[ Good afternoon, Itinere! There’s a bubbly, smiling blonde on your network.

Wait. No. Make that two blondes. One is a bit more subdued in her smile, but the smile is there none the less. The bubbly blonde waggles her fingers at the screen. ]

Hi. I’m Lucy and--

[ She tilts her head toward the other blonde, pausing almost as if it’s a scripted and rehearsed thing. It’s not, but these two have clearly done this before. ]

And I’m Jill. [ Said other blonde lifts one hand and waves slender fingers. ] And we’re co-dependent alcoholics. [ There’s a moment here to let that rest before it becomes clear that this one’s very dry sense of humor is shining through. ] Wait… kidding.

[ Jill looks sideways to her friend, brow arched. ] Not an AA meeting.

[ Lucy cracks up in a snorting laugh, covering her mouth and nose with one hand for a moment. When she drops her hand, that laughter still lingers in her smile and in her eyes.] Worst place to pick up guys ever.

[ In case anyone was wondering. The co-dependent part is true though. So is the picking up guys at an AA meeting part incidentally.] Now for the important, serious questions.

[ She tries for a serious face, but serious isn’t something Lucy does well. ]

Solids or stripes. [ Jill butts in quickly, pulling off ‘serious’ much better than Lucy does. Although it should be noted that she’d looked pretty serious about her prior AA joke as well. Live and learn. ]

Or, even more important. Why are the doors locked? [ You know, the doors they entered Itinere through that instantly locked behind them. No, they aren’t curious about being here. Strange places seem to be their MO. And at least as far as Jill is concerned, anywhere is better than where she’s been. ] Let me guess… super glue. [ Or magic.

Lucy prefers the super glue solution simple because that’s something they can get around. Magic isn’t something that they can circumvent, at least not by themselves. ]

Even more importantly: are there any Bama fans here? I’ll settle for football fans in general, though if you like Auburn you’re wrong. [ She says this with the most serious of serious faces. ] Next: Curses. Are they a thing here? And coffee houses. Not necessarily together. Definitely not together now that I think about it.

[ Jill’s nose wrinkles as she looks at Lucy again. ] Cursed coffee? Was that necessary? What did the coffee ever do to you?

[ She holds her hand out to Lucy then in the form of a fist, a smile working its way onto her lips while she waits for her friend to bump it. And as if they were in their own world having their own conversation, they say simultaneously: ] Roll tide.

[ooc: Action or network okay. You're liable to get one or both of them ]

Allison has been here for a few days, and she still isn't sure how she wound up here when the last thing she was doing at home was walking through a gate after declaring she was going to save her best friend. Walking through that and into here had, quite literally, saved her life -- but it's not like she knows that. Not yet, anyway. She'd tried to get back, but the door on this side wouldn't budge no matter what she tried ... awesome. Yeah, she's kinda mad about that one.

Today, however, finds Allison starting off for breakfast at a coffee shop because she feels like treating herself to an oversized chocolate chip muffin and iced green tea; she's sitting at a table outdoors, because why not? And yes, yes that is a quiver full of arrows and a bow propped up against the chair she's sitting on. She's planning on getting in some practice after breakfast.

When she finishes her breakfast, she gathers up her bow and quiver, throws away the paper wrapper from her muffin and plastic cup that her tea had been in, and goes to the park. Sticking a paper target (she'd had it tucked into her quiver too) to a tree in a place where there aren't too many people around -- because, while she knows what she's doing and is good at it, accidents can happen, so she's just trying to minimize that risk as much as possible -- she stands a distance away and starts shooting. If anyone finds her here, they might want to wait until she's not about to shoot an arrow before making their presence known, waiting until after she's shot it - though, if they're not approaching her from behind so she can see them coming, she'll lower her weapon.

After the paper target is all done for, she's going to pack up and move on to something lighter, like exploring more of the city. There's a good chance that she'll pop in at least quickly if whatever buildings she passes are clearly not private. Basically, run into her anywhere -- on her way in and out of places, even.

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[OOC: Also ... stay tuned for an open comment to this entry from Chris Argent, who everyone can also hit up if interested. Come meet both of them in here.]