The 1940's

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Jenna had been aimlessly travelling in space for what felt like a couple of hours, when realistically it had been about 700 years. Time passes differently everywhere, it's scary how quickly sometimes. Jenna couldn't decide if she was bored of looking at the stars or not, they were therapeutic but always there, it never changed.

She was flying over the nine realms, her attention was drawn to Asgard, it seemed as if it was begging her to return, but she couldn't, she didn't want to come across as weak. Turning her head away from Asgard, Midgard seemed to draw her in so she flew closer, to get a better look.

Firstly, she had to decide where to go. The UK? Australia? France? The US interested her the most. New York looked interesting, especially Brooklyn. Jenna and Heimdall had engaged in multiple conversations about Midgard and it's most interesting cities. He mentioned Brooklyn a lot, he claimed it was more advanced than any other NY borough.
"Brooklyn it is."

Odin blessed Jenna with all speak, the ability that all Asgardians have, it lets them understand and speak any language. She figured it would be simpler to go to an English speaking country first, to understand the language of the times, after all, it was her first language.

Landing on the streets of Brooklyn wouldn't be the best idea in her armour, so she found a small secluded alleyway, where she could change into something more fitting for the time and place.

Iridescent light flashed over her, transforming her outfit. She now wore a beige blazer and skirt set that was pinned in the middle, with brown boots upon a short heel on her feet. It was an odd change from her extravagant Asgardian dresses but she fit in. It was beige and simple.

The air was muggy, cars traveled up and down the roads behind her. Buildings stood high, they were made of brick and wood, they were much less glamorous than Asgard.

Jenna's ears picked up on the commotion from the far end of the alley, there were bins to her left, so she popped behind them to keep cover and to keep an eye, incase someone needed help.

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