
Location: The Kingston-Gray estate > Strange Academy
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Skills/Powers/Equipment: N/A
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."