bienvenue au reste de votre vie - The arrival of Spencer Reid

[youcallmespence]

WHO: Dr. Spencer Reid / anyone!
WHAT: Arrival
WHERE: Town Square
WHEN: Day 43, early evening

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[irish_bombshell]

Fiona was confused. Ever since that day in town square with Anthony, strange things seemed to be happening. People claiming to know her that she'd never seen before, her journal talking to her and now, well, she walked through the front door when she'd decided to go out for a walk after dinner.

She hadn't left the house all day for fear that the man from her journal might show up and actually be able to tell her what was going on, but nothing happened and she began to think she'd imagined the whole thing. Finally, she grew stir crazy, and with Anthony off doing his own thing as usual, she decided to take a walk into town and get some fresh air.

Almost immediately she noticed a young man sitting alone and not looking all to happy, despite the quaint surroundings of the town. "Excuse me, Sir, are you alright?"

[youcallmespence]

"I don't think so," Spencer answers. "It looks like everything I've ever known about myself is fiction, and yet... I'm here. And I'm talking to you." Even though he hasn't introduced himself. "Sorry, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid." Habit, to say his designation before his name; it's something that had come with being young and a doctor in his previous... job. Life. Reality.

Then he hazards a glance at the girl that's talking to him. She's slim, pretty, and may have an idea as to how this happened. That's what he focuses himself on, rather than the idea that she's a woman who's walked up to him on the street and is inquiring about Spencer's well-being. "Would you like to sit?"

[irish_bombshell]

"Fiction? That's just silly. Wherever did you get that idea?" Fiona frowned and cocked her head. Maybe this man had something to do with the man communicating with her through her journal.

"Oh! A doctor. That is a fine profession. You seem rather young though. I don't know much about schooling, but I thought it took many years to become a doctor," she asked curiously. "And it's good to meet you Dr. Reid. I'm Ms. Fiona Glenanne. I'm sorry to have disturbed you, you just looked so sad."

With a smile and a soft 'thanks' she sat down next to him. "I don't mean to pry," she started after a moment, "but why would you think your life has been a work of fiction?"

[youcallmespence]

"The idea of the tapes. If we destroy them, then we destroy ourselves. It's the same as an author putting dictation to work; words are words, whether they're in print or spoken out loud." Spencer tips his head to the side, listening to Ms. Fiona Glenanne's accent, finding her somewhere in Northern Ireland.

"I'm just... confused about how I got here, and what I'm going to do, now that I'm here. At first... I had the suspicion I was hallucinating. But the envelope that's in my jacket is real. I graduated high school when I was 12," Spencer adds, tucking his hair behind his ear. "I received my first PhD when I was 19. What part of the North are you from? What do you do?" He stops himself, correcting his words. "What did you do, before coming here?"