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[Mag is just sitting on the sofa to her house (which is weird, because Mr. Dee said it was hers, or it would be, but it didn't seem familiar at all), clutching onto the umbrella she found earlier. She's fairly calm for all that's happened -- yes, she's in a strange place, with no real idea where her Daddy is. But the policemen seemed nice, even if they said weird things. Not like most policemen, anyway.]

Date: 2010-04-18 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
Dee worldhopped to the closest place he could get a location for, which happened to be right outside the front door. He had borrowed a world-hopping device from the first person he could find, with his word of honor that he'd get it back to them as soon as possible, he just really needed to use it and didn't have time to answer questions about it.

Taking in a deep breath and hoping for the best, Dee tried for the doorknob, but of course it was locked. Mag knew better than to leave her doors unlocked at night. He reached up and knocked on the door. "Mag?" he called out. "It's Dee, the policeman that you talked to before! Could you come and open the door, sweety?"

((Sorry this took so long. I was sitting here, like "why haven't I gotten any Mag tags lately?" and then realized my error. Fixed now, though!))

Date: 2010-04-18 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
Mag hesitated for a moment, listening to him. She couldn't recognize anyone by sight, just by the feel of their faces and the sound of their voice. She hadn't touched Dee's face but she knew what his voice was, and this one matched.

A moment later, she cautiously opened the door about six inches. "Hi," she said absentmindedly.

Date: 2010-04-18 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
Dee smiled down at her. "Hey there. It's Dee from before, remember? Is it okay if I come in?" he asked. He was trying to play it really cool with her--he didn't know what kind of a kid Mag was, so he didn't know what kinds of things would upset her and what would be okay, so he was being overly cautious about it at that moment.

Date: 2010-04-18 01:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
"Yeah," Mag said, swinging the door open more and stepping out of the way. She really didn't know whether or not she should be going with these strange men she didn't know...on the one hand, if they were nice, it'd be really good. But that one kid had made it seem like Dee and Randy might be lying, and Mag worried.

Date: 2010-04-18 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
Dee realized how weird all of this would seem to a little blind girl, and that she was really only going on his word for what he had to say, and he felt bad about it. He stepped into the house, shutting the door behind himself, before turning to Mag.

Dee had grown up in an orphanage. He'd known one or two blind kids growing up, so this wasn't exactly new to him. He spoke to her as he knelt down on the ground in front of her. "Hey. I'm glad that we've finally got to meet in person," he said, reaching out and gently taking her hand to put on the side of his face, smiling to show that he wasn't lying. "I'm going to take you away from here for a little while, until things calm down. Is that alright?"

Date: 2010-04-19 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
He put her hand on his face, which made her like him a bit more. People that weren't her parents tended to forget she was blind or get frustrated that she couldn't read expressions the way everyone else did. For a second, she lightly ran her hand over his face to get a "look" at him.

"Okay," she said. "Where are we going, exactly?"

Date: 2010-04-24 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
Dee patiently let her search his features, getting a good "look" at him. "Well, I guess that'll be up to you," he said, to answer her question. "Well, if you're not comfortable with staying with me, I could take you to where I grew up. There are lots of other kids there, if being with just me is too lonely. And Mother's really nice. But ...I could take care of you for a few days instead, if you'd like," he said. He really didn't want to force her into something she didn't want to do. He really only knew that he should get her out of there as soon as possible, though.

((Once again, sorry this took so long. I'd written up a reply, just never sent it. >>;;))

Date: 2010-04-24 07:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
Mag thought for a few seconds. Dee seemed nice enough, really, and he hadn't done anything suspicious or mean. Meanwhile, she hadn't met his Mother, and didn't know anything about her except what Dee had said. She could be a nice lady, for all Mag knew, but it seemed easier to go with someone she'd at least spoken to than someone who only existed as an idea in head. "I want to go with you," she said.

((It's okay, don't worry about it :D))

Date: 2010-04-24 12:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
Dee smiled broadly at that, and since her hands were still on his face, she could see that as well. "Okay, great. That's awesome. I grew up in an orphanage, with a lot of kids around. Even though I don't have kids of my own, I promise I'll be able to keep an eye on you for the next couple days. Alright?" he reached up and put his hand over her hand, to show that he was serious about this. He was saying it as much for her benefit as he was for his own.

Date: 2010-04-24 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
Mag smiled a tiny bit, too. "Okay," she said. "I believe you." And then, because she was fairly sure she hadn't asked yet, "Where are we going?"

Date: 2010-04-25 01:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
"Where are we going?" Dee repeated. Ah, that was a little bit harder to explain. "Well. I know you don't really know me, and this is going to be weird, but can you trust me? We're going to use this device to, er, make a sort of hop from here to there, so we don't have to travel. And I know that sounds crazy, believe me, but, it's the best way to do this--where I live is really far away, and it would take a long way to get there. I promise it'll be quick and won't hurt at all. Is that alright with you?"

Date: 2010-04-25 01:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
Mag was thrown by that. She sort of imagined a really-really-fast car for whatever he was talking about. Or maybe some sort of magic was involved. Either way it all seemed very weird. "Okay," she said, sounding confused.

Date: 2010-04-25 03:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
Dee pulled said object out of his pocket, putting her hand on it. "See, it's just this. You're just going to need to hold onto it at the same time I do, and then it'll take us back to where I came from, which'll probably be right outside my apartment, or somewhere around there. It's, well, it's kinda like magic. The important thing is that you keep your hand on this thing, through? D'you think you can do that?" he asked. He wanted to make absolutely certain that she was okay with this all before he whisked her away on some grand adventure for a few days.

