Kosmochlor would generally characterize herself as an intelligent woman! A woman of science! It just so happened that part of that, as she was given to interpreting it, was that Destiny City was prone to a whole lot of weird situations making themselves incredibly and intimately known, and as such she should really get herself into as much inconsequential trouble as possible.

God, but those apples had been so, so deeply unpleasant. Better than the spider bite, but she'd pointedly exposed herself to the strange little things with the certainty of it's seasonal magic, at worst I'll be laid up for a few days, and I've had worse and well knew she was entirely culpable.

Altogether, this meant that when she came upon an incongrously-elaborate six-sided die on a morning (powered) stroll, she couldn't even be surprised when it seemed to teleport her somewhere else entirely. Destiny City seasonal magic! It really was fascinating.

Now she had to get out of here, though. Shame. Always more complicated than however she'd gotten in. Not that she was frequently teleported places without knowing how she got there or how to get out -- in fact it happened incredibly infrequently -- but one never knew what life would hold.