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entrancelogs2018-03-05 12:22 pm
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Who: Jacinda and YOU!
Where: The gardens or the rest of the mansion
When: 3/5
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacinda was just trying to get to her daughter not end up in another world.
The Story:
Where: The gardens or the rest of the mansion
When: 3/5
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacinda was just trying to get to her daughter not end up in another world.
The Story:
- She isn't exactly sure what's happening- Henry came into the bar to tell her that Victoria had been arrested, which meant that Lucy was going to be hers again. That’s all she needed to hear before she was rushing out the door. All she can think about as she races through the streets is Lucy and bringing her home, finally. They can be a family again and maybe this time life won't find a way to knock them back.
She's at the tower and in the elevator, fidgeting and willing it to go faster, Lucy is on the other side of those doors and as soon as they bing open Jacinda is moving. Shes moving so fast she doesn't realize at first that this is not the tower, in fact she's not even inside anymore. She's taken a number of steps into a garden that she doesn't recognize. She stalls to a halt, startled and looking around.
"What the hell?" She spinning but there is no elevator behind her- just garden. Everywhere garden.
"Lucy?" Her voice is quiet and unsure the first time she says it, and then it picks up strength. "Lucy?!"
This has to be some kind of trick, or hallucination. How can she go from the tower to wherever the hell this was in the blink of an eye?
"No, no, no no," this wasn't happening. Not when she was so close to getting her daughter back, to getting everything she wanted.
"LUCY!"
- Eventually she will move, it’s cold out there and she’s not dressed for winter. She’s looking for answers inside the mansion, poking her head into rooms, reading the pamphlet and trying to figure out what’s real and whts a crazy hallucination brought on by stress.
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"Yeah, at least there's that." Her tone is dry, but she doesn't say any more than that. For now. "Have you decided which room you're staying in?"