Who: Romi and Rose Z. What: Romi needs to either make sense of this place or drink it away When: the evening of her arrival Where: Beginning in the town garden and moving to the pub
One thing was certain, Romilda didn't recognize the space she'd been tossed into. One moment she had excused herself to the restroom after asking Greg to get rid of a bloke with wandering hands who didn't think no was the proper answer to his advances and then next she was sitting in the middle of a random garden in the bright sun light of a waning day. While checking her pockets for her wand, Romi had found a journal of sorts and immediately reached out to the only people that she thought would have answers. Unfortunately, she'd been lambasted with complete chaos that made absolutely no sense.
Soon enough though, Rose had jumped in and said she'd be there to explain it all. So now, here she sat on a bench awaiting the arrival of her friend and hopefully a few more answers.