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( AUDIO | 001. )
[ the distress signal is tapped out using her fingernail against a wall. it's one of the few signals jane knows in morse code, a trick taught to her by her father during their many late night stargazes. ]
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[ SOS
a few seconds pass, silently but only slightly disturbed by soft, hurried pants and then, ]
Hello. I'm Dr. Jane Foster of — of Earth. Or Midgard. [ jane feels the need to mention that, in case she tripped slapstick style into a gravitational anomaly and ended up god knows where again. she knows that by this point she shouldn't feel surprised waking up in a strange place, lost and confused, with a number tattooed on her arm. after all, safety and normalcy had pretty much been tossed out the window as soon as she hit the god of thunder with her van.
it still does, though. it's like a seizure by the throat, a fire shut up in her bones that makes her both restless and weary. it's the fear that never truly leaves the body, like malaria, and it's a fear clearly evident in her voice when she speaks again, ]
I — don't know where I am. Or how I got here. Or what any of this is. [ she won't exactly say it, but jane is completely clueless. it's an odd, sickening feeling and one she isn't used to. usually, she could grasp at straws, ultimately finding a conclusion through the little scraps of clues she was handed. in fact, her entire career has been built on that. here, however, there are no answers and no work for jane to use as a distraction. all there is the silence and the cold, harsh reality of the unknown.
jane lets out a sigh, heavy and tired as if the realisation just dawned on her, and she runs a shaky hand through her hair. ] If anyone can hear me, I need answers. Please.
[ SOS
a few seconds pass, silently but only slightly disturbed by soft, hurried pants and then, ]
Hello. I'm Dr. Jane Foster of — of Earth. Or Midgard. [ jane feels the need to mention that, in case she tripped slapstick style into a gravitational anomaly and ended up god knows where again. she knows that by this point she shouldn't feel surprised waking up in a strange place, lost and confused, with a number tattooed on her arm. after all, safety and normalcy had pretty much been tossed out the window as soon as she hit the god of thunder with her van.
it still does, though. it's like a seizure by the throat, a fire shut up in her bones that makes her both restless and weary. it's the fear that never truly leaves the body, like malaria, and it's a fear clearly evident in her voice when she speaks again, ]
I — don't know where I am. Or how I got here. Or what any of this is. [ she won't exactly say it, but jane is completely clueless. it's an odd, sickening feeling and one she isn't used to. usually, she could grasp at straws, ultimately finding a conclusion through the little scraps of clues she was handed. in fact, her entire career has been built on that. here, however, there are no answers and no work for jane to use as a distraction. all there is the silence and the cold, harsh reality of the unknown.
jane lets out a sigh, heavy and tired as if the realisation just dawned on her, and she runs a shaky hand through her hair. ] If anyone can hear me, I need answers. Please.
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the sound of his knocking echoes through her room, silent besides her soft sighs. her heart pounds in her ears as she stands, straightening her jacket before she moves to the door. opening the door, her gaze immediately settles on his face. the sight of thor sets her heart fluttering faster and her body relaxes a little. she has no idea where she's at or what's going on, but thor's here and that makes things a little less bad. ]
Hi. [ her voice is still a little rough from the jump, but physically wise she looks fine. she offers him a smile, folding her arms across her chest and blocking the doorway. ]
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[Just like before, when Heimdall lost sight of her, Thor's only thought was to get to her. Now that he sees her in person, he's not sure what to feel. He's glad to see her again, but also worried about her and angry that she's been dragged into this situation.
He manages a smile, and says the first thing that pops into his head. ]
I swear to you, I was going to return this time. I stepped into the Bifrost to return to Midgard and found myself here instead.