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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?