[These aren't her woods. Not the ones that have been her home for half a year now. Not the ones that she trapped them all in.
There's no snow, the roots are tended to, there's the odd piece of litter, and it's not as wild as the wilderness she's lived surrounded by.
Most importantly, her friends aren't here. And if they're not here, then they're somewhere else, somewhere she has to reach, because she's invested far too much time and effort to abandon them now. So she follows the trees into where they get less dense, more controlled, more civilized, and within only a few hours (somewhere between four or six, by her count), she's staring at a town that stretches openly before her.
And she thinks that if they're nearby, she can be the one to save them. So she calls the first name that comes to mind, her voice cracked and her hair still flecked with snow and ash.]
Natalie! Where are you?! Natalie!! [She screams out, like it's a silent prayer, like she's not calling for a friend but a God or a King.]
II. OUIJA BREAK (HAUNTED HOUSE)
[Someone should have told Misty that she was supposed to bring a date or a friend to this stupid thing. It was scary, she supposes, but a lot of the time she was distracted by figuring out how to deconstruct the clues. It's mostly a lot of jumping out and loud noises, and some of them she can't deconstruct. Maybe they're actually magic, like the weird phenomena that's been happening around her.
It's a pretty half-hearted theory. Leaving the house with a grumble, Misty would later find an Ouija Board in her bag. She's at a park bench, and it's laid out on the table. If someone her age approaches, she'll offer a smile. It's an attempt to be friendly, but there's something a bit sharper in her eyes. Suspicion, mostly. She adjusts her glasses, brushes her overgrown shaggy hair out of her face, and the sharpness is gone. It's jarring enough that you might wonder if it's even there.]
Do you want to try it with me? I want to test if it's really magic. [Judging by her tone, she thinks it's a cheap toy.]
III. PARTNERS (MAGIC LESSONS)
[Misty's opinion on magic is much like a status quo democrat's opinion on politics, whatever suits her purposes in the moment. She went along with Lottie's cult and the rituals, and the tree spirits and all of that nonsense, and she can't say for sure how much is real and how much is just a lie gluing them all together. But she can't deny the irregularities necessary for her to be here.
Maybe they're in Hell. Misty probably belongs here, despite the people she's helped and the lives she's saved.
She doesn't have a partner. She doesn't really look for one, she knows that nobody's going to ask her. It's a situation she's been familiar with since she was a very young child.
And then the Spinner pairs her with someone, with a wave of her hand, and Misty feels it, the power of it. Maybe there's something to this after-all, because her heart races at the rush of this small connection. She looks at them with the overenthusiastic smile of someone who's only real experience with intimacy is assigned group projects in a class that made her do all the work.]
Hi. I'm Misty. [She holds out a hand to shake, smiling brightly.]
Misty Quigley | Yellowjackets
[These aren't her woods. Not the ones that have been her home for half a year now. Not the ones that she trapped them all in.
There's no snow, the roots are tended to, there's the odd piece of litter, and it's not as wild as the wilderness she's lived surrounded by.
Most importantly, her friends aren't here. And if they're not here, then they're somewhere else, somewhere she has to reach, because she's invested far too much time and effort to abandon them now. So she follows the trees into where they get less dense, more controlled, more civilized, and within only a few hours (somewhere between four or six, by her count), she's staring at a town that stretches openly before her.
And she thinks that if they're nearby, she can be the one to save them. So she calls the first name that comes to mind, her voice cracked and her hair still flecked with snow and ash.]
Natalie! Where are you?! Natalie!! [She screams out, like it's a silent prayer, like she's not calling for a friend but a God or a King.]
II. OUIJA BREAK (HAUNTED HOUSE)
[Someone should have told Misty that she was supposed to bring a date or a friend to this stupid thing. It was scary, she supposes, but a lot of the time she was distracted by figuring out how to deconstruct the clues. It's mostly a lot of jumping out and loud noises, and some of them she can't deconstruct. Maybe they're actually magic, like the weird phenomena that's been happening around her.
It's a pretty half-hearted theory. Leaving the house with a grumble, Misty would later find an Ouija Board in her bag. She's at a park bench, and it's laid out on the table. If someone her age approaches, she'll offer a smile. It's an attempt to be friendly, but there's something a bit sharper in her eyes. Suspicion, mostly. She adjusts her glasses, brushes her overgrown shaggy hair out of her face, and the sharpness is gone. It's jarring enough that you might wonder if it's even there.]
Do you want to try it with me? I want to test if it's really magic. [Judging by her tone, she thinks it's a cheap toy.]
III. PARTNERS (MAGIC LESSONS)
[Misty's opinion on magic is much like a status quo democrat's opinion on politics, whatever suits her purposes in the moment. She went along with Lottie's cult and the rituals, and the tree spirits and all of that nonsense, and she can't say for sure how much is real and how much is just a lie gluing them all together. But she can't deny the irregularities necessary for her to be here.
Maybe they're in Hell. Misty probably belongs here, despite the people she's helped and the lives she's saved.
She doesn't have a partner. She doesn't really look for one, she knows that nobody's going to ask her. It's a situation she's been familiar with since she was a very young child.
And then the Spinner pairs her with someone, with a wave of her hand, and Misty feels it, the power of it. Maybe there's something to this after-all, because her heart races at the rush of this small connection. She looks at them with the overenthusiastic smile of someone who's only real experience with intimacy is assigned group projects in a class that made her do all the work.]
Hi. I'm Misty. [She holds out a hand to shake, smiling brightly.]