Re: Log: PJ/Steve - Carriage House
Being at camp. Oy. Okay. Somehow she didn't think he meant summer camp. She nodded and looked around the house a little, this had the potential to be just...Real shitty. She didn't know what was going on either. So she said as much... "Steve, I don't know what's going on," she admitted with a bit of a slump in her shoulders and a shake of her head. Because there was no point in acting like she was some kind of brain doctor, or expert on the space time continuum.
"But camp? That was...A really long time ago, man. It's 2018. You're in America. You live in a weird ass town, in a haunted B&B, with a few weird ass people, yours truly included. I mean we're totally awesome weirdos. But friggin' weirdos just the same. I don't know how this happened, or why. But it did, and I'm gonna help you because if I didn't know when or where I was, you'd be figuring it out for me. And I swear there's not actually a dead body in that duffle bag, it's literally just laundry and wrenches." She looked at him. Determined. Determined to do what, she wasn't sure. But she was determined to do something.