Things get worse before they get better, but this is a worse that feels too big.

[redwinekindofgirl]

Who: Julie & you, maybe?
What: After flickering out into a canon update and back, Julie isn't having a good time
Where: Anchor, throughout
When: Mid-March

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i. the glitch

It only takes a moment. She's walking up to the agriculture level when she seems to flicker in place, like a bad television signal, then suddenly her clothes are different and the mostly-healed wound of her amputated finger is fresh and bandaged over again, and she's dirty and red-eyed and--

She looks around like she doesn't know where she is, straightens up from the strange posture she'd re-entered in.

"No," she says. Quietly at first, then again, louder, panicked, until she's running blindly across the levels of Anchor like something is chasing her. Looking for a way out. Any way out. Now and then she pauses, feverishly tapping at a computer screen. At least once, she punches one and yells.

Just let her out.

ii. the aftermath

Julie is sitting in the park, by the lake, and she is drunk. There's no sign of the small cat which has been trailing her around since those odd blob-creatures showed up (though it's around, somewhere), and she's petting a small blue-white dragon shaped creature that has its head draped over her thigh.

She appears to be a little over half way through a bottle of tequila, and is possibly not capable of walking as the only reason she is still sitting down. Her eyes are still red, and though her jaw is tense she hiccups back something that sounds like a sob every now and then.

Join her? Try to... quietly sneak past?

(Run the hell away?)

Comments

Option 2

[nothinglikefather]

The park is a place Jacob often finds himself, whether it's because of the giant plant or the fact it's the landing point of so many of his Leaps, or simply for the fact it's the most pleasent spot in the place. It's also the place things tend to happen, and he's always gravitated towards trouble.

And this woman sat drunkenly on the grass? Looks like trouble.

But when he gets closer, close enough to hear that little sob-hiccup-bump, maybe he feels a little bit of empathy for her. He's tried to drink his problems away before too.

He moves to crouch close to her, arms resting on his knees as he glances from her to the dragon to the bottle, and back again.

"You alright miss?"

Of course she isn't. But he's not about to make her day harder if she doesn't want the company of a man dressed in a Victorian top hat and box coat.