Eva Napier (supersanity) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-06-14 14:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, eva napier, olivia dunham |
Dropping in (open)
The last thing Eva remembered was Rayne. Rayne and shoes. A shopping trip turned into a covert intelligence gathering mission. After that, there was nothing. She didn't like the gap in memory, but she knew there had to be something else that went on. Considering the fact that she was now sitting in a diner, staring at somebody she didn't know.
She was less bothered by the fact that nothing was in color.
Eva adjusted her dress, deciding that she wasn't going to freak out about any of this. Not the fact that she was wearing clothes that weren't hers, not the fact that she was pretty sure somebody had given her hair curls. And not the fact that she was pretty sure that she didn't have any money to pay for the coffee sitting on the table in front of her.
She leaned forward, elbows on the table, to speak to her companion.
"So. Any idea what the fuck is going on?"
There was a gasp from the passing waitress at the f-bomb she'd dropped, but Eva made a face at her and didn't apologize. She had never been one for watching her mouth.