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@ 2013-09-01 12:08:00

Who: Harry Dresden and Molly Carpenter
Where: Tent 13
When: Sunday
What: Reunited and it feels so...awkward!
Warnings: Will update if necessary
Status: Closed, and ongoing

Harry hadn't slept in the 24 hours since he'd found himself in Avery, Oklahoma. He'd been told he was the new escape artist with a traveling carnival, and the year was 1935. Dust covered the ground, and a plodding rain had only steamed things up and caused said dirt to cling more fiercely to everything. By the time he made it back to the carnival site and located the tent he'd been assigned, he felt like he was breathing dirt.

He'd sat up in his tent most of the night, laying down only when his head felt too heavy to sit properly on his shoulders. Even then he'd been unable to close his eyes, and had stared up at the ceiling of his tent instead. He played over the conversation he'd had with Diana, another wayward soul who'd suddenly found herself transported back in time to attend to this misfit carny outfit.

Harry and Diana weren't the only ones. It seemed a few of the carnival employees had been with the traveling troupe for some time, but many had arrived yesterday as Harry himself had. Harry wanted to speak to each one and find out where they came from, time and place. It seemed many came from the early 21st century, based on clothing and basic mannerisms, but Harry couldn't be sure without talking to them.

It seemed many had been assigned jobs they had no idea how to perform. Harry had lucked out in a way. Give the role of escape artist, he had a vague notion how to go about it. He wasn't a magician, but his father had been. While Malcolm the Magnificent hadn't been an escape artist, he had favored the art of the escape. If Harry focused on that, and the fact that his dad would cheer him on, maybe he could find a way to make it work.

Unless of course he work up from this crazy, surreal and all too real, dream before show time. He wasn't sure that would happen, though. The longer he remained in this 1935 era, the more real it felt.

Harry had been told he would share his tent with his assistant, when said assistant arrived to join the carnival. So far, he hadn't seen hide nor hair of any assistant, but a rustling at the door put him on alert. He reached for his staff, ready to blast an unwelcome visitor away, his other arm up and ready to call on his shield bracelet if necessary.

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