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ᶾ 001 ; open } { when are you gonna come down?
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)
july 6-7 - a ghostly interlude (ota)
july 10th - the thing you want most (ota)
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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Lily turned back to Allison as she lowered her cup, an apologetic smile on her face. "Sorry, I'm Lily. We've not met yet," not everyone shook hands to say hello here, or so she'd learned, and so instead she lifted her free hand and gave a small, friendly wave.
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It shouldn't be a complicated question to answer, but it is. Especially given that she and her family have taken up time traveling as of late. But there's a simple-ish answer anyway.
"America, mostly. But we bounced around a lot."