Jane Foster (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lorentzian) wrote2013-11-19 01:18 am
lorentzian) wrote2013-11-19 01:18 am
01 ✴ written / action
My name is Jane Foster. And if I'm remembering everything correctly, which I can hardly believe, then I've been here before. That being the case, there are a few people I need to talk to. You'll know who you are.
For those who don't know me, you might remember a spectacularly failed attempt at escaping the enclosure some time ago. (Sorry for the vague time frame. I haven't figured out yet how long I've been gone.) For anyone who arrived after that time, I'm an astrophysicist who specializes in wormholes. Well, it's more complex than that, I also study quantum energy fluctuations and related terrestrial phenomena pretty much all over the world - Earth, I mean. Earth. Earth in 2013, for anyone curious. Sorry, this is getting off topic.
In a nice turn of events, I didn't wake up outside, so no search and rescue needed this time.
I guess, um.
Hi, everyone. Old and new. It's - weird to be back.
[ Once she's done writing that plain, unembellished message, Jane shuts her journal and sighs, staring at the blank wall opposite her. Thank the powers at be for small blessings, like waking up warm and comfortable for once instead of half-frozen on a forest floor.
Since the apartment in which she awoke is one of the unclaimed ones, there's nothing really here for her to make use of - or, alternatively, disturb. So a short while later she is slipping out the door, walking on tip-toe down the halls and stairways, though she'll pause at the entrance of the building. She doesn't relish the idea of going out in the cold barefoot and in only a sundress. So she'll skulk about there, deliberating while checking her journal periodically for responses. Anyone who doesn't immediately strike her as Overtly And Comically Evil will probably get a hello. ]
For those who don't know me, you might remember a spectacularly failed attempt at escaping the enclosure some time ago. (Sorry for the vague time frame. I haven't figured out yet how long I've been gone.) For anyone who arrived after that time, I'm an astrophysicist who specializes in wormholes. Well, it's more complex than that, I also study quantum energy fluctuations and related terrestrial phenomena pretty much all over the world - Earth, I mean. Earth. Earth in 2013, for anyone curious. Sorry, this is getting off topic.
In a nice turn of events, I didn't wake up outside, so no search and rescue needed this time.
I guess, um.
Hi, everyone. Old and new. It's - weird to be back.
[ Once she's done writing that plain, unembellished message, Jane shuts her journal and sighs, staring at the blank wall opposite her. Thank the powers at be for small blessings, like waking up warm and comfortable for once instead of half-frozen on a forest floor.
Since the apartment in which she awoke is one of the unclaimed ones, there's nothing really here for her to make use of - or, alternatively, disturb. So a short while later she is slipping out the door, walking on tip-toe down the halls and stairways, though she'll pause at the entrance of the building. She doesn't relish the idea of going out in the cold barefoot and in only a sundress. So she'll skulk about there, deliberating while checking her journal periodically for responses. Anyone who doesn't immediately strike her as Overtly And Comically Evil will probably get a hello. ]
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[ In other words: don't worry about it, you doofus. She lifts her legs off the floor so she can sit cross-legged on the couch instead. ]
Not that I'm opposed to dinner, either. I'd like that, actually.
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[Billy drags the chip bowl closer to sit on the couch between them; he still hasn't had breakfast, and having a big sister over is the best excuse to avoid a healthy breakfast.]
So what kind of terrible day did you have for this to be a feast, exactly? What happened after you got back home?
[Because seriously why would he want to keep talking about himself by choice. Plus, catching up is totally important, too.]