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Who: Mercedes Jones and Lauren Zizes
What: Mercedes calls Lauren after finding out some news.
Where: Their respective homes, then the diner.
When: Monday night.
Warning: None at the moment.
Mercedes was seated in the middle of her bed, in the middle of her room. She had been organizing her closet, to see exactly what style she had in the fifties. She had found a small shoebox in the corner of her closet, and curious to see what sort of shoes had remained unworn, she pulled the box out and placed it on her bed. Her expectations of finding a new, unworn pair of shoes (even fifties shoes were exciting to Mercedes) were dashed, when she found bits of newspaper, some photographs, and a churchy-looking piece of paper within the box.
Deciding to give these items a second look, since apparently they meant something or else her fifties self wouldn't have kept them, Mercedes went through the box once more. There were pictures of... Bentley? Her older brother Bentley? But she thought Bentley wasn't around in the fifties.
She had to reread the bit of newspaper twice, before the message finally sunk in. She gasped, and dropped the paper. Her hand covered her mouth, and she immediately reached for the phone. She had to know that even this didn't make her crazy. So she dialed Lauren's number, and hoped prayed for Lauren to answer.
What: Mercedes calls Lauren after finding out some news.
Where: Their respective homes, then the diner.
When: Monday night.
Warning: None at the moment.
Mercedes was seated in the middle of her bed, in the middle of her room. She had been organizing her closet, to see exactly what style she had in the fifties. She had found a small shoebox in the corner of her closet, and curious to see what sort of shoes had remained unworn, she pulled the box out and placed it on her bed. Her expectations of finding a new, unworn pair of shoes (even fifties shoes were exciting to Mercedes) were dashed, when she found bits of newspaper, some photographs, and a churchy-looking piece of paper within the box.
Deciding to give these items a second look, since apparently they meant something or else her fifties self wouldn't have kept them, Mercedes went through the box once more. There were pictures of... Bentley? Her older brother Bentley? But she thought Bentley wasn't around in the fifties.
She had to reread the bit of newspaper twice, before the message finally sunk in. She gasped, and dropped the paper. Her hand covered her mouth, and she immediately reached for the phone. She had to know that even this didn't make her crazy. So she dialed Lauren's number, and hoped prayed for Lauren to answer.