Ginger & Open (?) Her arrival to Carnaval de la Lumière! Monday evening, November 18; somewhere on the carnival grounds Rating TBD but definite language cause she has a terrible mouth; In Progress
The last thing Ginger remembered before waking up here--wherever the fuck here even was--was arguing with Peter, answering the door, and then that little vampire shit coming at her. If she ever saw him again, she'd kill him. Fifteen times over. Mostly for getting her robe all bloody. That was her favorite robe. Asshole.
Despite the very sudden change in scenery, Ginger was calm enough to wind her way through the place she had somehow managed to land in to try and figure out where she was and how she'd gotten here. She wasn't sure where here was, but it looked like she'd been tossed back into a few decades before her time. Which was ridiculous because time travel wasn't possible and she blamed her late night tv channel surfing for the idea even coming to her at all.
And then...she found herself being approached by someone. Some man she didn't recognize and he was rattling on at her about how he'd been expecting her. "Look, I have no idea what you're talking about," her voice was thick with her Columbian accent, confused and lost and feeling utterly alone. "I don't think anyone expects the dead."