Time Trap

[asetikish]

Time Trap (closed for Asobininryochan)

Reese Callahan scrambled to the wires as the machine started to overload. The director was barking orders at everyone seeing something go wrong with the experiment.

A spark jumped at Reese and she stepped back. Growling, she took her hands out of her gloves, tied her dark hair in a messy bun, before wearing her gloves back and plunging back through the wires.

As Reese worked, her lab coat got snagged just as a large wave of electricity jumped out from beside her. She yelped in surprise and saw the jumping jet of current starting to surround her.

"Reese! Get out of there!"

"Director! I can't!" Resse was panicking as she tried to pull her lab coat free.

"Shut everything down! Shut everything down now!"

"The power surge was too strong. Even if we cut the main, it stored up too much energy."

"Reese!"

Tears were starting to fall from Reese's hazel eyes. She was going to die. The electric currents confirmed it forming a frying fence around her. Light flashed around her and she closed her eyes, blinded. A loud crack echoed in the air and then...

Nothing.

Resse opened her eyes and found herself in the middle of a beautiful manicured garden. Her lab coat was gone leaving her in her shorts, blouse and flats. She wiped her glasses to make sure she wasn't just seeing things and pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Nope. All of it was real. Where the heck was she?

 

[Asobininryochan]

Hamish Ferguson elected to walk in the gardens instead of following the retinue that trailed the King. Indeed, he needed to attend to the Monarch in case of the presence of fools wishing another attempt at assassinating Louis XV. On the other hand, a strange phenomenon drew his curiosity toward the direction that he walked, and into the presence of nearly naked woman:

- Pardon… Mademoiselle….

He addressed the nigh senseless stranger, hoping that her dazed state shall not prevent her from responding. Gradually, the look of amazement faded as she regarded the man wearing the uniform of the Scots Guard. On the unlikely chance that she did not comprehend the Lingua Franca, Hamish decided to address in another language:

- Are you alright, lass?

 

[asetikish]

Reese turned as the sound of something scuttling toward her. No. Someone. He looked...like one of the cast in those period movies. Only, the way he carried himself and his accent. Well, they seemed a little too authentic.

"Pardon...Mademoiselle..."

She stared at him. He was curious and he seemed to look a little...bothered by what she was wearing. On a closer inspection, he looked like a guard of sorts.

"Are you alright, lass?"

"Oh, my gosh! It worked! It worked!" She put a hand to her mouth forgetting her own predicament as she rejoiced in the success of their experiment. Only...how was she to tell everyone it worked. And did it really? Or was she deluding herself?

She cleared her throat trying to push down her joy. "Forgive me, but what date is it?"