AN: Please don't expect updates to always come this fast. Still building up to the actual plot but reviews and suggestions welcome.
This wasn't the first time she'd found herself suddenly transported to a new location. Far from it. In fact, it happened so often it wasn't really all that surprising anymore.
That didn't mean she was prepared at all times. Well, actually, she was. More or less.
Anyway, that wasn't the point. No, the issue was the shear suddenness of the whole thing. She didn't know how or why it happened and she never knew the destination before she got there. It always just sorta happened. To say the least, it was starting to get on her nerves.
The first time she had been frightened, desperate to find a way home. The second and third times, hopeful she was finally on the right track. The third and fourth, she may or may not have despaired.
Then there was that time she suddenly found herself in a gorilla suit in the middle of a cornfield. Followed closely by the time she suddenly found herself skinny dipping in the ocean (luckily there had been a raft nearby). Once, she'd even had the pleasure of meeting a green furbie looking thing that had the strangest fascination with her broom…
By the time she had stopped counting, she was just happy not being chased, worshipped, attacked, prodded, interrogated, stranded, overly cold, overly hot – and so forth upon relocation.
The thing was, everything looked okay. There had to be a catch. When was the last time people had looked like people? The last time she'd heard English? Not ye olde English, but something resembling proper English? Merlin's hat, she was in an actual city!
On top of it all, things were actually going pretty well so far, considering she'd fallen out of bed less than thirty minutes ago. She still had her clothes. She hadn't been attacked, trampled, arrested, fired at (by spells, arrows, shotguns, etc), and she was in possession of all her limbs (this had only been an issue once but still). Her bag was in one piece, nothing besides her phone was missing, and it wasn't raining (at least not yet).
For someone who hadn't even had her morning coffee and didn't know where she was? Not too shabby.
She sighed and frowned into her cup. Her brain still wasn't completely up and running but experience subconsciously reminded her body that panicking wasn't the answer.
How was she supposed to deal with suddenly needing to re-orient herself, establishing a new identity – with mustering the urge to care in general – when she couldn't even process what time of day it was? Why was it taking so long for her to get herself up and running?
More importantly, did this place coffee? Tea just didn't do it these days…
