[pre-play: reunion]

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I've seen a lot of really crazy things lately, not least of which involved a trip crashlanding in 1907, coming home to the present and then running smack dab into the middle of a full on intergalactic invasion, so this shouldn't be anything. I mean, all I've done is change locations. Dimensions, maybe. I'm still in the present, as far as I can tell

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[apoorupbringing]

"You can get out and sing or dance or whatever while I'm doing laundry but I swear to God, Giz," Chase was saying as he slumped downstairs, "if you get anywhere near that washing machine I will bury you in sand to the tips of your ears, you got me?"

His mogwai cooed up at him.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, shoving a hand in his messenger bag to pet the little freaky creature on the head. He dropped the nylon sack of laundry- not a very full one at that, just the few pieces he couldn't live without, and no he would never admit that to anyone, ever- and glanced over at the girl bent over the clothes box.

"Hope you like day glo," he said.

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"Chase!"

It sort of all happens at once then, the horrific skirt dropping from my hands as I leap to my feet, closing the distance between us to throw my arms around Chase's neck. And no, I'm not about to make my mistakes twice, but it's a relief to see him again when everything since I got here's been telling me I never would. I don't know where the others are - or, for that matter, what that is he was talking to - but at least Chase is here.

Resting my hands against his shoulders, I shake my head and try to catch up with my own thoughts. "I thought it was just me out here."

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Chase staggered back a couple steps, instinctively catching the girl who leapt at his face, and then once there was enough distance between them for him to look at her, and he did look at her, he just stared, blankly.

"...."

Well, she looked like Nico. She sure was Asian enough to be Nico. And she was dressed like Nico. And she was hot, like Nico, like way effing hot, and she knew who he was. So the evidence seemed to be stacked pretty high, here, that the girl who was touching him and looking all like Nico was, in fact, "...Nico?"

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Sinking back on my heels, I raise my brow at him. Is he serious? Like, really? "Uh, yes?"

There's no one else I could be, not unless he thinks I'm some kind of imposter. Although, given what I just left in New York, I guess that's not too far out of the possible.