eastbound | [audio] un: nah (forward-dated to the 3rd)

So turns out the beacon can swallow you up and spit you right back out after several decades in your own world - in case everyone else is as unaware of that being a possibility as I was.

Name's Red for those of you who didn't know me before when I was teenage-shaped and brand spankin' new to life. For those who did, sorry for the awkward, weird social situation the beacon's just created for us. Now that I'm wiser-to-life, I feel it's better to be up front about some things. I can see people's souls, auras, whatever you wanna call 'em. So I know a lot about someone from the get-go, and I can't turn it on and off.

So there's some options:

A) I can tell you what I see when I meet you in full detail so you know what I know.

B) We both pretend like I don't see shit. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, it's a fun little coping mechanism.

C) My ability malfunctions - can't control this but it happens here.

D) I can make some colorful description up, and we roll with it, cause why not? Live your dreams.

If you got a preference, let me know or I'll assume B is it. I'll be at the bar, drinking about a thousand drinks, and grappling with sudden onslaught of memories and emotions and all that messy fun shit. Cheers, and Happy Train day.

( OOC: Open to network responses and/or action spam. If you want Red to see your chars' aura at some point, feel free to fill it permissions here - I assume her ability just doesn't work if there's nothing filled out so no worries regardless. :) If you already filled it out on her old journal, no need to fill it out again! )

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( Red smiles crooked and quiet, takes a long drink from her glass - she doesn't need to see Hermione in person now to remember, because her aura alone became a comfort to her, became something she would seek out. )

...a warm candle lit in a library - y'know the kind, smell of books, sound of silence other than the pages being flipped through and people shifting in their seats. Beyond the walls there was a storm brewing. ( She taps the outside of her glass briefly. ) But bright and steady.

With these occasional flickers of self doubt through it all.

[ That leaves her a little speechless, and the flickers of self-doubt packs a punch, but she feels mostly...nice. Good. ]

I'm surprise you weren't frustrated by the whole...silent library mood.

...quite the opposite.

It was a comfort to me. I'd seek you out whenever I could. Not just cause of your aura. But cause of you.

And now? [ A moment of hesitation. Flickers of self-doubt. ] Is it awkward, with the fact that you've experienced years and years away from here and time stayed put for us?

It is fuckin' weird to be back with all the time differences and livin' a whole ass life and forgetting but remembering again, but think it'll just take some adjusting, y'know? Not exactly a guide book for this.

But I'm very happy to see you. ( She sends her an easy smile as she senses that self-doubt creeping up in her. ) That's never gonna change.

[ This smile is less tentative. She holds her hand up in the universal 'hold on for a second', before disconnecting the video just long enough to send Red her cabin number. Then she's back. ] For when you've adjusted enough - which hopefully will be soon? I'm not going to not give you a hug, just because you look different and have significantly better hair than me. You're still Red.

[ Albeit a Red that likes whiskey a lot. ]

Now that's sellin' your own hair too short, Hermione. ( But Red makes note of the number for her room, scribbling it down so she won't forget. ) Thanks. I am still Red, and... I'd like that hug.

( She's remembering that part of it all too - the physical affection, the friendship and companionship and all the rest. )

I'll stop by soon.

[audio] un: nah (forward-dated to the 3rd)

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