hargh sorry, got social this weekendgothsidekickSeptember 19 2010, 19:20:54 UTC
Magical forces? You mean like --
[She's about to mention 'ghosts,' and instead is cut off in surprise by the Dreamberry. She shakes her head, but as she does, feels a weight in her pocket, and pulls her own out.]
A bell behind her rings as the pizza place's door opens, and a certain familiar boy walks out. He has a pizza box in his hands, and his face is hidden as he struggles to close the lid one-handedly.
Scowling to himself, he stops walking, fumbling with the lid's edges. No, this part goes inside. Inside, not--okay, there. Closing the lid with an accomplished grin, he finds himself looking straight ahead at the person who'd been hidden up until then. He goes very still.
For the first entire couple of seconds, he just deals with a sudden overwhelming sense of familiarity, that he knows this person and that they mean the world to him. When his thoughts finally catch up with him, he has words for what his instincts are screaming at him: best friend. Best friend who he hasn't seen in over a year and a half. Best friend who's gone through so much with him in the past, and who is now finally here. She is here, isn't she? This isn't some kind of cruel illusion
( ... )
The sound in her voice isn't shock or surprise or any sort of overwhelming emotion. Mostly just a mild relief, really, and she smiles widely at him before glancing from side to side, struggling to make a little more sense of the situation.
"Have you found Tuck, yet?"
She stretches up, stands on her tiptoes to peer over Danny's shoulder as if Tucker might be hiding there, and then drops back down to blink at him. The fact that he's holding a pizza -- or that he's not in the same clothes he was wearing about six minutes ago -- doesn't really register with her yet.
"Have I found Tucker?" Danny repeats incredulously, not even seeming to understand the question. Where Sam is mildly affected, Danny's mind has been blown: Sam's here. Now, is she an illusion, or is she real?
Suddenly he has to make sure. He needs to know if this is really his friend, and that she's solid. Starting towards her, his vague notion of patting her arm from afar somehow gets mixed up in translation and becomes him throwing his arms around her in a rushed, desperately glad hug. (And yes, he's completely ignoring how this must seem to the fresh-from-their-homeworld-Sam.)
"Sam, you're here! I mean, you're actually here, even after so much time with no one else coming!"
Well, something is obviously not right. Had Danny hit his head? Had something happened to him? She lifts her arms a little awkwardly to gingerly pat him on the back. "Why wouldn't I be here? Didn't something just --"
Wait.
Why did Danny have a pizza?
She steps back then, shaking her head from side to side and making a vain attempt at collecting herself. "Danny, what's going on?"
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[This doesn't make any sense.]
I don't feel like I'm dreaming.
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Although she did look lost. And heroes always help out those in need!*
Yo, need some help there?
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Yeah. Would you mind starting off by telling me where the heck I am?
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*- Hmm, yep. This girl was American all right. She really might be related to Danny after all.*
And you probably have been dumped here by magical forces and whatnot. You got one of these things right? *takes out his sleek silver Dreamberry.*
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[She's about to mention 'ghosts,' and instead is cut off in surprise by the Dreamberry. She shakes her head, but as she does, feels a weight in her pocket, and pulls her own out.]
.. I guess I do. What is this thing? A phone?
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Scowling to himself, he stops walking, fumbling with the lid's edges. No, this part goes inside. Inside, not--okay, there. Closing the lid with an accomplished grin, he finds himself looking straight ahead at the person who'd been hidden up until then. He goes very still.
For the first entire couple of seconds, he just deals with a sudden overwhelming sense of familiarity, that he knows this person and that they mean the world to him. When his thoughts finally catch up with him, he has words for what his instincts are screaming at him: best friend. Best friend who he hasn't seen in over a year and a half. Best friend who's gone through so much with him in the past, and who is now finally here. She is here, isn't she? This isn't some kind of cruel illusion ( ... )
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The sound in her voice isn't shock or surprise or any sort of overwhelming emotion. Mostly just a mild relief, really, and she smiles widely at him before glancing from side to side, struggling to make a little more sense of the situation.
"Have you found Tuck, yet?"
She stretches up, stands on her tiptoes to peer over Danny's shoulder as if Tucker might be hiding there, and then drops back down to blink at him. The fact that he's holding a pizza -- or that he's not in the same clothes he was wearing about six minutes ago -- doesn't really register with her yet.
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Suddenly he has to make sure. He needs to know if this is really his friend, and that she's solid. Starting towards her, his vague notion of patting her arm from afar somehow gets mixed up in translation and becomes him throwing his arms around her in a rushed, desperately glad hug. (And yes, he's completely ignoring how this must seem to the fresh-from-their-homeworld-Sam.)
"Sam, you're here! I mean, you're actually here, even after so much time with no one else coming!"
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Wait.
Why did Danny have a pizza?
She steps back then, shaking her head from side to side and making a vain attempt at collecting herself. "Danny, what's going on?"
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