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fandomtownies2005-12-21 04:32 pm
chasingangela) wrote in fandomtownies2005-12-21 04:32 pm
Town Hall, Wednesday afternoon
Angela Chase is confused.
Very confused.
One second, she was taking a coffee break; the next, she was in some kind of library or bookstore and a giant weather balloon was ... vibrating ... in front of her.
She did the logical thing and screamed, and the big white ball overwhelmed her and somehow picked her up and dropped her on the steps of some kind of civic building. It, like the town around it, look almost familiar -- if she could only remember.
She looks down at herself; she isn't bleeding, though a part of her would appreciate the logical explanation an accident would provide. She also isn't dressed to be outside, and the December air bites through her thin sweater. Nor, she realizes with some dismay, does she have her purse or cell phone.
Drawing the sweater closer around herself, she begins to walk down the street, looking for someone, anyone, who can explain what's going on.
OOC: Due to *fingerwiggle* magical reasons (it was dumb of her, going into special collections without gloves), the Angela you know is gone for now. The one who's here left FH after zombie weekend, went back to Pennsylvania, and, oh yeah, is 26 years old and has absolutely no idea about anything that's going on. The thing that might clue you in that something's up? Her hair is back to a more-or-less-natural light brown, instead of the familiar red.
Help a girl out?
Very confused.
One second, she was taking a coffee break; the next, she was in some kind of library or bookstore and a giant weather balloon was ... vibrating ... in front of her.
She did the logical thing and screamed, and the big white ball overwhelmed her and somehow picked her up and dropped her on the steps of some kind of civic building. It, like the town around it, look almost familiar -- if she could only remember.
She looks down at herself; she isn't bleeding, though a part of her would appreciate the logical explanation an accident would provide. She also isn't dressed to be outside, and the December air bites through her thin sweater. Nor, she realizes with some dismay, does she have her purse or cell phone.
Drawing the sweater closer around herself, she begins to walk down the street, looking for someone, anyone, who can explain what's going on.
OOC: Due to *fingerwiggle* magical reasons (it was dumb of her, going into special collections without gloves), the Angela you know is gone for now. The one who's here left FH after zombie weekend, went back to Pennsylvania, and, oh yeah, is 26 years old and has absolutely no idea about anything that's going on. The thing that might clue you in that something's up? Her hair is back to a more-or-less-natural light brown, instead of the familiar red.
Help a girl out?
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Okay this is FH, it was probably just one of those wierd things.
"Hey you new in town?" she asks
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The girl reminds her of someone she knew once, but looks way, way too young.
Shrugging it off, she dials her fiancé's number and gets a "This number is disconnected," message. "Hmm," she frowns, and redials, getting the same result twice more before deciding she must have forgotten the number somehow.
Then she tries her mom and gets a pizza parlor.
Then she tries her boss and gets endless ringing. Then she tries her sister's dorm room and gets another disconnected message. Her dad's restaurant? A hardware store.
And so on.
She hands the phone back to Paige. "It's weird, it won't work for me. I must be an idiot, but can you dial? Try 412-555-8830. Ask for James."
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"Only half actually," she says in reply to the angel comment.
Paige takes the phone and dials the number Angela's just given her, that number's also dead, she figures should probably phone Marty really, or try to get her up to the school to the clinic only what can they do?
"Sorry the line's dead for that number too, who's James?" she asks mentally freaking out ever so slightly
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"Paige, where are we?"
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okay before you overreact just check, it might be a weird coincedence
"Your surname's Chase right?" she asks
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Then it clicks. "Fandom. This is that freaky place with the zombies and the demons and the gremlins, right? I went to school here for, like, a second."
She rubs her forehead. "You look like a girl I hung out with a little."
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"Erm I'm thinking maybe we should go to clinic or..." she pauses "I could call Marty," she suggests he generally kept a straight head with things like this,well she thought she did anyway
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"I'm not hurt, we can skip the clinic. Who's Marty?" Angela is already walking again. "I think I need a drink. Where's the bar?"
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"Marty's your boyfriend, again I think, we've hung out for a while. There's Spike's pub and the karaoke bar, both are down there," she says pointing, "I can't really go in though, for various reasons, like I'm sixteen!"
She sighs, she really doesn't want to leave Angela alone until she knows what the hell's going on.
((ooc- argh I must go to bed now, so very very sorry, Paige is gonna call Marty though))
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She looks down the street Paige is pointing down. "I'm not 16, so I'll go get a drink. See you later. Or -" Angela looks confused "Possibly earlier? Younger? This is weird."
She waves and heads toward the bars.
[OOC: NP, thanks for helping!]
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This was not good!
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At least it seems like wherever she is, people care about her...