...Falling... Falling... Falling? Falling? 

Cheshire's eyes snapped open as the realisation suddenly sunk in. Oh crap. Oh crap. Ohcrapohcrapohcrap. What was going on? And what was wrong with her eyes? Her own body looked okay, if somewhat... U feminine, but everything else... If she didn't know any better, she'd have thought that she'd fallen into a video game. 

But nah. That was stupid. 

She shut her eyes, in anticipation of striking the ground. It wasn't as painful as she had been expecting: sure, it was a hard impact, and the collision knocked the wind out of her, but the pain wasn't quite as bad as she was expecting. And as she lay, crumpled on the ground, it ebbed away quite quickly. 

Well then... Some kind of plan was necessary... Perhaps try to find some people? Maybe they knew what was going on? Maybe they wouldn't, but it was better than nothing. Besides, aesthetics aside, she didn't appear to have any weapons, and there was safety in numbers, right?

She walked for a while, examining the clothes that had appeared around her body - they were familiar, certainly. A jumpsuit that was a little tight for her liking, a cloaky, capey thing that was much better, and if the low-res shadow was anything to go by, there was some pretty impressive headgear going on. 

"Hello?" She called out, and then immediately caught herself by the throat. What was wrong with her voice? Ugh... This was turning out to be a real drag... "Anybody out here?"