[Three days into the mingle]

[mytearsaremine]

[There's a new voice piping up on the psychic network, a nervous and stressed-sounding voice. One who has spoken up on the network before, though at least this time she isn't screaming.]

I'm stuck. I'm stuck in liminal space. I-- I don't know how to get out and there's this awful music and I keep sinking in the water or whatever it is and can someone come and get me? Please?

[Guess what. Jolie is back from being torn apart by a Stricken, and she still doesn't know how to make portals. She may also kind of sound like she might be trying not to cry. Oops.]

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[mytearsaremine]

[It's the principle of the thing, DS. She's still just a teenaged girl, and on the younger side at that. She wrinkles her nose at him.]

Yeah, okay, if you can do that, then do that.

[And she'll take her jacket back, then. She hesitates, holding it over her arm, then leans over to give his shoulders a little hug.]

Come on. Let's get out of here.

[awfullyironic]

-=his language was far worse when he was her age, younger even. he takes a moment to conjure up a large towel and wrap it around his middle just above his hip finwings. he smiles a bit at the little hug and slides an arm around her waist to make sure he's secure=-

Ready?

-=not even waiting for an answer, he teleports them away so they land in the main common area of the Workshop=-