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allison hargreeves (hauntedbywhatif) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Margaritas? That with the hair only confirmed Klaus was definitely from the future. There would have been no promised margaritas a week ago or any time since they were 17. Pulling the notebook and pen from her back pocket, she scribbled three words before holding it out for him to read.

NOT HOME,
GOODLAND

There would be a paper somewhere... Looking in the direction he'd come from, she spotted it and chased it down before the wind could take it away. Handing it to him, she flipped the page in her notebook so she could write while he read.

FIVE, VANYA, LUTHER HERE, TOO.
ALTERNATE DIMENSION,
EVERYONE FROM DIFFERENT TIMES.
I LIKE YOUR HAIR

Studying him carefully, she tried to gauge how he was taking it. Sure, their lives were already weird, but that didn't mean he'd accept it. Then again, she had no idea how drunk or drugged out he might be at the moment, either. She wished one of the others was there; they'd been here longer or remembered being here, whereas she was still figuring it all out. After he'd read her most recent note, she flipped the page once more, giving him a wobbly smile as she held it out.

I MISSED YOU