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𝚓𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚘𝚗 (deduce) wrote in somerealityrpg,

There had to be something about being stuck in a pocket realm outside your own universe that made people want to make a go of things. Whatever Wesley and his girlfriend were pushing past with the on/off status, Joan doubted it could hold a candle to inter-dimensional kidnapping, after all.

"It's fairly subjective, isn't it?" Fashion of any kind wasn't always for everyone, Joan could count the number of friends she had whom she believed were blind to their own colour wheels. Joan was just lucky her mother was far better at dressing Joan when she was younger.

Clearly, she'd definitely remembered him from passing instances with Elena, and it seemed like the commonality shifted something, maybe the awkwardness of new friends. "I have to stop by their place later anyway," Arthur was having a playdate at his favourite aunt and uncle's after all, "we could absolutely stop by together."

"Are you from their world or just meet them here?" Elena and Damon's reality seemed utterly confusing, although Joan came to accept magic and vampires and the like, it wasn't as if her logical brain wasn't already trying to get around inter-dimensional travel and doubles of people.