RP: This wasn't New York Who: Jaime, Mal What: Arrival Where: Somewhere nearish the campus When: Now. Right now? Now. Warning: Jaime has a mouth. And she likes to use it to swear
She'd been about to crash on one of the benches. "Her" bench, such as it was. The one she frequented frequently because it was comfy - it was the sort that dipped down a little. She wasn't planning on spending the night there - too cold, this time of year - but she was going to snag a nap while the sun was still up.
And mid-motion, she'd suddenly been ... somewhere else. The bench was gone. The city was gone. The smell was gone, for all that. Slightly panicked, Jaime pivoted. Pale blue eyes widened as she searched around for anyone who could alter her reality like that. So quickly. For a longer, more panicked moment, she thought they'd found her again, that they were going to drag her back to the hospital, but ... no. They moved faster than that. She'd be drugged by now if this was about her.
Plus, it didn't have the confined feel of the one time she'd had reality warped around her.
So that meant ... what, exactly? She'd developed spontaneous teleportation? Unlikely. She'd just been thinking 'nap' and 'bench' not 'hey, let's pop into some alternate world'. Or ... some different state. Think smaller.
...yeah, it still didn't make any sense.
Jaime plunked down onto the grass, and thought. Hard. The situation was simple. She had to find shelter, and the easiest way to do that was find ... the slums. The ghetto part of the neighborhood. Or, proposition someone to spend the night in their house. Apartment. Dorm. Whatever. To do that though, she should clean up first.
Plan in mind, Jaime pushed up to her feet and found the nearest public restroom. She did what she could about her hair and face. Nothing to do about the lack of meat on her bones or the state of her clothes, but hey. Once she got to the person's place, she could shower and borrow their clothes. Or be naked, if negotiations involved sex, which she wasn't against to get a place to stay.
Sighing, she stepped out of the restroom and began to prowl for likely looking victims. Spying a middle aged guy by himself, Jaime sauntered over, light smile in place. "Hey," she called lightly to him.