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Well now.

This was odd. And she probably looked quite odd, legs folded, arms across her chest, a troubled expression on her features.

She had been indulging in some Beluga Vodka, and she had been struck by a particular bit of inspiration. She remembered running out, running into...something? And then blacking out. Ah, she must have been [i]really[/i] wasted. She hadn't been quite that wasted since she was a little tyke when she sneaked some out of her babushka's cabinet. Had she died? She felt like she had, but then how could she be here? 

Falling through the air, the scream of wind passed her ears. Did someone spike her drink? This was one helluva trip. She hadn't experimented with those sorta drugs since she got into university and focused more on her passions. A shout from nearby pulled her out of her thoughts.

...some sort of...goat girl?

"...ah, I suppose maybe I should lay off the Vodka this late." She grumbled, but that was almost certainly an empty thought. Still, it didn't look like this was going to be something so easy. If this was a dream, it was awfully realistic. Not just one of those dreams you were falling endlessly and woke before you hit the ground...if this wasn't a dream...then this was actually a pretty dire situation, wasn't it?

"Well I suppose this is at least, more interesting than running into the truck." Was her thoughts as she plummeted towards the ground, terminal velocity. Not a single negative or terrified thought found its way into her head. In fact, she couldn't help but to feel a wide grin form on her face as she spread out her body, and she would have been laughing had she been able to.

"Ahahaha, in fact, this isn't so bad!" The feeling of the wind rushing through her hair, her clothes flapping in the air as wind rushed passed. It was frigid up here so far in the stratosphere, but oddly it didn't bother her. "I shall have to try skydiving more often, haha - blef?!" Her cheerfulness came to a halt as something wrapped around her, ceasing her revelry of the free fall. The back of her skirt had been caught, not only dangling her nearly upside down, but giving everyone who happened to be looking quite the fan service of her undergarments.

Wait that was dragon!?

"Blyat!? What the hell?" What the hell was an understatement. She could accept dying. She could accept free falling only to go splat later. She could even accept what looked to be an adorable little goat girl. But a dragon? A full blow lizard thing? That was where she drew the line in strangeness. But it was a blessing at least. The dragon slowed their fall, hitting the ground with a loud thud before releasing them from his claws.

"Ay, ay," She hit the ground, landing on her stomach as she was released from the dragons grip. "Give a girl a warning before you grab her by the skirt." Standing up, Vladlena dusting off her clothes, blinking as she realized what she had said. "...wait, why am I even wearing a skirt?" Looking down at her body, she fell silent.

Those were most certainly not her jeans, boots, and sweater. The hell was she dressed as some...fancy floozy? Well, not that she could really complain, they were pretty snazzy looking.

"Weird...eh?" Her eyes then traced to her fingers. Fingers weren't supposed to have visible joints. She wiggled her fingers in front of her face. It looked so...unnatural, but didn't feel weird at all. Those were definitely her hands. She quickly lifted up her skirt, once again, unintentionally giving everyone a bit of a show. Odd, her knees had joints too. She briefly tested their range of motion, before being satisfied. "...Well I have no idea what's going on here. Mhmhm, but I suppose thanks are in order, friend." Vladlena gave the dragon a playful smile and a salute. "I think I shall try skydiving with a parachute next time, hmm?"