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WHO: Sara Lance
WHERE: South Village Fountain
WHEN: January 2
OPEN TO: All/anyone who wants to greet an annoyed Sara
WARNINGS: None, will update if anything changes

Unfortunately, she was no stranger to finding herself underwater and having to swim for it. At least whatever was going on this time was a little more pleasant. No underwater currents, no storms, no ship wreckage falling through the water. She could have sworn she'd even felt a little bit of a push upward. She had no idea where that came from, but that was a problem for at-the-surface-Sara. Or maybe not one she'd come back to at all.

Sara broke the surface with a gasp. She'd hadn't maxed out her breath, but Sara was more than relieved to feel oxygen fill her lungs even if she'd only been underwater for seconds. Traumatic history, assume the worst, etc. What she never would have assumed or expected to find herself in, a fountain had not been on that list. At least it was just a fountain. She hoped. No more dips in magical waters for her.

As quickly as she could, she swam to the edge, pulled herself out and dropped right to the ground, not even attempting to be graceful as her but hit the ground.

The surroundings were unfamiliar. She had no idea where she was, or how she got here. As far as Sara could remember, she hadn't done anything to mess up on the Waverider and end up time scattered. But it had happened before, and it could happen again.

Black scrubs, a backpack, and some weird smart watch she definitely did not own. A quick tug and examination told her that it was not coming off easily. A tracker, maybe? All of this was puncturing a hole in her time scattering theory and really making her wish she'd stayed in bed with Ava today. "Gideon, what happened?" She expected to hear the ships AI in her ear whenever she called for her, which was usual as long as the connection wasn't damage. A swim in the fountain shouldn't damage it. But Sara already knew she was going to find the earpiece missing when she reached for it. "Son of a" Sara made an annoyed noise in her throat, and then stood up slowly, remaining cautious.

No ship (that she could see), no contact, probably no crew. Not even her usual outfits and weapons. What the hell was happening to her now? "I am not in the mood." she stated out loud, in case the people responsible were listening. If she found them, whoever 'them' was, there was going to be hell to pay. It might have sounded more convincing if she wasn't already shivering from the cold.

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As she follows behind, she makes note of where they're walking to, what's in between the fountain and this Inn, and does her best to get a handle on her current surroundings. It's nothing that makes her hopeful.

"Well, yeah. I'd be more concerned if people didn't have questions." They shoot anyone into the water, even if they can't swim. Whoever was in charge did not give a damn if they lived or died.

"Any speaking of." Sara continued as she looked around the inn. "I've got more than a few myself." The Inn wasn't anything special, but when you were freezing and had no idea where to go or what was going on, it somehow brought her a small sense of relief. "What is this place, why am I here, and who the hell do I have to go through to get out?"

Peggy doesn't have any liquor left, which is unfortunate. She might have to see about finding Sam's stash of tongue-stripping "alcohol" (because it's closer to paint thinner, she believes), but she'll hold off until Sara really demands it.

"It's a village, we're unsure of where, and the best that we can estimate, we may well be clones of our former selves or part of some experimentation. That, we don't truly know," she says. "I've been here over two years and I've been trying to find a way out the whole time. It didn't help that apparently we were in a simulation for a year of it," is her unhappy addition.

Simulations and clones. Her face remained blank through the entire explanation, her mind working to process what she was hearing. Clones, experimentation, and simulations were not new to her. But always escaped experiments and simulations. Sara never thought she'd get any closer to the clone club past dating one. "Clones. But that could also be a lie, to make us give up?" If Sara was on the Waverider, her crew wasn't going to come looking for a clone they didn't know about it.

"What happens when you just...walk. Walk out of town and keep going?" Did they end up back here? Was there someone guarding the outside area of the town?

"It might be. There's a list of versions of us, how many times we seem to have been through this," Peggy admits. She doesn't bring up that there were many of them that had died in those other versions. She's still not sure if it's more comforting thinking that a version of her is out there or to think that she's the only survivor.

"You can absolutely keep walking. You'll hit a border eventually. Water," she provides. "We used to have someone who tried to sail, but she never made it far enough away and our technology is rather primitive," Peggy admits. "You're more than welcome to try. Honestly, I still go out every few months, in the hopes that this time, I'll find something new."

That sounded about right to her. She knew there was a list of Ava's somewhere, and how many times different clone versions had died without even realizing it. "Clone club. Great. Exactly what I never considered happening to me."

It was good to know she could travel, that there didn't seem to be anything tapping them here, other than a lack of any other civilization. "I might just do that eventually." She'd need to gather supplies first, which could take time. "The tech does seem weird, but I guess I'm used to weird." This whole situation was aggravating and inconvenient more than anything else. "Is there anything I should be aware of in this place? Kidnapping people and throwing them all into a town can't exactly spread harmony and fuzzy feelings for everyone you live near."

"Oh, there's a list," Peggy notes, and glances around the inn for where she knows they keep the notes, bringing the book of records back over with her. It's not so heavy that it gives a gratifying sound when it thuds against the table, but it's not small. "Flowers and beasts that have strange effects, threats we've had to face."

Sometimes, Peggy thinks they've been placed in one large maze and they're expected to somehow navigate their way through. At least she's survived this long. "There is an animal that can make you warm and fuzzy," Peggy deadpans. "If that's what you're after."

Sara arched an eyebrow as a book was brought over and dropped down. Sara was already having regrets. There was a reason she had nerds to do research, or Gideon who just knew most things on her team. "...right. I miss my AI." she says with a sigh, looking at the documentation. She should be use to this, she was former League after all. Sara had become spoiled.

"Not unless you mean it makes an excellent warm and fuzzy winter coat." Animals there were basically drugs. Cool. "So what do we do around here for supplies? Is it every person for themselves? Trade? Is there currency in effect?" How did she go about getting useful supplies, and making herself useful?

Peggy's able to make an educated guess what an AI is, but she gives Sara a rueful smile, seeing as she only ever had herself or Mr. Jarvis to sum up what they were dealing with, so for her, this is hardly different than her usual nice.

"Well, I suppose you could try and skin it that way, but it would take a lot of them," she notes, and it would likely cause an outcry. "People try and look after one another. No one expects payment for goods, so long as you're helping, somehow. I wouldn't say we lock anyone up, but it is frowned upon to sit about and do nothing."

"I don't do well with sitting around and doing nothing, so nothing to worry about there." she said with a shrug. "So I guess I'll do my best to not step on anyone's toes and see what I can do to help out."

She didn't know what she would do exactly. Hunting, maybe. Maybe there was a patrol around the community for protection. There had to be something useful in her skill set. "Is this what you do here? Greet new fountain victims and keep them from freezing?"

"Three days of seven," Peggy agrees. "Check the fishing traps, the snares, and work to stay alive." She thinks that if Sara doesn't want to sit still, there will be plenty that she could do, but she doesn't want to start assigning tasks immediately to her.

"If you ever want to push at the boundaries and go exploring, keep me in mind," she does offer. "Perhaps you'll be the one to find the loose screw that gets us out of the cage."

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