1374. The First Meeting Meme

[loveshernerds]

The First Meeting Meme

Rules:
01. Post your character, fandom and preference.
02. Go to RNG, roll and tag others.  Since this is a first meeting meme, tag characters your character has never met.  If you’re tagging characters you already RP with, then it defeats the purpose of this meme

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rolled a 9 so...

[drosyrenfys]

Dorothy Gale don't exactly know how she got here, but she's standing in the middle of a rather lovely home in the midst of a rather extravagant city. Well, she thinks it's extravagant. There's so much color here, and movement, and life, even inside the house. It's not like anything she's ever seen before.

She steps around the house, touching her finger across a strange counter top to a bright kitchen. A small peek out the window tells her this place is nothing like Kansas. Perhaps she ought to have known that, though. Everything everywhere tells her that someone lives here, so the girl in the gingham dress turns around to head to a different area of the household.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" she calls out, stepping through the kitchen to the sitting room.

[makesitexplode]

Piper frowned slightly when she heard the unfamiliar voice in the house. "Who's there?" She calls walking out to the sitting room and stopping short. "Hello?"

[drosyrenfys]

Dorothy turns full circle, her smile awkward and confused when she sees this woman step into the room. So, this is the owner of the house. She curtsies politely. "Oh, um, hello. I'm sorry. I found myself in here. I'm Dorothy."

[makesitexplode]

"Dorothy?" She questions with a raised brow. As in the children's book Dorothy? "How exactly did you find yourself here, Dorothy?" Maybe someone's magic spell backfired on them.

[drosyrenfys]

Well, that's a good question she doesn't quite know the answer to. "Well," she starts, pausing curiously. "The last thing I remember I was in Kansas. I'm not really sure how I got here. I was with my dog, and then I turned around, and I was in your kitchen. You have a very lovely house."

[makesitexplode]

"What year are you from?" She asks cautiously. Maybe she could help send the girl back if they had a specific time.

[drosyrenfys]

"Year?" She blinks dumbly at that. What sort of help could that be? "It's 1899, ma'am. Next year is the beginning of the twentieth century."

[makesitexplode]

She shakes her head, "Actually... that's not the year you're in NOW. So now I need to find a way to send you back to YOUR year."

[drosyrenfys]

"My year?" That seems to hit a certain nerve. Her shoulders sink, and she frowns, eyes moving from the owner of this house to her feet. "Oh, goodness..."