"Yeah, there was an island and we - my friends - were on it. We'd been kidnapped," she said with a huff of not-actual-laughter. "Just found out the entire thing was rigged with C-4, and I'm still not sure how he did it..." Shaking her head, she comes back to what she was saying and focuses on Steve. "I swear I heard it start to go and the next thing I know?"

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?"

[theoldlie]

"Yeah, that's weird," Steve agrees, trying to dig himself out of the past and all the plans and strategies he's been working on to try and make this thing fit in his head. He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling way too out of his depths and flailing a little for it, shaking his head. "I mean, in my case, I blew everything on purpose for the greater good," he confesses.

"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."