Snippet #2633314

"Oh I have an idea. It's called 'run the fuck away.'" And it remained a very valid idea, in her mind. Molly accepted the glasses and put them on, and accepted the hand to stand. The dress was too long and Molly stared at it in horror. "This is ridiculous." It also clung to her every curve, and made it clear that there was nothing on under the dress. Such. A. Pervert. Still, it was time to focus, and not on the fact that this thing had to have been special made to be too long on her.

Dizzy, she leaned against Catherine, and her hand spasmed on her as she tried to grab her pendant. The woman managed it the second time. Complete integration was clearly not there yet. Well, it would come with time. "Mmkay, put your hand over mine. This'll take us back to my apartment on Terra, once I give the word." She said, half out of it. She hoped she'd manage the concentration to get them both there, and with luck the balance to not fall flat on her ass once they arrived.

The pounding was louder and there was a blast of magic against the door. Damn. Her seal wouldn't hold against much more of that.