@dazzlingdaredevil
Illyana Rasputin was not a stranger to waking up in strange places. When one consorted with magic, one got used to traveling to places both unfamiliar and beyond comprehension. On one of her forays with Stephen Strange, she once found herself in a dimension populated by sentient, malevolent worms. The place she woke up in now was both familiar and not. Beneath her was a bed decidedly much softer than her own. Xavier had never been one to skimp on mattresses, but this literally felt like she’d passed out on a cloud.
The room she was in looked like it could be in the mansion, though the decor was more… foresty than she’d care for. Last she checked, she had fallen asleep in her room. Helping Strange teleport the mansion to Central Park had near exhausted her. Which maybe explained why she didn’t feel any magic in her. Though she found it hard to believe that would have been sufficient to burn out her magical ability, considering she’d done it while in her domain. This sparked some worry in her. She was in a strange location with no connection to her sorcery. And try as she may, her Soulsword would not come to her hand.
Try as she may, she couldn’t help but feel the worry evolve into full-blown anxiety. Rage, too. Her skin started to shift colors to an infernal shade of red. Darkchylde. Maybe the one time she was happy to see or hear from the demon, as it meant she still had something. Standing up and looking at the door, she prodded it open and took a step back. A disc of blueish-white light appeared before her feet, and she focused on the end of the room outside of the door. She initiated the teleport, but got maybe five feet outside the door before something stopped her.
“Hn… worrisome.” Still, she was out of the room and in a kitchen. Not too luxurious, but not too spartan. Nearby was the door to a greenhouse, which contained plants even she hadn’t seen. Outside the window was a vast forest with trees big enough to put the Savage Land to shame, though they were decidedly less tropical by nature. She turned back and walked until she found a hallway that lead into a spiral staircase. It went up, and back down. Most people would go down right away, but she went up. And up. And up another nine times. None of the doors she arrived at would open to her.
Eventually she resigned herself to descending back down (with a bit of rapid short range teleportation) until she arrived in a lobby. There were… upright sentient bears roaming about. Some in ties, some in adorably undersized hats, some in dresses. Illyana may have balked at it if she didn’t have a very large, blue, furry scientist for a frequent teammate. They were all very polite and treated her like a friend, and she responded in a characteristically moody manner.
Though she debated going back up and hiding in her new room so she could process it, she stepped out of the lobby and into the open. Chills ran up her spine as she entered the cool night time air. Perhaps a little too late, she realized that her midriff-baring costume was possibly not weather appropriate. Illyana was practically freezing after a minute or two, and started to head back inside.
Illyana collided right into someone. Russian expletives flew out of her mouth before she realized it, and she felt the brief impulse to scream at the man. She stifled it, reminding herself that she was at least partially at fault. Fixing her eyes on the stranger, she got a better look at him. He was a little taller than Illyana, by about an inch or two, and the suit he wore looked absurdly expensive. Illyana was suddenly all too aware of just how much skin her own outfit was showing off.
She stared at the man in near silence for a few seconds, before finally mumbling out “Sorry.”