tooprettytodie | Home Plot 6 - 1, 2, 3

Valkyrie had gotten used to the sounds of the jungle during her time on Tabula Rasa. She had already been accustomed to the sounds of the beach from home, but jungle sounds were a lot different from city sounds. For some reason, the absence of them startled her awake more than any other shift in her environment did.

The room she was in was bigger than her hut, she could sense that right off. Even if it was so dark she could still barely see out, the room felt big. She tried to control her breathing and act like she was still asleep, straining to see if there were any sounds that would give away where she was. There was nothing though, other than the generic sounds of a large building.

Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face as she tried to get a gauge on her surroundings. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the dark, she thought someone was playing some sort of trick on her.

She was back in her Uncle Gordon's home (although legally it was her home), back in Ireland. She'd had this dream before, although never quite so realistic as this. Did that pinching thing really work? Valkyrie pinched herself and sure enough it hurt. So, she was not, not asleep? Or something, that really had confirmed nothing.

There was one way to tell if she wasn't on the island though. She was almost afraid to try it, afraid that it wouldn't work and what that would mean. Holding out her hand, Valkyrie clicked her fingers.

And flame leaped to the tips.

"Yes!" Valkyrie shouted, laughing almost hysterically. It worked, her magic worked. She was home.

"I'm home! I'm really home! Skulduggery! Uncle Gordon! Anyone here? I'm home!"

She knew the chances of anyone but her and her uncle's echo, but she didn't care. She didn't care who it was from her world, she just wanted to see someone.

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Here's the thing about the human body: it's not ergonomically designed to sleep in a bath tub for any length of time, that lends itself to all sorts of unpleasant aches and pains which eventually get to a person. Steph wakes up groggy to a pain in her neck and the unfamiliar coolness of porcelain that was definitely not there when she went to bed the night before. It's a bigger bathtub than the cramped one back at home in Gotham, so she can't be home, and the decor doesn't match the Manor.

Only thing to do is investigate, and hope whoever lives here doesn't think she's a home invader come to rob them in a Care Bears t-shirt and pair of panties. Her kingdom for a pair of pants, right about now. Pair of pants and a bit of recon info.

She slid out from the shadows in front of Steph, raising a hand in quiet, naked greeting. Her feet were dirty, her body covered in grass stains and her hair, looked like Steph had been running her hands through it or that Cass had slept outside. Or a combination of both.

"Where are we?" Cass murmured.

She doesn't start when Cass appears out of nowhere, because that's just one of those things she does, but she has to cover her mouth to stifle a giggle. Maybe she shouldn't feel so superior considering she's creeping around a stranger's house in her panties but whatever, she totally does. "Somewhere modern day judging by the tech but otherwise, I dunno. Somewhere temperate and rural. I'm trying to find where they keep their mail here, get a name and an address. Maybe a phone too." Creeping toward a staircase, she grins at Cass and whispers. "Are you sure you're not secretly a werewolf who spent the night roaming and just turned into a human? Because you look a mess."

Cassandra raised her hand to her hair, delicately picking out a small twig before discarding it in the shadows out of sight. Raising an eyebrow at Steph's stifled laughter, Cass followed her girlfriend and let her lips tug into a vaguely bemused smile.

"No full moon," Cass replied, her footsteps quick and light as she moved onto the staircase railing and moved down that silently rather than use the steps. Cass didn't know very many stories but Dick had told her quite a few at home. "Can't be a werewolf."

"Might be good, I dunno if you could pull off a tail." Okay, here's the thing about Cass Cain: anyone else that tried to slide down a bannister naked would end in tears and also a permanent lack of dignity, but she manages to pull it off. It's not fair at all, but it is super impressive.

Steph elects to take the stairs and stops at a small table in what's called a foyer in houses this nice. She shuffles through the mail, because if you've already accidentally broken and entered what's a bit of snooping. "Edgely residence, England." She bites at her lower lip, because she knows that name but can't place it right away. If she were Barbara or Tim or, god knows, Bruce, they would know this, with their super mega genius brains. "Edgely. Shoot, why is that familiar. Ugh, I'm stupid, I can't believe I don't remember."

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She landed silently, feet moving quickly as she examined the foyer carefully. Moving to an arched doorway, Cass turned her head peeking around the corner as she checked the exits and entrances whilst Steph checked what Cass assumed was mail.

"Edgley?" Her nose wrinkled at the name but she shook her head. Cass couldn't read but she wasn't stupid both Barbara and her father had taught her faces and names to remember. "Not villain. There are people here."

"Grrr, this is going to bother me until I remember at an inconvenient time." She makes a face and then shakes her head. "Let's find a phone, see if we can't ring up Gotham City." She's got the numbers memorized, like they're little lost kids who need to call home to mommy and daddy. Good thing Babs never lets the phone go to voicemail.

"I think we're in someone's house," she whispers as they start creeping toward the kitchen. But, hey, at least she's got underwear on. "If you see a coat or something, put it on so at least they think we're clothed burglars."

Her hand reaches for Steph's wrist, her fingertips curling around her pulse in casual support before she nodded quiet to the plan. Cass knew numbers they were easier to remember, they had no meaning or complications. She knew Barbara's number, she knew it off by heart.

"Why?" Cass asked, raising an eyebrow. "I need a mask more than clothes."

Steph raises an eyebrow right back at her. "Why, because some family in England might possibly recognize your face? They'd be distracted by your butt, anyway."

She's heading toward what she thinks is the kitchen when suddenly, boom, the Stephanie Edgley information pops back into her head. "Valkyrie!" She's possibly a little too loud in her triumph and covers her mouth, speaking in a whisper. "Edgley was Valkyrie's last name before she picked her magical one, which is a thing you do I guess. It can't be a coincidence."

"Because Barbara worked hard to keep my image from the police. And I do not want to break into the FBI offices... again." Cassandra murmured, eyes rolling slightly to one side as she listened to Steph's comment about her butt.

Cass moved ahead of Steph only pausing to turn behind her at the loud exclamation. Her eyes narrowed, waiting for Steph to cover her mouth and lower her tone.

"Hn, until we know for sure... we have to be safe."

"Okay, well- if I see a ski mask I'll grab it for you." It's probably not going to happen- most people don't just keep masks around the house- but Steph means it. She knows how dangerous it is to have your secret identity exposed.

Nodding, she follows close on Cass's heels. "We will be. She's around here somewhere, I bet, just got to find her."

Home Plot 6 - 1, 2, 3 - 2012

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