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WHO: Allison Hargreeves + YOU
WHEN: July 1-14
WHERE: Traveling around
WHAT: An arrival + some monthly shenanigans.
WARNINGS: N/A but will edit if that changes

july 1st - an arrival (ota)

Allison Hargreeves is having a very challenging day. Nothing is going as it's supposed to, and she's a little peeved about it.

Not that she should be surprised at this point, that Five trying to time travel them somewhere landed them somewhere else. But she's not thrilled by the idea of being alone again, having to start over again, having to find her siblings again. All she had wanted was to get home to her daughter. And now, after the explanation she was given by Kasra, Claire seems even further away.

Still, she plays with the small bit of quartz she was given as she makes her way through the crowd, intending to make the best of a bad situation. If Reginald Hargreeves taught them anything, it was how to survive. She hangs Luther's locket around her neck, tucks Claire's photo carefully into the middle of From Earth to Moon, and begins wandering through the caravan to see who she can meet and what she can find.

If you happen to cross her path, she'll greet you with a smile, taking the time to introduce herself.

"Allison." She smiles. "Have you been here long?"

july 6-7 - a ghostly interlude (ota)

Allison's never tried to rumor a ghost. She's never really had the opportunity. Ghosts were usually Klaus's department, so she doesn't even know if it would have worked. Right now, though, she wishes she had a bit more than fact.

One night, she stumbles away from a pair of soldiers, starting to come to ahead. As a result, she loses track of her footing in the dark. She forgets where the edges of the cliffs are, only wanting to stay clear of the spectral trouble and finds her way to the precipice of a ravine instead. She feels her balance slip, arms waving in the darkness (Five is going to kill her if she dies like this), but before she can tip over the edge, she feels a presence at her back.

Wide wings stretch out behind her, a physical form forcing her back onto the path. She turns once she settles on her feet again, safe and sound on the ground, and looks back at the tar-covered creature that's become increasingly familiar.

She meets it's eyes, before nodding in acknowledgement. "Thank you."

The harpy doesn't acknowledge her one way or another, before it flies off to do whatever it is it does.

Sometime later, it also might drop off a dead animal for her to eat, almost like a cat leaving their owner a present. Allison, though, is convinced that it believes she can't take care of herself.

(It might be right.)

july 10th - the thing you want most (ota)

The person Allison had wanted to see, more than anyone in the world, was Claire.

Even when she was trapped in 1961, building a life for herself with Ray, Claire never strayed far from her thoughts. She never thought she would have something so tethering beyond her siblings, something that draws her back, no matter how far she wanders or how into herself she gets, but she finds herself, as the caravan moves along, coming back to the photo that she arrived with. She can't help but feel herself wanting to apologize for failing her, even though this particular stop isn't her fault.

She hadn't intended to study the tar so closely. It just keeps coming up, over and over again. The same substance appeared in the temple where she arrived and the hands of the ghost general, and now it seems to be everywhere. Part of her should know better, should be able to see the trap, but she misses her daughter so much she never stands a chance.

She sees Claire's face everywhere she goes, and by the time Claire becomes a fully formed tar construct, Allison is lost, hook, line and sinker. Claire extends a hand to her, luring her further out into the canyon to search for something she can't put a name to.

Part of her knows it's not real. But she can't find it in her heart to say no.

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"Undead?" She raises her eyebrows curiously. It's such a specific word that it's hard to doubt the meaning, but she can't really say it's one she ever expected to hear in real life. At all.

"You mean like zombies?"

Ah, so she is, then. If the other eastern provinces are mostly ruled by Unhalad's kin, there's hardly any way she hasn't heard of them otherwise.

"Yes," he answers simply enough, before expanding with a very vague wave in the general direction of what may or may not be an undead army on the other side of the caravan. "Zombies, ghosts, skeletons, wraiths.. undead wolves, not too long ago- that sort of thing. This place seems to have far too many of them."

