Time Shock

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

So.

Here she is.

She's slightly dazed, and thoroughly confused about what's just happened. She's not sure she isn't dreaming. Or maybe she crashed her bird and didn't even realize it. Either way, it's... unsettling.

It was December 1945 just a minute or two ago. She was flying, and then, after the briefest and strangest of explanations, she's been left at the door of a tavern. The passersby are dressed oddly, the vehicles that pack the roads are decidely not of her time, and the language she's overhearing... Lord, she wouldn't talk to her momma with a mouth like that!

Lady Blackhawk is most decidely out of her element -- and, she thinks, there's a distinct possibility she's out of her mind, too.

Nothing for it but to see if anyone's home.

She cautiously slips inside, taking off her hat as she enters.

Comments

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"You won't guess and I don't think, right now, that you'll believe me." Arisia carefully starts to pull back a bit from the other blonde.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

A wry smile flits across her face. "I don't know, sugar. Another eight shots of this stuff and I'll probably believe anything you say."

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"Then I should probably wait for you to drink one or two more shots before I tell you where I'm from." Arisia grins at her, her hair mostly hiding her ears.