there's a light at each end of this tunnel [open]

[ecphrasis]

Who| Molly Hooper & you.
What| Wandering.
Where| The training center, choose a level.
When| Just after her arrival.
Warnings/Notes| I'll roll with anything! She could be outside the center, joined in the elevator, on any random floor, etc.

Molly Hooper has no idea what is happening.

The series of events she has just gone through do not make sense. As she stands just outside the elevator on the tenth floor of apartments in the training center, she recaps them in her mind: she had been at Bart's working on a double homicide; she had presumably blacked out and woken up on a hard metal cot; an explanation that she hadn't fully been able to grasp had been given before she had been whisked up an elevator to this place they said was to live.

And for a few long moments, all she can think is that no, this isn't where she lives. She lives in a flat not far from the hospital, with her cat Toby and a Chinese takeout place right down the street. She lives in London, on the only Earth that has ever existed. No Capitol, no arenas, none of these things they tell her exist really can, because if they did--if they did--

Molly Hooper is frightened, and she cannot make herself feel otherwise.

Suddenly, she turns and slams her palm against the elevator button, willing it to return quickly. Once inside she presses a button, she doesn't know which one, trying to control her breathing. She needs to leave this place, find a way back to London, to her job and her cat and vague newspaper clippings about Sherlock's "suicide." Those are things she wants, needs, things that make sense. Those are things that will tell her that none of this is real and that they don't actually expect her to hurt anyone. Those things still need to exist or else Molly Hooper doesn't know if she can survive this place.

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[khiluz]

Fíli at first only nods, fully aware of how mad his words must sound to her. He himself had a difficult time believing it at first, but the evidence is all but crushing, and he cannot deny that as unrealistic as it may seem, so far it is the only explanation that even begins to make any sense of it.

"Indeed it is so, my lady," he pauses, thinking of the best way for her to believe him. Then, as he notes the way she is dressed, he asks, sure he knows the answer. "Have you ever heard of a place called Middle Earth?"

[ecphrasis]

Molly has seen many, many strange things in her life. To be fair, most of them have to do with the ways people can die, but they still qualify as strange. Her brow furrows as she tries to recall if she's ever heard of that place before. But, for the life of her, she can't. "I haven't," she says apologetically. "Is that the name of your, um, world?"

[ooc; sorry about the delay! just finished up my final exams at uni.]

[khiluz]

"Yes, it is. And it is normal that you do not know of it. In this place none seem to, and the few who had ever even heard of Dwarves it was only because they had met my brother before." Fíli is still new after all, but Kíli has been here for long enough to already make friends - or acquaintances, at least.

((ooc: CONGRATULATIONS! /throws confetti!))

[ecphrasis]

Her brows raise, and she looks at him with new-found curiosity. "Dwarves?" Honestly, she had assumed that he was simply a little person. But if he's from a place called Middle Earth, she supposes it isn't very far-fetched.

[ooc; thank you!! i passed everything and graduated with honors c:]

[khiluz]

"Yes. It is one of the races that exist where I am from," he answers as he looks down at himself briefly, as if it had not been made clear so far. "It is what I am."


((ooc: that is excellent C:))

[ecphrasis]

She nods a bit, interest piqued and fright momentarily forgotten. She's never met a sentient being that wasn't human, after all. "What other races are there?"

[khiluz]

"The race of Men, such as yourself, I take it." He can only guess from what he sees, since all kinds of creatures and races seem to be brought here. "There are also Elves and Hobbits, then as well we have other creatures which I suppose are a race of their own. Goblins, orcs, trolls-- but they are foul creatures, nothing like the others."

[ecphrasis]

He's talking about fairy tales, and she can't really wrap her head around it. But looking at him, she can see that he isn't like any person she's met before. Molly bites her lip briefly before nodding again. "Are there other um, dwarves here? Or elves or--hobbits?"

[khiluz]

"There is one other dwarf, my brother. His name is Kíli." She might just come to meet him soon enough, friendly as he is. "But no hobbits or elves that I have heard of or seen so far."

[ecphrasis]

Molly isn't sure whether she should be glad for him up upset that his brother is here. It's a mixed sort of blessing, she supposes. She offers a smile, small but genuine. Hearing a name had reminded her that she hadn't shared hers. "I'm afraid I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Molly."

[khiluz]

He likes not to be alone, that much he confesses. But to see his brother stranded in this foreign place is something he would not have wished upon him, had he been given the choice. On the other hand, as Kíli had been the one to arrive first, he prefers a thousand times this, than for him to remain alone as he had been before. "And neither have I. My name is Fíli. At your service, Lady Molly."