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Abby Sciuto (feedmecafpow) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2010-02-10 19:46:00

Entry tags:

abby sciuto, cassidy turner, henriette stillman, soren skwigelf

Who: Abby, Cass, Henn, Soren (or any of said who wish to participate, at least)
What: Getting acquainted…or reacquainted
Where: Cass/Henn/Soren’s abode
When: Mid- afternoon
Warnings: Unlikely to be anything warn worthy
Note: It got a bit long and rambly but I hope this post is okay =)

Ever since Abby had been caught up in the vortex little under a week ago, she had been convinced that, save for being unable to communicate with her former colleagues and friends, her life was about the same as it ever had been. Okay so she was working for a crime lab rather than at NCIS headquarters. And okay so she’d had to clear her wardrobe of the sudden influx of pink that had appeared. And, well, yes, she was going to have to re-redecorate at some point because the vortex had apparently stripped her apartment of everything that had made it hers. But apart from those minor factors, which frankly could have been down to any number of reasons, there had been nothing to make her think that she was anywhere other than present-day Earth.

Then she’d decided to venture online.

Abby and computers had always gone hand in hand, and isolation was never something she handled too well for too long, so it had only been a matter of time before she sought out new people to talk to. Little could she have known that her conversation with Cassidy Turner would reveal the true extent of the insanity she had landed in. The weblink Cass had provided her with had cleared up a lot about why she had a new job and a practically new apartment, and now knowing what she did she was just eternally grateful that she hadn’t been landed with a sudden family. Moreover, Cass had mentioned that he knew her - or at least had known a previous incarnation of her. That had opened up plenty of questions that would be sure to keep Abby occupied for days as she concocted theories and scenarios surrounding the possibility that she might not be the only version of herself in existence.

Still, Cass had seemed nice and between his promise of cookies and Abby’s curiosity to learn more about her new world from someone who had apparently lived there his whole life, she soon agreed to meet with him. Of course, there was also the fact that she would be required to use a Portkey to travel, since Cass lived in London and Abby was still based in Washington, or at least this world’s version of Washington. And far from freaking out about the prospect of teleportation, Abby was excited to find out what it felt like and what its limitations were. Using the information on the welcome website, she made her way to her nearest Portkey, mind already whirring with the possibilities thrown up thanks to the words on that site. Hands trembling with anticipation, she touched the Portkey and almost instantly felt a strange tugging sensation as her body travelled instantly from Washington to a quiet location in London.

Taking a moment to confirm she wasn’t missing any parts, Abby flagged down a passing taxi and climbed in, reading her destination address from the sheet of paper she’d written it down on because for all she had a brilliant mind when it came to some things, directions were not her forte. As the taxi driver took her to her destination, Abby looked out of the window and watched the world go by, wondering if the people she saw were fellow transplants like she was or whether this was all they’d ever known. Before long she had arrived at the address and handed the driver some money, along with a rambling explanation of how she’d just arrived in England and had forgotten to change her money. Whether he genuinely understood or just wanted rid of her, the driver cut her off mid-sentence and told her that it wasn’t a problem and that she could go.

And so she found herself outside an unfamiliar house, bouncing on her heels slightly in excitement at meeting some new people. Or remeeting, on their part. It was all very confusing but fascinating at the same time, and Abby couldn’t wait to know more. Knocking loudly enough to be heard, she carefully tested the door and, as Cass had mentioned, found it open. Raising her voice to be heard over the two dogs who had bounded over as soon as the door had opened, she called out, "Hey, it's Abby! Anyone home?", hoping that Cass would be there and thus be able to explain her presence there and confirm that she wasn't some random creeper who just walked into people's houses at random.

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1stbornextreme
2010-02-11 03:01 am UTC (link)

The house was oddly homey, and firmly stuck between looking like a cheery Grandpa's house (with old knickknacks of dubious origin and shelves of books in a room near the stairs) and modern (With a large screen LCD tv in the living room, lined with surround sound speakers and a large video game and DVD collection, all perfectly lined up and sorted, and a stripper pole off to the corner of the room), the narrow hall that went back into the kitchen let the scent of freshly baked sugar cookies waft through gently. From the kitchen also came the response of what sounded to be a native Londoner, "Yeah, just a moment, just washing my hands."

Cassidy grabbed his crutches and smiled as he rounded the corner, "Come in, hi." He was about 5'10, skinny, with his hair tied back in a loose ponytail to keep it out of his face while he baked. He wore a pair of loose black slacks with red piping and a tight black velvet shirt, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a modest application of eyeliner. He held out his hand to shake as he finally got to Abby. "I'm Cass, welcome to this variation of earth. Would you like something to eat? Somewhere to sit down?" He wasn't at all surprised to see a lady that truly could pass herself off as Henn without any trouble at all - though she might need full-sclera contact lenses to fully pull it off. "Soren's probably working on his writing, don't know where Henn's got off to, hang on."

That's when he turned his head to face up the stairway, "OI, HENN, GOT A FACE TWIN FOR YOU TO MEET, ABBY'S HERE." And then he chuckled and led the way into the cozy kitchen, where indeed, there was a batch of passive-aggressive cookies waiting for anyone.

	twiceloved 2010-02-11 03:52 am UTC (link)
	Soren entered the room wholly by accident. He was chasing two small dogs - one with an eyepatch - and he skidded to a halt when he saw his husband. "Hey, baby. Hey Not Henn. Hey." He blinked and grinned. "New Abby?" He'd known the other, but not well. (Reply to this)

	twiceloved 2010-02-12 07:30 am UTC (link)
	Soren beamed, sitting on the floor and letting the dogs climb over him. "I'm from here, yeah, but technically this is way in my past. There's a little guy around at my mother's house who's me too, but a lot smaller and more time-appropriate." He smiled and shrugged, not wanting to go too info overload all at once. (Reply to this)