"Sounds like a horror movie."

Though Allison isn't really one to talk. She lives a life straight out of a sci-fi film herself. Powers and time travel - she's probably broken far too many rules. It makes sense that her life would eventually turn a bit fantasy.

"Is it terrible that I'm not sorry I missed it?"

"No," he says with a hint of a laugh. Movie stands out as an oddly translated word, but that happens sometimes. The descriptor is enough that he doesn't feel the need to clarify.

"But um, if you've arrived here recently, we have some supplies if you need anything. It isn't much, but.. well, we're trying to look out for each other."

Or at least, a few of them are.

"I appreciate that. I'll try to pull my own weight."

Once she finds her brother and sister, she'll be able to build out from there. See what Five already has access to, and what they need. Despite her pampered appearance, she learned survival techniques like the rest of her sibilings.

She can make it work.

"What do you think of all this? If you don't mind my asking."

He smiles. "The caravan or this world?"

But he shakes his head, glancing around shortly as he answers. "I don't like it. The pall of death over this world is unpleasant and feels suffocating at times. Even the forests around these mountains are too still and silent. The undead seem to roam unchecked without any force in place to regulate the cycle of life and death.."

He trails off, perhaps realizing he's going on a little too long. "..But ah, at least we have reliable food, water, and a destination, now."

No, not too long at all. She asked for his opinion, and it's certainly given her something to think about.

"Maybe that's part of why we were brought here. To help deal with the undead problem."

Because that seems to be a theme in Allison's life as of late. Things happening for some kind of reason.

Eleven drags a hand through his hair, expression twisting into an odd half-smile, half-grimace. He's incredibly familiar with that concept.

"Yeah, maybe." He doesn't sound wholly convinced, but he shrugs. "But the first and second of us were summoned into this world by an undead warlord who planned to consume us to strengthen his army, so it's hard to say if there's much more at work."

He turned a thoughtful look on her then. "But there have been others since, including yourself, who seem to have been brought here by other means, so maybe we don't know anything at all."

"I'd very much like to find out."

While the Hargreeves appearance here could very much be chalked up to a malfunctioning briefcase, she knows that can't be the same for everyone. It's certainly worth trying to dig deeper, and see if there are more specific answers to their questions.

"Maybe if we keep poking around, we might be able to find out."

"Yeah," he smiles with another half-laugh, because that sounds about right for all any of them can hope for. "We don't have a lot of information, so it's important to share what we do have. If you come up with any other questions, I'd be happy to try and answer them."

Now, or in the future. Not too many of them are terribly friendly, so he's somewhat glad she happened upon him. The horse he'd been soothing tossed his mane. Eleven placed a hand on his broad neck.

"Oh, I should ask: can you ride?"

"Horses?"

That's probably a question she should have figured out the answer to before she joined a caravan, but she doesn't think she would have had much of a choice. She would have still wound up here regardless.

"A little? I trained for a movie I was in once."

But it was a long time ago.

He blinked. There was that word again.

"Ah... movie?"

At least from the context around it, he could guess she didn't have a lot of experience, but some familiarity was better than the complete lack of for the few people he'd helped before.

Right. Not everything is consistent across the universes. She pauses as she tries to figure out the best way to explain.

"A play? But it's recorded on film, so that people can watch it wherever and whenever they want."

It's not one hundred percent right, but it's close enough.

He knew what a play was, though he'd never attended one before. Still, it didn't make a great deal of sense- what was 'film'? A recorded play, like someone had written it all down? But he decided it wasn't important; he understood, now.

"So you have ridden before," he confirmed. "Well, that's better than some, here. You'll probably be okay, but if you need any assistance, I can help."

"I appreciate that. It's been a while, but hopefully I'm not too rusty."

One day she'll get more into the details, but it's hard to tell were everyone's point of reference is. Regardless, she's happy for the offer and will do her best to not look like a total beginner in the saddle.

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