Sweet. Give me like an hour tho I'm not in the city atm.
That's all she has to say about that. No point broadcasting her current location or the name of the person offering her refuge when she doesn't know who could intercept the text message.
The nice thing about living in a city with decent public transportation is that she does not need a car to make the 20-mile journey from the suburbs to the city proper. 'Like' an hour ends up being precisely one hour and 17 minutes. Alicia is not yet a talented enough Time Mage to be able to estimate time with any amount of precision. She's glad enough to have found a use for the dead plastic watch she rarely removes from her wrist.
When she comes into the diner she's wearing running shoes and bright skin-revealing clothing a certain Cultist bought for her. Her hair is unrestrained and she's carrying a large handbag slung across her torso.
She's seen Grace before. Takes her a second to put a face in the present to a face in her memory. Maybe she takes a stab in the dark.
"Hey," she says when she arrives at Grace's table. Deadpan as she sits: "The waffles here are the size of your head, I'm pretty excited."
But they're not here for waffles. She's trying very hard to maintain realistic expectations. There is no way in Hell Grace is going to tell her anything good and yet some small part of her hopes. She hasn't killed that small part of her yet.
The sunniness which followed her in disappears: "Did you find Doctor Morgan?"
[Edit: "Smart" is a terrible typo when I meant to say "small" lol fixed it.]
That's all she has to say about that. No point broadcasting her current location or the name of the person offering her refuge when she doesn't know who could intercept the text message.
The nice thing about living in a city with decent public transportation is that she does not need a car to make the 20-mile journey from the suburbs to the city proper. 'Like' an hour ends up being precisely one hour and 17 minutes. Alicia is not yet a talented enough Time Mage to be able to estimate time with any amount of precision. She's glad enough to have found a use for the dead plastic watch she rarely removes from her wrist.
When she comes into the diner she's wearing running shoes and bright skin-revealing clothing a certain Cultist bought for her. Her hair is unrestrained and she's carrying a large handbag slung across her torso.
She's seen Grace before. Takes her a second to put a face in the present to a face in her memory. Maybe she takes a stab in the dark.
"Hey," she says when she arrives at Grace's table. Deadpan as she sits: "The waffles here are the size of your head, I'm pretty excited."
But they're not here for waffles. She's trying very hard to maintain realistic expectations. There is no way in Hell Grace is going to tell her anything good and yet some small part of her hopes. She hasn't killed that small part of her yet.
The sunniness which followed her in disappears: "Did you find Doctor Morgan?"
[Edit: "Smart" is a terrible typo when I meant to say "small" lol fixed it.]
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon