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... okay, so the thing about taking the first cheap portal she could find was that it meant the travel path kind of sucked. Tara had spent most of the previous day on some planet where the native life form and most of the fellow passengers appeared to be a blob of red jelly.
On the bright side, there'd been a Cinnabon outlet.
She'd made it to New York in one piece, though, and was now resting on a bench, waiting for Jono. The crowds were overwhelming after three months at home, but in a way the distraction was a relief -- it meant she wasn't getting trapped in her own head so much.
Furtively, she checked her phone. No calls from home so far. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
[OOC: For the dude on fire. NFB due to distance.]
On the bright side, there'd been a Cinnabon outlet.
She'd made it to New York in one piece, though, and was now resting on a bench, waiting for Jono. The crowds were overwhelming after three months at home, but in a way the distraction was a relief -- it meant she wasn't getting trapped in her own head so much.
Furtively, she checked her phone. No calls from home so far. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
[OOC: For the dude on fire. NFB due to distance.]
