Miss Mary Bennet (
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milliways_bar2011-08-13 09:06 pm
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[OOM: Once upon a time, Mary Bennet read fairy stories.]
This is wrong. This is wrong, wrong, wrong.
It is so wrong that for a moment, Mary Bennet's mind (which she has always prided herself on keeping in optimal working order) completely locks up as she tries to reconcile the fact that Longbourn's drawing room has disappeared and been replaced by a...
....a tavern?
She turns quickly with every intent of rushing out again. Only to find a blank wall where are door had just been. Slowly, praying ferverently that when she looks again everything will be back to rights, Mary turns again to see...
....still a tavern.
A tavern that is growing dim and wavering oddly before her eyes. What is this? Her legs feel weak, her heart is thudding in her ears, and her arms are tingling and growing numb.
So much so that it's little wonder that the sewing basket crashes to the floor. Followed by the folio of sheet music.
Followed by Mary, who drops over in a dead faint.
This is wrong. This is wrong, wrong, wrong.
It is so wrong that for a moment, Mary Bennet's mind (which she has always prided herself on keeping in optimal working order) completely locks up as she tries to reconcile the fact that Longbourn's drawing room has disappeared and been replaced by a...
....a tavern?
She turns quickly with every intent of rushing out again. Only to find a blank wall where are door had just been. Slowly, praying ferverently that when she looks again everything will be back to rights, Mary turns again to see...
....still a tavern.
A tavern that is growing dim and wavering oddly before her eyes. What is this? Her legs feel weak, her heart is thudding in her ears, and her arms are tingling and growing numb.
So much so that it's little wonder that the sewing basket crashes to the floor. Followed by the folio of sheet music.
Followed by Mary, who drops over in a dead faint.

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That is most definitively not good.
Ako rushes over for the most basic part of first aid.
"Miss, are you okay? Can you hear me? Miss?"
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Did she fall asleep? She ordinarily doesn't fall asleep during the day. There are always too many other things to do.
But....she most certainly never falls asleep on the floor. And her sisters are not in the habit of calling her 'miss'.
Mary's eyes pop open. And she quickly pushes herself up to sitting.
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"Careful. You just had a fall. Do you hurt anywhere?"
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Mary's hand, almost of its own accord gropes across her fallen belongings, and finally closes around Kitty's curling iron.
Which she brandishes at this strange....creature, whilst at the same time backing herself as far away as possible.
"Get back! BACK!"
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"Eeep!"
She's also stumbling backwards out of reach of the curling iron.
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What stands up from that spot is man-shaped, wearing jeans, a black coat, and dusty black boots.
He uses one of those boots to nudge Mary's prone form.
Just to make sure she is still alive.
Obviously.
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And now something is nudging her.
Mary's eyes open and she stares, rather stupidly, at a pair of black boots.
Oh, things still aren't right, are they?
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"Possibly sitting up will be helpful, yes?"
All this lying about on the floor is making him hungry.
For one.
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Though 'sits' is a rather tame description of the action. Mary fairly bolts from lying down to sitting up, scrambling back against the (now doorless) wall.
A failing hand finds a possible weapon almost of its own accord.
Mary levels Kitty's curling iron at the man's nose.
"Stay BACK!"
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Blame the curling iron.
"That, I think, will not be so difficult a thing. So."
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And possibly hear a child's laughter from above.
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A smell floods her nose. Lavender? She's fainted? But salts don't smell like lavender, at least not the ones mother keeps on hand.
Mary's eyes open, and she half expects to be back home.
She's not. And there's laughter nearby.
"What.....?" She swipes at the moisture on her cheek and sits up.
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Dear God, what kind of place has she fallen into?
Mary finds the source of the sound and musters a glare to send in its direction.
"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"
"Send me home at once!"
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"..Miss, stop shrieking at me, I didn't take you and if you spent more than five seconds about it thinking like a sensible person, I'd like to see you find a reason for me to take you."
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"Are you unwell, young lady?" she's then asked, by a warm and kind voice. A caring voice.
The voice belongs to a very tall male. With very long hair. Very. Impossibly bright grey eyes. And leaf-shaped ears.
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Mary stares stupidly at its owner for a brief moment.
Before uttering a short scream and scrambling backward as far as the wall will allow.
"Stay back!"
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A less patient being would likely have filled it with a long-suffering sigh, but Elrond resists the urge to do just that.
Instead, he crouches fully down - taking some off of the height - and holds up his hands, palms toward her.
"Do not fret. I mean you no harm."
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One hand goes groping and finds the handle of Kitty's curling iron.
Which she brings up to point at the man's (creature's?) face.
"Stay away. And...and....send me home. I demand that you send me home. Immediately."
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"I wish I could. But that is not within my power. I am a guest here, as are you. Please - I have a daughter myself. I would not want her to come to a place like this and be met with no one."
His voice stays calm and reasonable. His eyes kind. He doesn't judge her behaviour. Wanting to defend oneself is a natural urge.
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Guppy jumps over a sofa and crouches next to the woman, feeling for a pulse.
"Can you hear me?"
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To find a strange young man with his hand at her throat.
Still somewhat disoriented, Mary's hands go flailing at the unwelcome intrusion, making her look not unlike someone who is being attacked by a wasp.
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"It's okay, I'm a doctor." he says. "Are you all right?"
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Unless the last few moments were all just the product of imagination. Perhaps she was stricken with a fever?
But a quick look at her surroundings tells her that this is not, in fact, the case.
Mary pushes herself up to sitting, and one flailing hand finds her sister's curling iron, which she raises and points like a pistol.
"You...you...send me home at once!"
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"You can just go back through that door. I take it you're new..."
He asks a passing waitrat to get the poor girl a glass of water.
"I'm Guppy, what's your name?"
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