[Video] 'Crazy ways are evident in the way you're wearing your clothes'

[farfromstanford]

[Have a disheveled blonde who looks like she's seen her fair share of a fistfight or few, complete with a suture on her left cheek and the remnants of a bloodied lip.

She's angry. She's irritated. And a whole lot of confounded.]

Apparently since there's a network that's functioning, and the city looks like LA had a baby with Caesars Palace... I'm going to take for granted there's someone on the other end of this line--so what the everloving shit is going on? I had to fight off two Picts in woad with bronze axes so... yeah. Info would be great.

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[froststorm]

You’re not dreaming. Or dead because if you are, I am and I don’t think I’m dead.

[farfromstanford]

[Isn't that what people would say in your dreams or ghosts would say?

But let's play the game, then. Figure out where this is supposed to go.] Well, I have a feeling there are going to be two very angry Scotsmen looking for me, so I suppose I should get myself hidden somewhere.

[froststorm]

Angry scotsmen? Um. Where are you? Maybe I can come by and see if we can get you out of there.

[farfromstanford]

Very. [Granted, Jess is pretty sure she left them with some things to think about before they came looking for her, but sometimes there really was just no reasoning with Bronze Age folks.

Or something.

She glances around her.] Uh... Greek life. Olive trees..

Parthenon.

[froststorm]

[She checks her device to make sure she could coordinate exactly where Jessica is. Crys is experimenting with creating skates on the bottoms of her shoes then takes off. It isn't long before a young woman comes around the corner with a bright smile and in a STAR Labs labcoat. She skids to a halt near Jessica and the skate blades disappear from the bottoms of her shoes]

Jessica?

[farfromstanford]

Dressed in somewhat worn, if not mostly decent jeans and an old Stanford University t-shirt, Jessica's leaning against the side of a building--the occupants inside can be seen through the window haggling over some sort of betting pool--when Crystal arrives in a far-too-happy and mostly unconventional way. Jess is still 99% convinced she's dreaming, because this whole thing? Is ridiculous.

Who can possibly be this smiley? But at least it's a smile.

"That's me. Crystal, I presume?"