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Citi Stadium is that way. (Closed to R and Julie)
When; A couple hours after R arrives
Rating; PG, PG-13 ish because Julie might swear a lot.
Characters; Julie Grigio and R
Summary; R arrives in the City and Julie thinks it's in everyone's best interest if she explain things to him herself, rather than everyone else doing it.
Log;
He'd probably heard bits and pieces about the City from the people answering his first broadcast. That was fine. Julie, however, didn't know if it had been enough. Finding him had been a flurry of activity. Trusting Lydia to do whatever it was she did and then actually seeing R had been a complete shock to Julie and she was sure other people wandering past them were shocked to see him, as well.
Julie didn't want to risk someone going after him because she didn't know how their lives were back in their homes. For all she knew, a few of them also had zombies and would react much like she suspected her father would.
Violently.
So, Julie took R home. Back to the huge house she shared with Mercy Thompson. Through her private entrance they went and Julie let R adapt to his surroundings before speaking.
Her room was, at present, basic to look at. A far cry from the room R probably knew from Perry's memories. That room had been colorful, painted in various brilliant colors. Each wall had a theme. One wall was for old movie posters she and her friends found. Another had ticket stubs to concerts she'd never been to. A third had art stolen from museums. But that was all back home.
Here? The walls were off-white and lacking in anything that said this room was Julie's, save for her messenger bag on the dresser.
She sat on the edge of her bed watching R for a moment before she began to talk.
"R? What do you remember us doing last, before you showed up here?"
Rating; PG, PG-13 ish because Julie might swear a lot.
Characters; Julie Grigio and R
Summary; R arrives in the City and Julie thinks it's in everyone's best interest if she explain things to him herself, rather than everyone else doing it.
Log;
He'd probably heard bits and pieces about the City from the people answering his first broadcast. That was fine. Julie, however, didn't know if it had been enough. Finding him had been a flurry of activity. Trusting Lydia to do whatever it was she did and then actually seeing R had been a complete shock to Julie and she was sure other people wandering past them were shocked to see him, as well.
Julie didn't want to risk someone going after him because she didn't know how their lives were back in their homes. For all she knew, a few of them also had zombies and would react much like she suspected her father would.
Violently.
So, Julie took R home. Back to the huge house she shared with Mercy Thompson. Through her private entrance they went and Julie let R adapt to his surroundings before speaking.
Her room was, at present, basic to look at. A far cry from the room R probably knew from Perry's memories. That room had been colorful, painted in various brilliant colors. Each wall had a theme. One wall was for old movie posters she and her friends found. Another had ticket stubs to concerts she'd never been to. A third had art stolen from museums. But that was all back home.
Here? The walls were off-white and lacking in anything that said this room was Julie's, save for her messenger bag on the dresser.
She sat on the edge of her bed watching R for a moment before she began to talk.
"R? What do you remember us doing last, before you showed up here?"
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Not forever, anyway.
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"In your jet? Was that where we were? I just ask because this place is tricky as fuck. It pulls people in from different points in time. I dunno how that works. It sounds like bullshit. I'm just curious."
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House.... On... on the way home.
The arena...
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"I don't remember that at all. Must mean I haven't gotten there yet." She pushes her fingers through her hair, considering her next words very carefully.
"I guess that proves that people can be pulled from different points in time around here. The last thing I remember is the airport."
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"I know. Your skeletal buddies don't like us all that much at the moment." Not that she was expecting that to change.
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"You do a great job of it. I promise."
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