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[walkswithheroes]

When the last time you were stuck somewhere against your will maxed out at five years, a measly four months stuck in an alternate dimension is nothing. Especially not when there's a regular supply of money and a place to stay and someone Fred knows from home around. It's more than a few steps up from living in a cave.

Though, all of that doesn't mean that Darrow's stopped feeling like some weird place that Fred can't wait to figure out how to leave. Even without much success, she's kept up trying to figure Darrow out. Which is why she's holed up in a booth in a diner near Chelsea Cloisters, a small stack of books on the seat next to her while she flips through a book on magic that she's found in the back of one of Darrow's libraries.

There's a cup of coffee next to her that's gone cold, but every time she remembers to ask for a refill, Fred's distracted by something else in her book.

Just three more pages and she'll flag down a waitress.

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[uncannyaim]

Andrea realizes pretty quickly she's not going to get Fred's attention by waving at her from across the diner, so rather than head to a booth of her own, she crosses to where Fred is sitting. For a second, she considers whether or not it's rude to just sit down without an invitation, but she figures Fred probably won't mind much.

"Hey," she says, sliding into the booth across from her, surveying the books she's got. Andrea is pretty sure the book Fred is currently reading is about magic and even though she's dealt with zombies and this place, the idea of magic is still so foreign to her. "Homework?" she asks with a smile.

[officerjason]

Sometimes it worries Jason how much easier being a cop in this weird bizarro town is than being a cop back in, well, his own weird bizarro town. Right now, he's actually on a real coffee break, heading into a diner where no one knows him as anything but Officer Stackhouse.

Being Officer Stackhouse sure beats being Jason Stackhouse.

He spots Fred, a familiar face, and is about to greet her when he see all those books.

And then he can't move. He's slammed in the gut by the weird feeling he's seen this before.

He's seen this before, except-- the edges of his vision are rounded out and the light is warm, and he's pulling her away from books, kissing her mouth, keeping her close.

"...holy shit," he whispers, and then the feeling passes.

[bloodyanimal]

Though it might seem unpleasant to her, what had drawn him into the diner that evening was the faint hint of her scent he'd picked up as he'd been strolling past.

Sliding into the booth across from her, he'd picked up one of the laminated menus from behind a sticky napkin holder, frowning as he wondered aloud, "They got wings, you reckon?"