[Poison Joke] a glow, and then a shine...

[ooeeooahah]

[ 20 April, Afternoon, the front garden of 1490 Kramden Road ]

[ The front lawn has been making the slow transition from carpet of green to a plot ready to plant. Ilsa has been adding the seedlings from the kitchen window as they are hardy enough.

However, this morning while leaving to go to work, she spotted something she did not plant in the beds. It did not conform to anything she knew, and at her lunch break, she had checked the library references which had no more information on the plant.

So this afternoon, she changed into her halter top and shorts, and started weeding. She has been careful enough to wear gloves, and to put them in a bucket for disposal, but that doesn't stop them from affecting her. She hasn't noticed that her shadow now includes bat-wings, of sufficient span to be useful.... ]

[[ OOC: Ilsa has been affected by the Poison Joke! Feel free to just be in the neighborhood and point out her new attributes. ]]

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[ooeeooahah]

[ She chuckles, and raises an eyebrow at him. ] Yes, they're real - you don't fertilize fake plants when you put them out.

[helpmeguideit]

I mean your wings. [ He points. ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa chuckles, having gotten through the surprise already. ] Yeah, seems like Mayfield isn't through with pranks just yet. I'd advise you leave any strange blue flowers alone, considering wings aren't the only things you get from them.

[helpmeguideit]

I might like wings. I wonder if they work. [ And immediately jumps past the moment of being phased straight into complete fascination. ]

[ooeeooahah]

I haven't tried them yet, not without aerial back-up. But Dad could fly, and they look kind of like his.

[helpmeguideit]

Oh, yes. That's true. I mean, you could start low and try from there.

[ooeeooahah]

I suppose I'd have to figure out landing somehow.

[ She grins, figuring Charles might not be as sheltered from the uncanny as he first appeared. Dusting off her hands, and securing her gardening tools, Ilsa stands. ]

Think you can be a spotter?

[helpmeguideit]

[ Eyes shift to his chair. ]

I don't know that this would be best. Unless you want to end up like me.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She kneels briefly by the chair, lightly touching his hand. ]

Hon, have a little faith in what you can do.

[ Then she stands. ] Besides, I'm not intending to fly as high as tree-top level at first.

[helpmeguideit]

I have plenty of faith in my capabilities. [ Just as well as he understands his limits. Catching, certainly, was among his limits. And without his chair, he did not move quickly. ]

If you don't go too high up, I can spot you, then. [ A smile. ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She hands him her sunglasses. ]

Here - from what I remember about Daddy's VTOs, I might kick up some dust. You might want to put these on.

[helpmeguideit]

[ Positions them neatly on his nose. ]

Alright. I can imagine. [ He's never seen wings like this before, although he has seen wings. But Angel's were small. And didn't ...kick up any dust. ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa grins, and then steps to the driveway. Frowning in concentration, she goes into a half-crouch, with her wings fully extended upward.

Jumping up, she flaps her wings once, twice and then lands a yard from where she took off, starting up two small dust devils at her wingtips.

Panting, she looks up at Charles, grinning. ]

That's not as instinctive as it looks.

[helpmeguideit]

I'm sure it requires plenty of practice. [ A slight chuckle, watches her. ] I knew a girl with wings at home. She had years to get used to her skill, though.

[ Smile ] You did get a bit of air.

[ooeeooahah]

I'm still not going to jump off the roof anytime soon. Be just my luck they'd disappear just as I took off.

[ Ilsa grins. ] On the other hand, it takes muscles I'm not accustomed to having, much less using.

[ Her wings flex out, then back to a resting state. ]

[helpmeguideit]

Ah, that's true. That could get painful. [ The crashing to the ground without wings. He pulls the sunglasses off and hands them back. ] And I believe these are yours, unless you're intending to give it another try.

[ooeeooahah]

Maybe in a few minutes.

[ She will take the glasses back, though. ]

How are things going since you arrived?

[helpmeguideit]

Manageable. I've met someone from home, and some interesting people. It's not quite as normal here as they are attempting to make it seem. [ That was an understatement, and he knew it. ]

[ooeeooahah]

We keep trashing the glamour, that's for sure.

[ She nods towards the front porch. There's a pitcher of iced tea and some glasses there. ]

Come join me for some tea?

[helpmeguideit]

That sounds great. [ He will nod and follow her towards her porch. ]

I'm sure this place would appeal to someone. [ But it was...boringly normal. ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Pouring the tea, she nods. ] It does appeal to some people, like my mate. Of course, from what he's told me of the place he was pulled from, he was under threat of assassination from several fronts, and involved a multinational war between mad scientists. Until the resurrection mechanism was damaged, he considered this a vacation. [ She shrugs, handing Charles a glass of iced tea. ]

[helpmeguideit]

[ He holds the glass in both of his hands, considering it. He should consider this a vacation, really. Based on what had happened before coming here, he certainly earned a vacation. ] From what I hear, though, it isn't much of a vacation.

[ He pauses, considers. ] It's a bit boring for me, though. At least right now.

[ooeeooahah]

True, month of boredom punctuated by 72 hours of terror isn't most people's idea of a vacation.

[ She sips her tea. ] But stories of home like his make my goal not to get everyone home, as much as to get everyone out. If I can, I'm going to offer sanctuary to the ones willing to brave the summers in Atlanta.

[helpmeguideit]

It's not really a very good trade-off. I'll take the consistent business at far less extremes than I've heard goes on around here.

[ He takes a sip at his own tea. ]

Smaller doses are much preferred.

[ooeeooahah]

I'm almost as busy as I was at home, but that's because I found some parallels here, at least in my role as guardian. Not as many patients, but plenty of organizing to do.