1st Fight
[There were many things wrong this morning for Barton - waking up in a bed, in pajamas, with a roof over her head. Oh yeah, and WAKING UP. Barton doesn't sleep. She hasn't in 30 years. Yesterday's details were fuzzy. She remembers being somewhere in the Adirondacks, building a fire and trying to keep warm. Now suddenly, she was in a room full of things with her name on them (her first name!), clothing in her size (far too feminine!), and items that just didn't seem right (it seems futuristic!). The view out the window is hardly encouraging as well.
This was all wrong. This was dangerous. Time for instincts to kick in.
Anyone waking up in the home today, going about their business, will suddenly have a small form spring behind them from around a corner. A small teenager girl with short brown hair, still in her pajamas, holding a kitchen knife. She manages to look quite threatening when she growls a command.]
You have 30 seconds to tell me what is going on. Get talking.
[Action: Around town.
Looks like it's that time again, Mayfield. And there's an obvious newbie wandering the streets. A small teenager is wandering around the streets, looking confused and tense. Mayfield is 30 years in the future from where she came from, so she takes a lot of time looking at cars, at the clothes, in store fronts. It's all quite a bit different.
She also almost punches a drone girl who approaches and wonders why her friend Janie is wearing pants today instead of those new poodle skirts from the department store.
Feel free to approach the lost little lady, or keep her from causing some aggravated assault!]