Who: Fred (Elsa), Dominic, and Parker What: Fred sees a "friendly face" before Elsa comes back When: Wednesday, evening Where: A quiet restaurant in London Warnings: Possible craziness all round.
Fred was beginning to question her decision. She was beginning to question her reasons and reasoning. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. At the very least, she shouldn't have invited the other...person along. Woman, man, what was she supposed to think of this Dom/Delirium person? Was Wesley in love with...Delirium was a girl right? Well, she was crazy, insanity incarnate could she be a he or a she? Was that what she/he/it was? The physicist in a stolen body wanted to stomp her feet and go right back to LA. LA was safe. Elsa's apartment seemed even better.
She stood there in her stolen body, in her stolen clothes, holding her stolen umbrella, waiting. It'd taken some digging to find something Fred wouldnt' feel too uncomfortable in. The jeans were low slung; the shirt was a layer of filmy stuff over a camisole that kept what needed to be covered covered. The shoes were high end tennis shoes meant to be put on a shelf rather than worn on a dirty street, or at least worn around a shoe fetishist's house.
She'd managed to find a small place to stay that wasn't too expensive. And thankfully, she'd arrived early enough that she could walk around a little before settling into wait in front of the restaurant. At least she'd found Spike. Not that she expected anything from him; she'd found him. Or the woman he was in.
This would be okay. She didn't need to hide. She was strong, and she could do this.