log; marvel & druid WHO: Marvel & Vic WHEN: Monday, April 13th WHERE: Vic and Milo's house WHAT: Marvel gets all de-aged. Fun stuff.
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When Marvel had first gone poking through her phone, she thought the photos in the gallery were of someone else. There was a woman who was obviously her, but the dark haired, blue eyed man was... who, a boyfriend? Clearly a boyfriend she never texted and never emailed, a boyfriend she didn't take photos with. Maybe an ex, then?
She didn't realize she could go through the internet on the phone, but there was a laptop left open on her desk that was probably hers, too -- and it was, with all of her passwords saved or keyed in on the web pages that were left up.
Marvel was clearly too young to know the cardinal rule of the internet: never Google yourself.
By the time she called Vic, she was transfixed by the image gallery attached to her name. Pulling herself away so she could go downstairs and leave the house (her house, her future house), her future phone gripped so tight in her hand that she risked breaking it. Since Vic was the only person who was both a few houses away and waving at her, he was immediately easy to spot, and as she walked down the street and got closer it was clear just how much time she'd missed.
Vic really was big. And beardy. She was used to some awkward almost-teenager who followed her around like a duck. Now he was an adult, finally taller than she was, and Marvel suddenly felt very small and out of place, like she'd pulled a Steve Rogers and slept through her life.