((I prefer writing in the third person, hope nobody minds while I indulge myself a little....*hehehehe*))Les sat morosely at her computer, which had just choked on her Tardos Keep board again. She debated for a moment whether she should search the web again for neat new chatrooms, or just go to bed. The swirling vortex that opened suddenly and sucked her straight into her monitor made the decision for her.
"Aaak!" was her first reaction. "AIIIEEE!" was her second, upon seeing what she was wearing. "Hey!" was her conclusion when she looked at her surroundings and realized that something was even more amis than she'd realized.
I've been sucked into another world, she thought. Or maybe I'm dreaming. Or maybe it was the triple expresso...? Why am I dressed like this? 'This' was a delightful shimmery blue dress, complete with 3-foot shimmery blue butterfly wings to match, and a cascade of pearly white hair. The ensemble she'd tried SO hard to duplicate for Philcon (failing miserably), except this time (tug, tug--OW!) the hair was real.
"Er...um....is this the Castle in the Center of the Labyrinth?" Les (or Zak, as she supposed she was now) asked. Definately dreaming- too many late-night RP sessions in the Labyrinth chatroom...must be it...
The several strangers standing in silent befuddlement nearby now murmured among themselves, and the stranger made a motion over his glittering Portal-O-Matic. Ater a series of warping, glittery pyrotechnics, she woke with a start, sitting by her computer again. "That was...interesting....AAK!"
Her second trip to the Realm landed her in even more outlandish garb- a mismatched ensemble of bells and colorful scarves and jingling bangles on her wrist and ankles. Layers of colorful skirts swished about her legs and her long black hair was braided in dozens of little locks, interwoven with beads. She realized, seeing herself in this garb after years of describing it online, that it really was a horribly gaudy ensemble. the jingles alone would drive her mad after five minutes.
"Ummm...." Les said brightly, certain now that this was simply a caffeine-induced hallucination. This is my Aperans version of Zak...ooh, does that mean I get to meet Dirk Blackpool...? She grinned with anticipation.
With a growl of impatience, the stranger worked his magic again, and this time Zak the Lorekeeper popped up. "That's better!" he said. "How many 'Zakiyah' characters do you HAVE, anyway?"
Zak shrugged, taking in the four strangers in their Medieval duds and glancing at her own magnificently embroidered red sari. No doubt about it....I'm gonna stick out like a sore thumb... "Well...about a dozen, I think..."
The stranger- was it DM?- rolled his eyes and zapped her choice of weapon into her hands. Zak groanded, thinking for one wonderful instant that she might have escaped the "Magic Quill" idea which looked SO good on paper but now seemed really stupid HERE...still, better than bagpipes, she thought with a grin, looking at the others. "Hey, I think I recognize some of you....isn't this a crazy dream?" Her jaw dropped as she saw Garrett. "LINK!"
((Les forgot to mention that she's had a crush on Link ever since she played the first Legend of Zelda....))
"Link" looked a little taken aback (fidgeting as if his hose were scratchy).
DM used the moment of distraction to zap a heavy book at Zak, too...'accidentally' conjuring it a foot over her head. "Pay attention, Scribe! You are to be recording this historic moment!"
Clunk!
