Evelyn O'Connell

Padme had jumped just the slightest as someone reached out to her. Being in a foreign place and recognizing no one had made her quite jumpy. “I must be honest; I’m unfamiliar with this place,” she confessed to the stranger. “But I have seen a ship port, for nautical vessels.” 

Oh how wonderous! "That is exactly the answer I was hoping you'd have." She offers with a gentle smile in the others direction, interest piqued as she takes in their attire. "May I ask where you're from?"

“seven months, i think.” she took a deep breath in and out, her hazel eyes opening again to look at the brunette. “yes, it is. i’m not in labor, i’d know if i was. i feel like i would, anyway.” she sighed, moving to take a seat on a nearby bench as she rested her hands on her bump. “i’d be terrified if i were in labor now.”

Seven months? "Oh dear." It's out before she has a second to think it over, concern etching onto her features. "I don't think that's a good sign, I'm afraid. Is it pain that you're feeling or just light headed?" A hand waves in gesture. "I have a son of my own, I know in my last trimester I got terrible headaches and had to be on bed rest."

the world is SPINNING, and she’s stumbling, and before she knows it her fingers are latching on to another’s shirt. she’s nauseous and dizzy, on top of already being lightheaded. “i-i’m sorry,” she gulps, letting go of them seconds later as she goes to hold onto something else, the nearest thing being a lamp post as she tries to regain her composure. “i think i might need to see a doctor,” she squeezes her eyes shut, hoping that maybe everything would stop spinning if she did.

It's not a bother but rather a sudden concern as eyes settle upon the other, instantly moving to help the other; hand resting on the woman's back. "No need to apologize, you're pregnant -- how far along?" Question falls as she takes a step back, offering a smile. "I wish I were a doctor but I'm afraid all I can help with is what to do if you go into labour here." Which, isn't something she'd like to deal with. "Is it your first?"

“ BLACKPOOL, FLORIDA, ” scully says, opening the map she found at a gas station. it doesn’t make sense, and the technology… the technology was impossible. it was miles and miles ahead of what she knew. she puts on her glasses - which are outdated, as a young man felt the need to point out on the street - and begins searching for the spot she landed in. “ but N O N E of it makes sense. ”

Florida? The name sounds familiar and then it hits her. "Oh!" Eyes travel from the object she'd been studying to look over the other woman, excitement riddling along Evie's features. "We're in America then?" It wouldn't be too difficult to head home then, right? "May I ask what you've found out?"

CERSEI LANNISTER considers herself an intelligent woman. she does not believe in magic — not real magic, anyway. TRICKS and FARCES by tall skinny men with blue lips who preferred fantasy to reality. when she wakes up in such a strange place she knows immediately that one of those men — a foolish one who does not much savor his own life — has pulled his tapestry over her. she thinks it might be milk of the poppy — after all, she’s only ever had a drop, maybe two, just enough to help her sleep — but she’s heard of it’s grander effects.

still, she is anxious. walking around in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar things, completely alone without even the mountain to protect her, makes her feel VULNERABLE — a feeling she left on the steps of the red keep. she speaks to no one. she keeps her head held high. a lion is never bothered by the opinion of sheep, her father would have said. 

but even cersei lannister was not prepared to see a car for the first time. it whipped past her as she stepped off a curb, missing her by millimeters, and she stumbled backwards, her eyes filling with panic and rage. she wanted to shout but the contraption responsible was long gone, and there was no one to shout at. the only words that almost slipped past her lips were what was THAT?, but she didn’t fancy feeling as foolish as she had when the dragon bitch and ned stark’s bastard had presented her with a living dead man.

she stopped, though, when she realized people could see her. were they her people? was this westeros still? somewhere across the sea? it can’t be. cersei gathered her wits about her again and let out a calm breath.

It's a loud audible gasp that rumages from her lips at the sight of another woman nearly being run over by a car; mind you much more updated than what she's used to but all the same! In an instant the librarian is over at the others side, a hand on her arm to help steady the blonde. "Are you quite alright?" It's not every day a car almost strikes you, of course. "You're quite lucky that the car didn't hit you." Brows furrow after a moment, her hand falling back to her side. "You're not from around here, are you?" A gentle smile taking hold of her features, "It seems there's a lot of us that have gotten rather turned around."