What happened

Dirving to Emerson to see Ned had never caused any sort of problem before - well, ecxluding any of the times Nancy found mysteries on campus that implicated any of Ned's friends. No, the drive itself was usually uneventful, and by now Nancy knew it like the back of her hand.

So that did not explain why she currently had no idea where she was. She knew for certain she hadn't missed a turn, or turned too soon, or headed the wrong direction or anything that might explain why she was nowhere near Emerson College now. Her fingers tightened on the steeringwhell of herblue Mustang Convertible as she looked around for anything that might seem familiar.

Nothing. In fact the more she drove, the more worried she grew, especially since the part of town she was in - whatever town it was - seemd as though there'd been some impressive gunplay just recently. Sharp eyes scanned the areas gliding by her window, alsmot as if memorizing details.

The first chance she got, she needed to find a slightly more safe neighborhood, and then, find someone to ask questions. A few minutes more down the road, she saw open park, not large or very inviting, but there were people walking about there. Maybe someone knew which way she should go to get back to the highway at least. She turned off the ignition and climbed out of the car, looking for someone to talk to.

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ooc: I'm using the posts I put on my app simply because it does establish how Veronica got there and her initial reaction to it. But I'm working on something to grab Babs' attention:)

Okay, I’ve seen weird – and I mean weird -- before. But this is just crazy.

So let’s say, for arguments sake, that it’s New Years. You didn’t hit the bottle, although the day certainly warranted it, so you know that you’re not drunk as a fish. And you’re pretty sure that you’re not a certified loony... yet. So when you wake up and find out that your apartment isn’t where it was the night before? What the hell does that mean? Because the only explanations I have are 'crazy' and 'still sleeping.' Though I did pinch myself a few times for good measure.

Backup sure isn’t taking the change of scenery too well; not that I blame him. Whatever this place is, it’s not the sort of place that makes you feel welcome and safe. Then again, Neptune doesn’t really make me feel welcome or safe either, so I guess it’s just out of the frying pan and into the fire, right?

Now the normal reaction to this would be to find a way home – assuming that this isn’t home. Because... I really don’t know what to call it. But, hey, if I’m here, I kind of want to know why. Or at least how. None of that click your ruby slippers together three times, Veronica, and say there’s no place like home.

Because, Backup, we are definitely not in Neptune anymore.

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