Click your Heels Three Times. (Active/Closed.)
Characters: Clare Edwards and Fred Weasley
Time: Right at the return to Real Chicago
Location: Anystreet, then a few shops.
Content: The return to real Chicago, and two teenagers making sure they have what they need.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Teenagers. Clare's read all the Harry Potter books so possible mild angst.
There was a slight spinning sensation in Clare's head as she took in everything about the city. The real city, not a construct or an illusion, an honestly made on Earth by people over centuries living breathing city. She could now say she's visited Chicago without adding a weak half-hearted 'sorta' to it to make it honest. It was so loud compared to the ever-dwindling remnants of the construct made by the trio of Magicians, so different.
Clare listened intently to what was going on around her for a moment, before realizing she was a teenage girl with a fricking sabre strapped to her hip. She quickly beat a retreat to a close alleyway to collect her thoughts. So the loss of the shadows in fake Chicago was the first step in the crumbling of the creation, moving to the very real world with a very real fight on their hands. She could feel the thrum of her sword in the back of her mind, hopefully the power cycling will be gone too.
If her stuff fell into the real Chicago she had no way to look for them as it stood, so she was stuck with the supplies she had on hand. She had her jacket, Kevlar, and mail on. She checked her pockets, she was carrying the bead given to her by the squirrel fae, the grail pendant, her cross, a spare larger cross, the map to the eleventh pillar, chalk, her knife (probably not illegal), her sabre (more likely illegal, and her steel dusters (definitely illegal). She'll figure out how to handle that when it becomes an issue, hopefully the obvious impending apocalypse has the police busy.
Terra wasn't here, and she wasn't exactly where she vanished from, but her Eggplant was working so she had that option. ...No, not time to contact people just yet. If she was here, they were here, no way she'd make it and everyone else didn't. She'll get a lay of the land and then contact the others for a plan. Partially, maybe, she was just enjoying the reality that is being in a world of solids and physical existance. Not an elaborate copy made in the Never-Never of ectoplasm that just functions like reality.
She had a lot to think about anyway. There were 10 pillars to collect in one place. Three of them in the hands of the enemy, one completely uncollected, and one smashed, fixed with duct tape, and put in a pair of ridiculous boxer shorts. If the supplies weren't in Charity's forge or the Hard Rock they would need a new way to get armor, weapons, and all sorts of supplies. More issues to save until Clare knows how long they have to work. Which is all about casually walking down the street doing her best to cover her sword with her coat. Listening to those she passed talk about what was happening.
And enjoying being something like home, a real city with real normal people.
Time: Right at the return to Real Chicago
Location: Anystreet, then a few shops.
Content: The return to real Chicago, and two teenagers making sure they have what they need.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Teenagers. Clare's read all the Harry Potter books so possible mild angst.
There was a slight spinning sensation in Clare's head as she took in everything about the city. The real city, not a construct or an illusion, an honestly made on Earth by people over centuries living breathing city. She could now say she's visited Chicago without adding a weak half-hearted 'sorta' to it to make it honest. It was so loud compared to the ever-dwindling remnants of the construct made by the trio of Magicians, so different.
Clare listened intently to what was going on around her for a moment, before realizing she was a teenage girl with a fricking sabre strapped to her hip. She quickly beat a retreat to a close alleyway to collect her thoughts. So the loss of the shadows in fake Chicago was the first step in the crumbling of the creation, moving to the very real world with a very real fight on their hands. She could feel the thrum of her sword in the back of her mind, hopefully the power cycling will be gone too.
If her stuff fell into the real Chicago she had no way to look for them as it stood, so she was stuck with the supplies she had on hand. She had her jacket, Kevlar, and mail on. She checked her pockets, she was carrying the bead given to her by the squirrel fae, the grail pendant, her cross, a spare larger cross, the map to the eleventh pillar, chalk, her knife (probably not illegal), her sabre (more likely illegal, and her steel dusters (definitely illegal). She'll figure out how to handle that when it becomes an issue, hopefully the obvious impending apocalypse has the police busy.
Terra wasn't here, and she wasn't exactly where she vanished from, but her Eggplant was working so she had that option. ...No, not time to contact people just yet. If she was here, they were here, no way she'd make it and everyone else didn't. She'll get a lay of the land and then contact the others for a plan. Partially, maybe, she was just enjoying the reality that is being in a world of solids and physical existance. Not an elaborate copy made in the Never-Never of ectoplasm that just functions like reality.
She had a lot to think about anyway. There were 10 pillars to collect in one place. Three of them in the hands of the enemy, one completely uncollected, and one smashed, fixed with duct tape, and put in a pair of ridiculous boxer shorts. If the supplies weren't in Charity's forge or the Hard Rock they would need a new way to get armor, weapons, and all sorts of supplies. More issues to save until Clare knows how long they have to work. Which is all about casually walking down the street doing her best to cover her sword with her coat. Listening to those she passed talk about what was happening.
And enjoying being something like home, a real city with real normal people.