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What: Tia comes to Aternaville
Who: Tia and OPEN
Where: Downtown
When: This afternoon
Status: Incomplete and open
Rating: Low
It was a sad ride from the Malones' house to the foster home. Tia had been especially close to her adoptive mother, the woman she called Mama Malone, and Tia always found it very hard to let go of anyone or anything she cared about. This wasn't the first time she'd lost her parents, though she had been too young to remember her birth parents' names or what they looked like. She remembered little tiny bits of things about them, though, unlike Tony, who didn't seem to remember anything about their birth parents at all even though he was older than she was.
Maybe because she wasn't looking forward to what was going to happen next, Tia fell asleep in the van, her head resting against the window. She was dreaming about having a horse of her very own when something jolted her. It didn't feel like the van stopping. It felt somehow indescribable, which is what woke her...the sense of strangeness.
When she opened her eyes, Tia was in another car, a small one. It wasn't the van to the foster home at all, and when Tia looked around, Tony wasn't with her. She felt a flash of panic. Unusual things happened to her and Tony more than to other people, as far as Tia knew, but nothing ever happened to her that didn't happen to her brother. Tia unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out of the car.
Tony? she thought, trying to contact him in the old familiar way, the way she'd talked to him since before she could speak aloud. Tony, this isn't funny. Where are you? But it was different this time. She couldn't feel him with her mind, not even from far away. He wasn't there. He couldn't hear her.
In desperation, Tia made her mental voice louder, which meant that any psychically inclined person could have heard her. Tia had never met anybody else psychic besides Tony, though, so she assumed it was safe. Tony, you're scaring me! Please!
Who: Tia and OPEN
Where: Downtown
When: This afternoon
Status: Incomplete and open
Rating: Low
It was a sad ride from the Malones' house to the foster home. Tia had been especially close to her adoptive mother, the woman she called Mama Malone, and Tia always found it very hard to let go of anyone or anything she cared about. This wasn't the first time she'd lost her parents, though she had been too young to remember her birth parents' names or what they looked like. She remembered little tiny bits of things about them, though, unlike Tony, who didn't seem to remember anything about their birth parents at all even though he was older than she was.
Maybe because she wasn't looking forward to what was going to happen next, Tia fell asleep in the van, her head resting against the window. She was dreaming about having a horse of her very own when something jolted her. It didn't feel like the van stopping. It felt somehow indescribable, which is what woke her...the sense of strangeness.
When she opened her eyes, Tia was in another car, a small one. It wasn't the van to the foster home at all, and when Tia looked around, Tony wasn't with her. She felt a flash of panic. Unusual things happened to her and Tony more than to other people, as far as Tia knew, but nothing ever happened to her that didn't happen to her brother. Tia unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out of the car.
Tony? she thought, trying to contact him in the old familiar way, the way she'd talked to him since before she could speak aloud. Tony, this isn't funny. Where are you? But it was different this time. She couldn't feel him with her mind, not even from far away. He wasn't there. He couldn't hear her.
In desperation, Tia made her mental voice louder, which meant that any psychically inclined person could have heard her. Tia had never met anybody else psychic besides Tony, though, so she assumed it was safe. Tony, you're scaring me! Please!