curettes (curettes) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2017-10-02 15:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, r * khushi, r * laura, r: jiya shergill, r: sarah grant |
WHO: Jiya Shergill and Sarah Grant
WHEN: Backdated to evening of September 21st
WHERE: 26 Ruffian Dr.
SUMMARY: BFFs reminisce over dreams that are eerily similar and talk of October plans
WARNINGS: None
Another day at the hospital ended, another night spent dragging her feet up the front steps to her house and into the house. Jiya kicked off her shoes, and dropped her bag to the floor. Normally, she would have pulled herself into the shower after work. She didn’t wear her work scrubs at home -- rather, she changed out of them and put on her street clothes, and then she’d come home, head straight for the bathroom, and then either dress down or dress up depending on what was next in her schedule. Today, though, she had spent quite an amount of energy. A lot of it spent on focusing on her work and pushing out other thoughts, visions of the dream -- a second one -- she had had recently, that felt all too real and far above that of a dream’s standards. A lab of some sorts, a symbol that looked like an octopus but was referred to as the Hydra, feelings of anxiety and of getting caught, keeping up some sort of pretense of being a scientist but for a very distinct branch of the government with malicious intent. That was not something that settled right with Good Girl Jiya, so she’d woken up from that fairly shaky and fairly confused. Thankfully, she’d managed to push the thoughts out and actually complete her work, but that had taken a lot of brainpower. What better way to try to relax from that stressful day than to plop down and open a bottle of wine somewhere in the living room? Jiya had only just started to head over to the kitchen to grab one when she heard the front door open. Could have been her tenants, could have been a visitor. Her house was usually open to everyone, not many regular visitors bothered to even knock. She stepped into the foyer to see who had arrived, and felt a good chunk of her stress start to ebb away already. Between the both of their schedules (or, rather, between Jiya’s, since hers was the busier one), they didn’t always have a lot of time to hang out, but as the one with the more stable work situation, it was her job to make the time, so Sarah did. She’d grabbed a bottle of red wine on her way over to Jiya’s -- mostly to replace the one she drank last time she stopped by for a wine-and-yoga-pants-night -- and headed over, not even bothering to knock on the door when she arrived. Jiya’s house was her house too, and vice versa. “Helloooo beautiful.” Sarah grinned and greeted Jiya with a hug. It’d been a huge blessing to have Jiya in the same town again. They’d spent so much time apart, getting by on video chats and very, very long email chains, a constant stream of text messages and gifs sent back and forth, but it wasn’t the same as actually seeing her best friend face to face. When she stepped back, she held the bottle up. “Replacement from last time. Oooooor something to drink, y’know, whenever.” Jiya gladly gave her a hug back, and it was those moments when she was so relieved that they were back in the same town again. Being apart for so many years wasn’t impossible but it was torture, especially when most of their childhood had been spent in each other’s companies for so long. “I guess I don’t have to walk all the way to the kitchen now.” She gestured toward the living room where she had been sitting before. “We got the room to ourselves, not sure if anyone else is about to join but we can get started.” She paused before adding with a shake of her head, “yes, it was that kind of shift.” “Ugh,” Sarah groaned, wincing sympathetically. She’d heard enough about those nights that she already had a general idea of what Jiya meant. “Good thing I brought some re-enforcements.” If no one else joined, that was fine with Sarah. Not that she had anything against Jiya’s housemates, of course. Jiya had good taste, after all. It was more that sometimes, she got the feeling that her best friend needed her, and in those moments, she hoped for privacy, even if they had Halloween parties to plan. “Wanna talk about it?” Jiya fell back into her previous spot on the couch, settling in and waiting for Sarah to join before she opened the bottle. She hadn’t gone all the way to the kitchen to get them but heck, if they drank straight out of the bottle, that was fine with her! “It was weird. Like it had all happened before, more of a memory than a dream. But, that’s not possible unless I lived a different life?” She cringed at how that sounded. “Okay, that just made me think of reincarnation or something, and I can hear Mom’s ‘I told you so’s as far as religion goes.” Jiya was an athiest. Her parents were obviously not. Religion was one topic they consistently clashed over. “Seriously, though, that’s exactly how it felt. Weirdly vivid, right? Never had one of those before.” Well, actually, she had. This was the second time around, with the first being her meeting someone named Leo for the first time. Sarah’s eyes widened a little as Jiya explained what had happened to her. If her friend had mentioned it a few months earlier, Sarah might have blown it off entirely, but now? Now, she could relate to what Jiya was feeling. “I can hear your mom’s voice, too. I can hear my mom’s alongside her.” The biggest thing their moms had in common was religion -- not, specifically, what they believed in but that they believed in something, and held fiercely onto it. They had a lot more in common than they probably realized, Sarah thought. “I had one of those, too.” She needed some liquid courage (or at least needed to pretend she did), so she leaned forward and reached for the bottle, taking a swig before handing it back. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” That worked just fine for Jiya. If there was anyone who wouldn’t think her dreams were too out of this world weird -- or would, but would laugh about them with her without thinking she needed to go to a psych ward -- it was Sarah. “I was in a place I didn’t belong,” she started, taking the bottle and placing it on her knee as she spoke. “I mean, some sort of shady government facility, and I knew I had to be there because of a mission, but at the same time, it wasn’t my kind of government facility. Not the one that I’d ever want to be in. In reality and in my dream world. I kept feeling incredibly uneasy the entire time.” What Jiya was saying sounded so familiar, Sarah thought. Different, but familiar. She’d been in a place she didn’t think she belonged, too. She hadn’t even really belonged there in the dream, either, but it made slightly more sense there than it did in her real life. She remembered training -- running, climbing poles, more running -- and she remembered a woman who looked like Margaret, punching out another one of the soldiers. That part, Sarah had decided, was due to her insane crush on Margaret. “Yeah, mine was… a military base, I guess.” Sarah didn’t have any experience with those, so it was a wild guess. “Did you know where you were supposed to be?” |