Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} frelsi) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2018-04-18 06:28:00 |
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What: Pleistocene Epoch Plot
When: 18 April
Where: Pleistocene dreamscape
Warnings: Should be low
Status: Thread | Complete
In a week, Freya would be in Jordan and she was finally on track at work - meaning that she was on the schedule she initially used when she had to prepare for such trips. Of course she also had gone to an earlier yoga session than she normally went to, in order to get to work earlier than usual just to make sure that nothing came up that would require more time and see what she could delegate. Once in the office, she first went and made herself some tea and then headed to her specific office and looked at the stake of files she needed to go over by week's end. Three days, that was nothing. She had this. Easy.
In theory. Because suddenly, despite the tea mug in her hand? Freya was no longer at her desk and instead she was outside. No signs of the city, no white noise that was normal - cars, trains, people talking. Everything that got tuned out because it was just part of life.
"What the..."
Freya was used to Orange County strangeness. Even before her powers had transferred over, she'd had to deal with things. Like fighting demons with a frying pan. Now she was out in the open with a cup of tea. Because of course she was. Looking around, the blonde shielded her eyes and scanned the area. There had to be a way to get back. She had way too much work to get done.