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[mm_ali]

Open the apartment door, step in, drop keys on the coffee table.

At least, that's what I'd planned.

I wasn't anywhere I wanted to be.

"Adam, I swear, if this is one of your jokes...."

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[mm_quinby]

Adam looks up from a paper he's pondering. "Ali, if I tried to make this up, Mark would kill me for messing up the building."

[mm_ali]

"Point. Guess he's not the only one who gets stuck--where the hell are we, anyway?"

[mm_quinby]

"Hell if I know. Kyle was around earlier, and some girl who looked like Quin, but was running around with a sketchbook."

[mm_ali]

"Great." Noticing the bar, I head over and get a beer--it's been a long day. "Caitlin was back at work today. She didn't look good."

[hermit_of]

So you know how everyone needs a mental health day sometimes?
College is being vaguely frustrating, and Mark's busy for too much of the day tp be of overmuch help, so Angel's taking matters into his own hands. And he wasn't expecting a... whatever the hell this place is, but there are interesting-looking people and it's not on Juilliard's campus, so it'll work.
He looks up when the girl comes in, but doesn't offer commentary, since he has no real idea what's going on either.

[mm_ali]

Not every day my apartment turns into...hell. I have no words to describe it.

I start looking around and, well, Angel is hard to miss. I've watched Connections often enough, and got to talk to him in Santa Fe.

"Angel?"

[hermit_of]

"...Have we met and I'm just not remembering it?"
College must be eating his brain, that's it. And there's a thing, Angel might look slightly younger than Ali's expecting...

[mm_ali]

"On set in--" And I stop speaking, noticing that he looks...young. Younger than she last saw him.

"This will probably sound weird, but what year is it for you?"

Hell, it's worth a shot.