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Location: The Kingston-Gray estate > Strange Academy
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As soon as she crossed the threshold of the door, the world went away. Now, the Kingston-Gray house looked like a house with a garden. LSD den's garden being tended to by Fairy Snowhite and the seven little aliens, but a garden none the less. Here? Victoria expected that the Strange Academy might be worse, by some margin. Wrong! It wasn't a margin, it was orders of magnitude. It was like she walked into a test chamber for fog machines and disco lasers. The further she looked, the less she could see. Okay, forget the walls. Can you see at least to the end of your arm? she thought, reaching in front of herself. She could barely see her fingers. She took a small comfort in the fact that unlike her previous experiences, she was actually seeing the magic, rather than her eyes just glitching.

Not yet panicking, she let her hand fall beside her body and pinged every other sensor she had. Sonar, Radar, Thermal, she even took a sniff of the air just in case. Fortunately, her other senses had better returns than her eyes, and she as able to construct a model of her surroundings, wondering if this was how people like Daredevil operated all of the time. Vicky might have had more senses than a human to begin with, but being deprived of one of them seemed only mildly less crippling, if she could judge. ♫Wha't go-ing on on the floor? I love the colors baby, but I can't see straight anymore!♫ she sang in her head to vent.

Okay. Phase one complete, she would not walk into anything. Now, before she started searching for anything, she needed to know if she could at least get out of this place without the need to sense the Emperor of Mankind's psychic beacon. Reaching for her phone, she was expecting it to be glitched out. To her surprise, it seemed to be working perfectly. Now that she thought of it, so were the phones of everyone at the Kingston-Gray house. Allright... THE HELL. Only me? What the f-! What? Did I grow a soul and that is why I'm glitching or something? This makes no sense! Maybe she should go give Andy a big hug to find out if she's edible now! Anyway, she got GPS info and could, with great shame, send for someone to help extradite her from the magical hellscape if she was unable to do so herself.

With the immediate needs of orienting herself in the universe taken care of, she noticed two things. One was a stray file that seemed to just pop into existence in her memory, and the second was that not everything on her sensors was stationary - the dot matrix of her sensor ping indicated someone else was moving around. She decided to address the file first, as that would only take her a short while compared to a conversation. First inspecting it for malicious content, she found out it was a harmless audio file. A file with a datetime stamp of the day and time she went down in Agatha's tent. She was hoping for a more recent message form the professor, but she played it anyway, curious.

The file was a recording of what sounded like a thud of something heavy falling, followed by Agatha cursing, the sound of metal scraping, and finally Agatha saying "You owe me one, kid."

There was little doubt of what was on the recording. Well, that was extremely embarrassing.And unhelpful. Yeah, I know I owe you for that, that didn't bear mentioning! Ugh... I hate magicians. Which is all the more infuriating, since I seem to be racking up more and more debt with them. How about we just go government scale debt and you actually tell me what I came here to hear, without being cryptic? Noooo! That would make sense!

Feeling like trying to respond to that file in some manner would lead nowhere, she acted on the last option currently open to her, turning towards the person on her sensors, doing her best to look at them: "Good afternoon. Sorry to be a bother, could you tell me where I could find Professor Harkness? I seem to have gotten myself a little lost."

Location: The Kingston-Gray estate > Strange Academy
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"Room's allright. A little bit surprising at first but I can see why it would be what it is. Feel free to drop by, but you might need to bring a chair, its a little on the spartan side." Victoria described her room, opting not to comment on the fact that Danni barely gave her a moment to speak before complaining that she told him nothing, before he was whisked away by a hole in the ground, along with the rest of them.

Vicky fired off one of her generators to dampen the grip of gravity on her, falling through and landing with a soft tap like a leaf kissing the surface of a pond. Paperwork appeared in the hands of everybody around her, and a brief look over somebody's shoulder made it clear it was for the contest. Nothing more for her to do here, she had her own things to do. Checking over the letter, she saw there was no change to it - Either professor Harkness didn't have time to pen a reply, or it was no longer working. In any case-

Over the cacophony of the increasing number of contestants, her microphones picked up Leah claiming something... bath? Bad! happened. Her head swivelled towards the giant, giving her the best 'I better hear of this' glare, but realistically it would have to wait until the contestants were done with the doctors. "I'm going to see if I can find professor Harkness, I've got some business to attend with her. Can you please send me a text when you're done here?" She told Vision, before heading out of the waiting room, on the lookout for someone local whom she could ask for directions.

Location: The Kingston-Gray estate
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Skills/Powers/Equipment: N/A

Wasting no time, Victoria started taking off her armor and shelving it. The others were supposed to go to Strange academy for medical checkups, and she could hitch a ride... Or poral or whatever... With the rest. She had a different destination in mind though. Checking the time, she figured any classes at SA were likely to be over by now.

Fishing the letter she started writing prior to her vacation at C.A.G.E., she wondered if it would still act as a communications medium. Well, no reason to not try. She clicked her pen open and wrote below where Agatha's response appeared before.

Good afternoon Professor,

If you are free to talk, I can arrive to the Academy with the contestants. Also, I should let you know there's others who want to visit you, but if it's fine with you, I'd rather discuss what I want to discuss in private.

With regards,

Victoria van Dyne


Madalyne would find time to Visit Agatha no doubt, but knowing Leah, Victoria bet that the woman has already forgotten they talked about her visiting also. Checking that she still had the pictures from Leah's CAT scan saved, Victoria checked the letter for any response before making her way to the estate's entrance, shuddering to think through what means they were to travel to the Academy. Did nobody just take a cab anymore?
Canonically, the shape you assume after the transformation is"What you think a toa should look like", so its really up tto the character :) Toa Mata adorer would probably have their build. Ahkmou on the orher hand might end up looking more like a phantoka makuta, for example.

So the sky's the limit.

Location: The Kingston-Gray estate
Outfit: ASTRA Armor
Skills/Powers/Equipment: N/A

The place was growing more bizarre by the second. Victoria watched Percy... interact... with what in the stretchiest terms may be called a doorhandle, and retrieve a key that seemed to also work as a homing beacon. The whole scheme seemed to her convoluted for the sake of being convoluted, which... kind of explained a lot about some things about Danni and Dorian, considering they spend a bunch of time of their life here.

Still wary of what sort of reality defying magic could be hiding here despite the necklace working rather well so far, she approached the handle slowly and shook hands with the house. A key that looked older than the country appeared in her hand, just short of a few cobwebs on it. "Well... let's see, I guess." she said for herself, following behind the Dorian and Percy towing operation.

If Vicky was to be honest, a mop closet would do for her just as long as there was a power plug in it. She has never even visited another person's house, let alone stay for any longer time, and it was making her feel like she was intruding on holy ground. She felt like the walls were just exuding this pressure that wanted to push her back the way she came. It was probably just in her head, or maybe it was this magical mansion, but it left her feeling like she was shrinking, and it only intensified as she walked deeper into the house.

She finally reached a door the key was seemingly pointing her to, and, curiosity overpowering her shyness, unlocked it, unsure what to expect. What she saw wasn't any of the variants she imagined, but the more she thought of the scene in front of her, the more she saw the appeal. In front of her was what appeared to be an endless white void, with only a hanging chair that seemed to be built to handle more weight than one would usually expect, and a shelving unit to the side big enough to accommodate all of her armor pieces. "You know what? I like." she finally decided. She thought about how to name such a place, and a sanctum seemed appropriate.
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I won't be joining. Had trpuble coming up with a character and then a similar 1x1 fell into my lap. Apologies.
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