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Patsy Walker	It's about ten at night on the streets of New York City, along the edge of the Hudson River park. This expanse of narrow greenery lies along the river and hosts a crossing of one of the major overhead avenues above, supported on pillars and cabling. The traffic is less than normal, but it doesn't overshadow the sounds of... A terrified squeal of delight, like someone about to drop over the edge of a roller coaster...? Followed by what sounds like Silly-Putty hitting a pane of glass... Followed by a hollow snap like a giant rubber band and the sudden reappearance of the arcing near-maniacal giggling. What on earth is going on in the small stand of trees kept pruned enough to look nice but still bearing enough leaves to give reason for shadows to thicken between them? A flurry of movement can be seen and, upon closer approach, a feminine voice heard: "So...if I jump off of here..." Silly-Putty squelch, rubber-band snap, delighted cackling.
Alexander Aaron	The message had come on his cellphone, a quick blurb from RedheadNancyDrew with the simply statement of an address. Or rather not even that a cross street and a location in the city on riverside and close enough to the trains and the water to be almost near the industrial portions of the city. But the messager is trusted and so with little todo he hops the subway and makes his way there.     And when he does get there, well, the sounds of the city are second nature to Alexander by now having lived a good portion of his life there. He's used to the sounds of traffic and trash collection and trains. But when he gets there that giggling... and the squelch? He blinks as he walks around there near that stand of trees and turning around a few times as if trying to get his bearings.     "Hello?"
Patsy Walker	"AlexaAAAHHH -- " Squelch, boing, the sound of a graceful landing and then the movement proves to be a human silhouette between the vertical spires of the trees. Ambient light from the nearby streetlamp shines on the brass buckles and buttons of a steel-grey peacoat as a familiar red-head indeed emerges, hand upraised. Patsy's hair seems messier than usual in its messy-bun and her smile twinkles like her eyes. "Hey! Oh my god, I'm glad you showed up! I wasn't sure if I was too vague. I didn't want anybody reading off your phone about it. You know, like, one of your friends. Here, you have to come see! Come see and tell me if you know what the hell is going on here." She gestures for him to follow her into the shadows of the trees.
Alexander Aaron	"Patsy..." The word comes from Alexander warily, curious, but wary. His footsteps are quiet as he takes up a place behind her and moves along, hands in the depths of his pockets and his ever-present backpack jouncing a bit on his shoulder as he moves. He'll lean forward a little once they step amongst the trees, trying to look behind them, around them, expecting something to be hiding.     But once they're clear of the sidewalk and there he'll walk up beside her and murmur quietly into her ear, "What's goin' on?" A pause as he touches her shoulder as if to make sure she's there, but then looks about, "And what's that noise?"
Patsy Walker	Beneath his light fingers, Patsy is firmly present and a part of reality proper. Her peacoat must be made of a wool blend for the feel and weight of the fibers used to make it. She glances from his hand and to him, still wearing her grin as if she had a surprise for him. "That noise is the craziest thing I've seen in a long time and believe me, I've seen a //lot// of crazy things. Here, stand right here, I'll show you." They pause by what must have been once a taller tree but is now a stump. Patsy crouches to search through the leaf detritus for a rock and looks over at Alexander promptingly: watch this. A toss of the rock towards what appears to be a random leafless patch of the glade and the rock...disappears! A ripple of the grass proves to supply the soft squelch sound and then, a second later, another patch about eight feet away and to the left seems to ripple -- the rubbery sound, and the rock is projected in a gentle arc to land nearby what appears to be a small collection of its type. Ah, Patsy must have been experimenting. Alexander gets another excited grin. "It's like some weird magical warping tunnel thing! I went through it and it's trippy. Everything goes black for a second, but then you pop right back out."