Date: 2010-04-25 07:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
"Um...okay," Mag said, really confused now. She gripped the object, trying to sense anything odd or unusual about it, but there was nothing. "I can do that," Mag promised, holding on tightly.

Date: 2010-04-25 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
Dee nodded. At least she was taking him seriously. He was glad that she hadn't transferred to when she was a little older and more skeptical of strange men explaining magical objects to her and vaguely writing off why she woke up in a house without her father to look after her. "Alright, here we go," Dee said, twisting a couple of knobs on the device. "Three, two, one..."

There was a pull from somewhere behind the navel and suddenly, they were in the alleyway beside Dee's apartment building. The sounds of the city filled the area, but luckily, no one had been around to see them. Dee put out a hand to Mag's shoulder, feeling a bit disoriented himself. "You okay?" he asked, gently, knowing that saying they were magically transporting somewhere, and doing it were two entirely different things.

Date: 2010-04-26 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
Mag was wobbly, stumbling slightly but catching herself before she toppled. "I-...I think I'm okay," she said, still feeling dizzy. She was still gripping incredibly tight to her umbrella, and used it to lean against for a second to catch herself.

Date: 2010-04-26 07:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
"Hey, it's okay, take your time," Dee said. God, but it was kind of weird to know the adult version of the kid he was talking to and still talk to her like a kid. "We're, uh, in another city than where you were before. A nicer city. You might be able to hear the traffic on the background, yeah?" He kept a hand on her arm, kneeling in front of her, steadying her and waiting until she looked more sure on her feet before he would ask her to move anywhere.

Date: 2010-04-26 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
This new city felt very strange. The air smelled -- cleaner? Fresher? And the sun seemed less hot on her skin than it usually seemed to be when she went outside. And it sounded nothing like her world; there was much less commotion.

"Yeah..." Mag said, astonished. "What city is this?"

Date: 2010-04-26 08:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
"Well..." Dee said, hitting another difficult explanation. "It's New York City, but it's not exactly the same New York City that you have where you live. Because, well, I don't really live on the same world you do. Or, well, universe. But it's okay. We can travel between the places. It's just, well, a lot nicer over here than it is where you live. I know that it sounds crazy, but it's true." He smiles at her, his smile showing in his voice. "I'm a man of my word, and I don't lie. You can trust me, Mag."

Date: 2010-04-26 08:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
Mag nodded a little. This was all very very new and very very weird. But she was already there, in this strange (much less filthy) place, so she would buck up and handle it as best she could. And Dee was still being really nice, if really strange, too. "Okay..." Mag said. "I trust you."

Date: 2010-04-26 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
"Okay, then," Dee said, with a smile, "that's good, then." He stood up, keeping a hand on her shoulder to show that he wasn't going anywhere, but was just standing up. "Do you wanna go inside, then?" he asked. "Are you hungry at all?" He bet that she hadn't eaten anything at all, not being able to navigate her older self's flat, after all. The poor girl was probably starving by now, unless she had figured out to fend for herself there.

Date: 2010-04-26 03:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
"Yeah," Mag said, admittedly hungry. There hadn't been much food in the fridge of the apartment, and she hadn't been able to reach the cupboards. "I'm a little bit hungry."

Date: 2010-04-26 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
"Okay, then, that's a start," Dee said, with a smile. He put his arm close to hers for her to grab on. It wasn't going to be like leading Julie around when he was a kid, because he was much taller than Mag was, but the idea had to be the same this time around too, right? Even if Mag was using an umbrella as a cane; he'd see what he could do about that later, maybe ask mother if she had any old ones lying around or something. "Are you ready to go upstairs? We can decide on what to have while we head up to my apartment, yeah?"

Date: 2010-04-27 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
Mag nodded, clinging onto his arm with one hand, umbrella still in the other for feeling out the steps. "I'm ready," she said, voice steady.

Date: 2010-04-28 02:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
Dee led her out of the alleyway, making sure to keep her out of the way of oncoming pedestrians as he made it to the front stoop, warning her of the stairs in front of her before leading her up them at her own pace. He keyed the door open, then sighed. The building didn't have an elevator, and he lived on the third floor. "There's gonna be a lot more stairs before we get to my place. You ready to climb, kiddo? After that, what do you want to eat?" he asked, putting a hand on her hand on his arm, hoping his smile shone through in his voice. "I'm not much of a cook, but I'm sure we can manage something."

Date: 2010-04-28 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morethanseeing.livejournal.com
"I'm ready," Mag said confidently. There had been lots of stairs at her old apartment, too, and she had gotten good at being able to navigate steps. "Would a sandwich maybe be okay?" She figured that wouldn't be too hard or long to make.

Date: 2010-04-29 02:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 27ths-horndog.livejournal.com
"A sandwich?" Dee asked. "Sure thing, kid, we can make you a sandwich. Even I can't mess up making a sandwich, after all," he said, with a smile. He led her to the stairs, warning her of when they were starting, before leading her up them at her own pace. Her using the umbrella as a cane was really impressive, he had to say.

"Hey, just for these few days, would you like me to see if Mother has an old cane lying around somewhere?" he asked Mag. "I mean, it probably won't be as nice as your one you have normally--it'll be used and old, but. It should be better than an umbrella, right?"

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