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Jean went 'walking' this world, for very little definition of that word.

Today she's sitting in a field of late autumn not too far off from the farmhouse and it's general surroundings.

She's presently plaiting a long thin chain of flowers.

theresnodoor

Rachel is slightly less than pleased. Not that it's easy to tell. Maybe she's that eagle, soaring gracefully above your head. Maybe she's the wolf you caught a glimpse of loping through the trees.

It's a little easier to tell if she's that blonde young woman trudging along the side of the road, though, face blank and thoughtful.

But she could be any of those things, and a number of others, and she could be anywhere as she has no particular destination, and no particular aim other than danger.

She's looking for danger.

(cue the action theme music, so she can roll her eyes at it)

[OOC: Basically, Rachel is a-wanderin' and not much caring where she's going so long as she gets to do something, hopefully fight something. Whatever state you're in, so long as it's in the midwest area probably, she could be there, and in any of the forms you'd like to scene with her in: eagle, wolf, human. Have at plz! <3]

heartofthedream

Jean's sitting out near the Kraken pond, shucking ears of corn that were transported in by someone's recent trip away from the farm. It's a simple task, but she finds those are often the ones the keep her grounded here.

The universe is upside down again, in all the not so normal ways that make it normal. She's wondering where the Scott, who isn't her Scott, has vanished off to, but she doesn't let herself think of that even when she knows it doesn't pass. It has to do with her, she knows that, too, even though she puts it away.

Strip the outer layer, then the corn silk, run her hand across the solid, sweet-smelling kernels, toss the cob into the deep bowl between her feet. Then start again.

heartofthedream

Today hasn't been so good.

Jean woke up with a raging headache

and the feeling like parts of her were stretching precariously too thin.

Which was good enough reason to finish up dinner prep early and settle herself down out in the field, under a tree, with a book.

ninjasinspace.livejournal.com

Her eyes are shut.

She's outside. It's blue, and green, and her fingers trail out to the side of her. Her steps are soft and unbearably slow, like walking in a dream and against all odds do not make a single sound. Once in a while, she changes course to avoid collision with an object visible or invisible.

(She sees.)

Do you?

{Please to be reading this post before tagging.}

serinusniger

At a time that's not the time they're all in Metropolis, there is a pair of fishnet tights out in the training field.

They're being worn by Dinah, who is stretching and warming up and waiting to see who's going to turn up for a training session, which is really the only reason you'd ctach her at the farm these days.

highrisktrader.livejournal.com

Outside the Cooper farm, where Spots is wallowing lazily in the water, there is --

a girl kneeling by the edge of the kraken pond, stirring the water morosely and barely making a ripple, wrapped in blue leather and white fur with blue beads in her hair.

It still isn't fair, and nothing will make it fair, and she hasn't seen anyone for so long, she's just been drifting around rattling things and nobody even notices, it's awful and she hates it!

-- nothing, really, although the breeze is a bit nippy.

twiceahero.livejournal.com

Her recent conversation with 'The Innovator' convinced Babs that she had put off setting up a global broadcast system for far too long. She had gone on a caffeine binge shortly after and now, after a few days with almost no sleep, she's finished.

With a final few keystrokes her salvaged network of satellites and radio stations begin broadcasting her digitally masked voice: "This is Oracle broadcasting on and monitoring all available frequencies. If you are receiving this message, please respond."

The system loops the message and constantly monitors for responses. There may be pockets of survivors out there, and if so then she definitely wants to know about them.

heartofthedream

Jean let Tumnus off at the far edge of the encampment. The nervous, stuttering, fawn was not as ready to storm a compound of unknown people with a peerless smile. (She didn't hold it against him. It was a attitude she much respected in sane people.) She didn't know more than he'd told her, but she was ready enough to find out whatever else she could. Whether the situation turned for better or for ill there would be educational purposes.

Which was why she came out of horizon, just walking toward the Cooper Farm. She looked calm and relaxed and to be contemplating the overgrown grass and trees just as much as the coming buildings. Her gaze swept over the layout generally, while other parts of her mind studied it very specifically.

"Hello, the Farm. Is anyone about?"

heartofthedream

Her eyes were closed and she was prepared for the peace that would follow.

Unexpected there was a gentle breeze, which riffled through her hair until it tickled her cheeks. Brushing it from her face, she opened her eyes; bright brilliant--troubled--emerald. The White Hot Room, unless it had changed greatly in the few days she'd been awakened, did not look like the wide expanse of thick, flush trees before her.

Also, important--

It was not in Northern Texas.

Where she was now.

Jean closed her eyes again (willing herself to place where all her pieces would come together) but the trees were still there when she opened her eyes.

She reached up to pull her hair over one shoulder, as the wind continued to blow, and said wryly.

"Texas it is then."

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