Alexander Aaron	"That's so weird," Alexander says quickly as he looks from one point, then to the other, then back to the one in front of him. "Does it like... suck you in?" And as he asks her that completely reasonable question he walks across the grass and over toward it...     And promptly jams his hand into it, though without going all the way through, looking off in the direction of the warp exit, but not seeing his hand over there. That's enough to cause him a small glimmer of consternation as he shakes his head, "Bah, not as fun as I had hoped."     But then he leeeeeans in, trying to reach further to see if he can eventually try and get his hand to pop out the other side.
Patsy Walker	"No, it didn't try and suck me in like some gravity well or something like that. I saw a branch fall into it and pop back up and I was like, the helllllll." Patsy extends this last word in approriate dramatism. She watches Alexander walk over and shove his arm into the weird quicksand-like patch of grass. Her blue gaze turns expectantly towards the other patch of grass, but alas -- no hand just yet. "Aw," she mutters as she crouches down. Still, she laughs. "It's totally fun, don't be a fuddy-duddy. Dude, reach farther. Seriously, farther. Come on, it's like you're not even trying." Her cherubic grin is totally full of challenge.
Alexander Aaron	A snort comes from him as he pulls his hand out, but then he thrusts his leg into that hole in reality and then /whoosh/ out through it they'll see his sneaker's toe and then a little more as he wiggles it back and forth somewhat. It's enough of an amusing thing to cause him to laugh a little, hazel eyes crinkling as he shakes his head and looks across the way at her.     "Okay, this is kinda cool. Though you're still a big nerd." And as he passes such sentence he nods to her wryly then he pulls his leg out of the reality defying portal and walks over to the exit point.     "Is it two way?" He asks as he reaches over there, lightly poking around with his finger at where he thought he saw it, trying to find it to stick his hand back in.
Patsy Walker	"I mean, it sounds like you're a little jealous of my big nerdery," notes the author with teasing blandess. She remains crouched by the entrance portal, arms wrapped about her knees, as she watches Alexander walk over to the other side. "It wasn't for me, but you're more...magical? -- than me, I think. Magic tends to do different things around me." Patsy watches him as she says this, her smile having not faded just yet. "Maybe press harder? But be careful, I don't know what happens if you try going the opposite direction."
Alexander Aaron	"Mmm," He says thoughtfully, still probing and poking, but not doing so /too/ hard, content to not be able to break the laws of physics back the other way and entirely okay with that. He stops after a moment then he nods, "Ok this was worth coming out for. You think this is permanent or will it disappear over time?"     Then he walks back over towards where she stands, hands back into the pockets of his jeans and his expression shifting more thoughtful. "Any idea who might have made it? I could see this being a neat small thing. But I could also see it becoming something big and terrible fairly quick if things got out of hand."     That said he casually pokes again at the slit of the world, pondering what ramifications this might well have.
Patsy Walker	"I have no idea if it'll go away. I mean, I kind of want it to hang around, but at the same time, what if somebody suddenly stepped into it and twisted an ankle or something?" Rising to her feet, Patsy stands there, hands on her hips as she watches Alexander join her again. She idly toes another rock into the ripply grass to see it pop up again at the opposite end of the magical transport tunnel. She shrugs as to his second question and watches him fuss at the weird break in reality. "Yeah, it could get crazy. I don't know what's actually on the other side. Remember I said it was all black for a second? I don't know if there's light on the other side -- er, in the...space? Place. Okay, I creeped myself out a little there," she mutters, but still laughs as she rubs the outside of her upper arms. "I mean...so, I'm wondering if I can pop back out over there because I can...kind of avoid magic if I want to." She gives Alexander a side-eyeing as she informs him of this.
Alexander Aaron	"You," Alexander says as he folds his arms over his chest, expression shifting a little pensive. "Should call that other guy that you meant on the roof. The weirdo magic guy." He takes a deep breath as he considers, shifting his weight to the other foot thoughtfully but then giving her a sidelong glance as he ponders. "I have this civic-minded compulsion to like... I dunno, put out orange cones around this so normal people don't go blooping through and freak out."     Curse those normal people.     He pushes a hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck thoughtfully. "Still, it's kinda cool. Naturally it makes me wonder if it's got something to do with my uncle. But that's just my narcissism talking trying to make everything about me me me."
