Zed Martin (dontcallmemary) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-08-25 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2018 august, ~25 points, ~~john constantine (laughingmage), ~~zed martin (dontcallmemary), ~~~~ sara lance (thecanary) |
Who: Zed Martin, John Constantine, Sara Lance
Where: Verdant
When: 8/25, after this
What: Making Friends and Influencing People?
Warnings: tbd, but probably language
Status: Closed | In Progress
Zed's head was really starting to hurt, and she was pretty sure it wasn't wholly the fault of the tumor in her brain. As she walked down the street, taking in everything, she thought about what Sara had said, and John. Pulling out her phone, she looked at the messages again as if they would have changed between the brief conversation and now. His last three words hurt. Not my Zed. She hadn't expected something like that to hurt quite so much, but she was ignoring that pain for now, instead focusing on the fact that somehow John was here and didn't seem to recognize her.
When she reached the nightclub, Zed tucked the phone back into the pocket of her jeans, shook her dark curls back from her face, then headed inside. It was now or never, and she wasn't prepared to deal with this whole "multidimensional nexus" without a friend.