Georgia Carolyn Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2017-05-06 12:08 pm
choosetruth) wrote in entrancelogs2017-05-06 12:08 pm
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closed } twisting and turning the colours in rows i'm so intent to find out what it is
Who: Georgia and Jay
Where: Kitchens
When: 5/6
Rating: PG-13 for Georgia's foul mouth and disturbing contents.
Summary: Georgia promised Tim she wouldn't pry into his secrets and she is, above all else, a woman of her word. But damn, it's hard. Especially when leads keep waltzing into her life.
The Story:
Georgia is, by all measures of the word, happy. It's a weird feeling for her. Weirder still, the fact that she doesn't mind despite her earlier railing against the concept. She's well aware that any happiness to be found in Wonderland is temporary at best and a lie at worst, but at the moment, she can't bring herself to care that much. She can see the sun. No one's running tests on her without her consent. She has Shaun. She has shoes. It's not perfect by a long shot. But lie or not, it's a damn sight better than where she was.
She's in a surprisingly good mood when she enters the kitchen, intent on getting a snack and a Coke. When she sees Jay, though, she stops. She hasn't talked to him before, but she recognizes him. When he'd first shown up, she hadn't said anything, since her ability to speak had been robbed by the event and she is nothing without her words, and after that she hadn't tracked him down because, well, she did promise. But she'd noticed that Tim knew him. And even if she promised not to continue her investigation into something that could, apparently, get her hurt just by knowing about it, she's not capable of turning off her razor sharp mind or not making connections. Whether or not she meant it to happen, Jay's been tied in her mind with the words potential lead. One she doesn't intend to follow, maybe, but what sort of journalist would she be if she was so terrified of what she might learn that she wouldn't even talk to him?
She walks past him to the fridge, pulls out the Coke she'd been hoping for, then turns, eyeing him through her customary sunglasses. "You're friends with Tim, right?"
To the extent Tim has friends, anyway.
Where: Kitchens
When: 5/6
Rating: PG-13 for Georgia's foul mouth and disturbing contents.
Summary: Georgia promised Tim she wouldn't pry into his secrets and she is, above all else, a woman of her word. But damn, it's hard. Especially when leads keep waltzing into her life.
The Story:
Georgia is, by all measures of the word, happy. It's a weird feeling for her. Weirder still, the fact that she doesn't mind despite her earlier railing against the concept. She's well aware that any happiness to be found in Wonderland is temporary at best and a lie at worst, but at the moment, she can't bring herself to care that much. She can see the sun. No one's running tests on her without her consent. She has Shaun. She has shoes. It's not perfect by a long shot. But lie or not, it's a damn sight better than where she was.
She's in a surprisingly good mood when she enters the kitchen, intent on getting a snack and a Coke. When she sees Jay, though, she stops. She hasn't talked to him before, but she recognizes him. When he'd first shown up, she hadn't said anything, since her ability to speak had been robbed by the event and she is nothing without her words, and after that she hadn't tracked him down because, well, she did promise. But she'd noticed that Tim knew him. And even if she promised not to continue her investigation into something that could, apparently, get her hurt just by knowing about it, she's not capable of turning off her razor sharp mind or not making connections. Whether or not she meant it to happen, Jay's been tied in her mind with the words potential lead. One she doesn't intend to follow, maybe, but what sort of journalist would she be if she was so terrified of what she might learn that she wouldn't even talk to him?
She walks past him to the fridge, pulls out the Coke she'd been hoping for, then turns, eyeing him through her customary sunglasses. "You're friends with Tim, right?"
To the extent Tim has friends, anyway.
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In fact, it's the opposite. All these things being thrown at them, the different faces showing up and the constant threat of It showing its faceless self again is enough to keep him on his toes, never anticipating the next curveball enough to not be thrown off when it's thrown at him. But it's life now, he supposes, and better than being dead at home or trapped in some weird It-led world, so he's tried his best to settle in and get familiar with the place. It doesn't really work, he still gets lost at least once every couple of days, but it's getting better (and at least Tim is here, so it's not too bad).
The kitchen is the first place he found his way to, an obvious place for needing to keep himself going. It's where he finds himself sometimes, when he hasn't got anything else to do, or gets caught up in his thoughts (or fears, or paranoia, or just needs to go somewhere familiar and a kitchen is as close as he's going to get). He was never a good cook, lived mostly on noodles in college, but there's already snacks here and he's set himself up with a sandwich, which sits in front of him untouched when someone else walks in.
He doesn't know her, though she's familiar enough that he's probably seen her on his device somehow, and he's about to look away and leave her to whatever she's doing until she speaks.
"Uh, yeah," As close as Tim let people get to him, Jay figures. "I am. Are you?"
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"Yes," she says. "We've talked a lot, anyway. I'm Georgia Mason."