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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela Edmunds, aged seventeen, was heading out to a modeling shoot. She was sort of tired of them now and it took away from her surfing too much. And she did not want to do competitions and she didn’t feel like studying…

Ugh. It wasn’t that things were bad, they were just tiring. And dull. She shifted her carryall to the other shoulder, and began to walk towards her car…

She blinked from a white flash of light (sun must have been in my eyes), and suddenly, she was…somewhere else.

She was on a long stretch of highway, surrounded by desert and brush. “What the…fuck?” She turned around, this way and that, looking for her car, looking for anything moderately familiar.

It was hot, it was afternoon, and she was in the desert with only a liter of water in her bag.

“Oh, shit.”

First Milliways…now this? What the hell? What had she done to deserve…whatever this was?

“What the FUCK, universe?!” she shouted, pissed off beyond reason.

Well. Nothing to do for it but walk. So walk she does, grinding her teeth and refusing to drink her water until it was absolutely necessary. After a short while of walking, she comes to a sign.

“I-40 East,” she reads. She looks behind her. Los Angeles is…a million miles backward. She might have a better chance at finding help if she went forward.

“Shit, fuck, dammit, hell, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mutters under her breath. It’s quite possible she’s never cursed this much in her whole life.

Could be because she’s scared half to death. And she doesn’t have a gun.

Dammit, dammit, dammit!

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[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"What language for a nice young girl like yerself. I kinda like it." There doesn't seem to be anything around that could talk. Just a little Bunny on the side of the road, chewing on some grass.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela whirls to stare.

"What. The hell." She blinks. "Did you just talk?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Course not." The rabbit keeps chewing. "Rabbits don't talk, right?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela just looks utterly confused now. "God, I must be fucked in the head," she mutters, going on to walk down the road.

Now she's sort of freaking out.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny hops along after her. "Nah, just fiskin' with ya, I really can talk."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Talking rabbit. Okay." She still hasn't ruled out shock.

"What happened here?"

Why ask a rabbit? Why not?

Even if she is talking to herself.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"End of the world type dealy." He hops along, stopping from time to time to smell the flowers. "Portals opened up from the multiverse, letting out big bad monsters."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Big bad monsters."

It's a sign of how long she's been dealing with Milliways that she doesn't even blink at the word "multiverse".

"What...what kind of big bad monsters? And where?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Huge ones. Some with tentacles. Some walking plants. All sorts." He shrugs at her. "And, all over kiddo. All over."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Well. Shit."

This is not going to be just a pleasant walk in the park.

"Anyplace safe? LA?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"LA is covered in fairies." Last he heard, anyways. "Kansas is pretty safe, smallville specifically."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Fairies don't seem so bad," she says.

"Kansas...that's a long ways to have to walk." Her sneakers are comfortable, but not that comfortable.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Yup, they're real friendly fairies." Did we mention the Bunny is an asshole? "Best part is if they piss you off, just tell them you don't belive in them and they die."

[lastblackhawk.livejournal.com]

It may or may not reassure her when the silence of the dead land is split by a jet roaring overhead, only to vanish into the distance without apparently noticing her.

But Oracle's scanners are always on, and people -- especially alone, especially near LA -- are always being scanned for. It's only a few minutes later that the plane returns, at a much lower altitude, and helps itself to the long bare stretch of the highway for an expert landing.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

After all the silence, the roar of the jet scares the shit out of her.

"Fuck!"

After a few hours of walking, her language hasn't gotten any better.

But she's even more terrified when the plane comes back and lands a short distance away.

Oh, shit...

[lastblackhawk.livejournal.com]

Zinda's not used to working on her own, but Babs is hanging with her father at the farm and Dinah's cooped up with the bear-girl for the week. So there's a short pause between the jet finally coming to rest after tearing up the gravel for quite some distance, not very far at all from where Angela stands, and the door hissing open to reveal a tall blonde in a very short skirt.

"Well, hey there."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

OK, tall blonde. Short skirt.

Short skirt? How does she fly in that thing?

"Um...um, hi," she says, her voice sort of trembly and scared sounding.

Well, Angela is trembly and scared, so it fits. She's burning in the sun because her sunblock is wearing off, she's nearly out of water, and she's famished.

[lastblackhawk.livejournal.com]

Aw, trembly and scared. Zinda vaults to the ground, ignoring the ladder, and unslings the bag at her hip to bring out a bottle of water.

"You're a new flash? I'm Zinda, pilot. This here's the Aerie One, best bird under the sky. 'Course, we think it might be only one of two're still flying, but it's still the best."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Flash?" Angela repeats. "Oh, I guess yeah. You could say that." She manages a weak smile. "I'm Angela. From L.A. but I landed out here in the desert."

She looks at the plane. "Is...is everyone gone? Except Kansas?"

[lastblackhawk.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Zinda confirms, bluntly. "Yeah, this world's pretty much a goner. Metropolis is thrivin', we got a refugee community set up there and we're getting everyone there we can. There's a few other isolated communities scattered around, but the only one's doin' any good is Smallville -- also in Kansas.

"You look like you could use a lift."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela nods, shakily. "Oh, um, yes. Please." She rubs her eyes. "Sorry to be so stupid sounding," she adds, smiling again shakily.

Honestly, she's still in shock, and having her brains baked out over the last few hours hasn't helped that much.

[lastblackhawk.livejournal.com]

Zinda nods, and wraps an arm around the girl's shoulders comfortingly to lead her towards the plane. "How long've you been out here? Looks like you could really use a hot bath and a nap, honey."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She's still shaking. "Um, about four or five hours, and um. It's been so quiet."

It freaked her out a little. She's used to Los Angeles, the bustle of the city and the rush of the ocean.

"And both of those sound good right now," she said, with a shaky laugh.

And then, a really good cry where no one could hear her, maybe.

[lastblackhawk.livejournal.com]

"And a drink," Zinda says firmly, at that shake in Angela's voice. She helps her up the ladder and gestures expansively at the inside of the plane. It's obviously a working plane, but the outfittings are luxurious -- as Zinda's about to indicate. There's also more space in the passageways than usual for an aeroplane, and everything, but everything, is wheelchair-accessible.

"Spa's in here. I'll grab you a clean towel, and we've got a handful of clothing around somewhere -- we pick up a lot of refs," she explains. "Don't touch Dinah's icecream or Babs' lobster, help yourself to anything else in the fridge. We got a couple hours' flight, so when you feel better, come siddown and I'll tell you all we know 'bout this place, and get your details, find out if we can locate anyone else you might know."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"That'd probably be good too."

She blinks. "Wow." It's a bit more than her fried brain can really comprehend, but she is definitely appreciative. "I've...got some clothing in my bag--I was headed somewhere when I...got here." Plus, Angela's sort of gangly herself, and this way she'll know they'll fit.