Patsy Walker	Patsy laughs quietly. She reaches to patpat at Alexander's shoulder. "It's true, it is all about you you you, isn't it?" she replies in a friendly manner. Her attention returns to the deceivingly green patch of grass and she does sigh in what appears to be a regaining of some semblance of responsibility. "I don't know if traffic cones would help, but maybe if we dragged some bigger object overtop it? You know, like a bigger piece of tree or a rock or something? At least the opening part of it." She points at the grass with a nicely-manicured nail. "I mean, preferably both opening and exit, I guess, if there's some weird exclusion and people can actually walk into the exit somehow."
Alexander Aaron	"Yah I'd be a bit worried if we closed over the exit that we'd stop someone from coming out if they got sucked in or whatever." That said he scritches his chin a little and turns around in place, hands slipping back into the pockets of his jeans as he ponders what they could use. Then his eyebrows rise and he blinks a little. "Oh hey, here."     And with that said he steps away from the area of the portals and walks over back onto the sidewalk, heading down the way a bit to where the newspaper boxes are on the corner, neglected though the may be. He casually kneels down and fiddles with one of the cement-based plastic containers and hrmms to himself, then he reaches down and starts to push those boxes back and forth a few times until they come free from their solvent connection to the sidewalk, snapping free though still heavy and cement-filled in the bottom.     Carrying the several hundred pound boxes in each arm, he sets one down roughly on the place of the entrance, and then walks over to place another down roughly on the place of the exit. Then nudges them a few times, "There, that could sorta work for a bit, nobody wants any of these local city papers and they're refilled once a month..."     A glance to her is given, "If it's not solved by then we may want to talk to people.
Patsy Walker	Following in his shadow, Patsy lingers at the edge of the small wooded copse and watches him fuss with the containers. And then lift two up as if it were nothing at all. Her eyebrows nearly disappear into her hairline. Nodding to herself as she watches him better center the baskets overtop the odd magical portal openings, she then walks over and stoops to feel at their bases. "Good sizing choice, I can barely get a finger between the base and into the portal thingie. The only thing going flying will be things like bugs or maybe a mouse," she says, rising to her feet again. "You're thinking about that one guy I met though? With the red cloak? That people? Do you want to come with me when I go or I'll just let you know what he says?"
Alexander Aaron	"Let me know," Alexander says as he lightly nudges his handywork with the toe of one sneaker, crinkling his nose a little as if he didn't care for it entirely, but it'd have to suffice. That said he turns back to her and gives a nod, "Unless you'd like some backup when you go. Since I am super tough and he could be one of my uncle's minions because, again, it's all about me."     His lip twists a little and he then turns his regard back upon the now partially covered by city news boxes portals, and clicks his tongue.     "Anyone else you can think of that might be good to tell this to?"
Patsy Walker	"Sure, bud, you can be my backup in case he's absolutely off his rocker or something. I mean, he did give me that creepy apple. It's nice that it didn't follow me home or anything, at least." Patsy slips her hands into the pockets of her peacoat, now appearing far more the mundane New Yorker out for a walk rather than someone experimenting with defying the laws of physics on an accidental magical whim. "Here, come on, I know a coffee place open a bit later. I'm cold now and cold toes and fingers suck." She begins leading the way out of the small wooded grove. "I don't know anybody else though, no, since you asked, other than the guy with the red cloak. Do you? I'm not...you know, super magically-connected to anybody around here."
Alexander Aaron	"Mebbe one or two folks," Alexander says as he starts to walk off with Patsy, but occasionally he spares a glance behind him for that portal they're leaving behind. Something about it still sets him on edge, but meh. Ultimately not his problem, right? Right.