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[I THOUGHT I HAD SOMEHOW TIME TRAVELLED ON MY DASH AND I WAS ALL "OH MY GOD WHAT'S HAPPENING"

But it turns out I was on the wrong dashboard

Oops]

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thank you for being so talented and intelligent it really brightens my day

[I'm gonna presume this is for mun and say

Wut

Uhm, thank you?

This is really creepy that I saw this now given the dream I had in reference to... Well, this blog, I suppose.

You're a dear, anon. And please correct me if this is for the muse omg]

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She had started driving before the other had introduced herself. The claim that she was making - that she was a 'pretty big deal' - was quite a big one, not one that Dana was necessarily going to take her word for.

"Really?" she asked, as though to humour Alana. "And why's that?"

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Alana might have been a little bit drunk. She couldn’t remember, but she knew that everything was a little bit fuzzy. Alana was out for a walk that night, it was raining and it was an unusually dark night, all she could think about was how much she failed at everything and she hated herself for letting Jack Crawford anywhere near Will. She was so distress, she hardly noticed she trailed off into the middle of the road, until she heard the sqeal of car breaks and a door slam.

A very angry lady was yelling at her. “Died?” Alana repeated “No, miss, I can’t die. I have to save my friend. You’re crazy.” she said, wobbling a little.

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friends don't pay friends to eat grasshoppers dana

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As soon as she noticed the woman stumbling back towards her car for what she hoped would be the final time, she opened the car door for herself and got in. She ignored the mumblings of the woman (and if the stranger in her car ended up being a psychopath herself, she was readily equipped for any action that she may have to take), knowing that her presumptions were false.

"Dana Scully," she said as she started her car. "And who are you?"

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Alana might have been a little bit drunk. She couldn’t remember, but she knew that everything was a little bit fuzzy. Alana was out for a walk that night, it was raining and it was an unusually dark night, all she could think about was how much she failed at everything and she hated herself for letting Jack Crawford anywhere near Will. She was so distress, she hardly noticed she trailed off into the middle of the road, until she heard the sqeal of car breaks and a door slam.

A very angry lady was yelling at her. “Died?” Alana repeated “No, miss, I can’t die. I have to save my friend. You’re crazy.” she said, wobbling a little.

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"Do you want a lift home or not?" she called out, becoming slightly irritated with the other woman’s erratic behaviour. "It’s too dangerous if you’re planning on walking home."

It seemed that her original warning would be correct; if she continued walking around during the darkest hours of the night with the little care she was taking, the woman would find herself fatally wounded, if not killed, sooner rather than later.

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Alana might have been a little bit drunk. She couldn’t remember, but she knew that everything was a little bit fuzzy. Alana was out for a walk that night, it was raining and it was an unusually dark night, all she could think about was how much she failed at everything and she hated herself for letting Jack Crawford anywhere near Will. She was so distress, she hardly noticed she trailed off into the middle of the road, until she heard the sqeal of car breaks and a door slam.

A very angry lady was yelling at her. “Died?” Alana repeated “No, miss, I can’t die. I have to save my friend. You’re crazy.” she said, wobbling a little.

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She gave the woman a small smile.

"I can take you home," she replied, moving back around to the driver’s side of the car. "But I don’t think I should stay." The two had just met, after all, and they didn’t even know each other’s names.

"I’m sure there are other people that you can confide in that you could trust more than me."

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Alana might have been a little bit drunk. She couldn’t remember, but she knew that everything was a little bit fuzzy. Alana was out for a walk that night, it was raining and it was an unusually dark night, all she could think about was how much she failed at everything and she hated herself for letting Jack Crawford anywhere near Will. She was so distress, she hardly noticed she trailed off into the middle of the road, until she heard the sqeal of car breaks and a door slam.

A very angry lady was yelling at her. “Died?” Alana repeated “No, miss, I can’t die. I have to save my friend. You’re crazy.” she said, wobbling a little.

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"You can’t even see the moon," she debated, looking up to the sky as though to justify her argument. "It can’t possibly keep you company." She couldn’t say much for the dogs, however; some dogs were naturally quite talkative, and telling her something like the dogs just had to get used to her could be incorrect information.

"I’m not a serial killer," she responded softly. "I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. If anything I’m trying to stop the serial killers, not join them."

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Alana might have been a little bit drunk. She couldn’t remember, but she knew that everything was a little bit fuzzy. Alana was out for a walk that night, it was raining and it was an unusually dark night, all she could think about was how much she failed at everything and she hated herself for letting Jack Crawford anywhere near Will. She was so distress, she hardly noticed she trailed off into the middle of the road, until she heard the sqeal of car breaks and a door slam.

A very angry lady was yelling at her. “Died?” Alana repeated “No, miss, I can’t die. I have to save my friend. You’re crazy.” she said, wobbling a little.

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Well, she wasn’t being much help, saying that her friend needed help yet didn’t know if her friend truly needed help. Surely what she was saying was nothing more than the product of intoxication. Or, at least, it was for the most part; there was a possibility that she had let her friend down and her friend had entrusted her with his dogs, but there was no possibility that it was the truth.

"Do you want me to take you home?" she offered softly. "I’m sure your friend would want you to be safe." She couldn’t say for sure whether that was the truth or not, but most friends would want that for one another.

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Alana might have been a little bit drunk. She couldn’t remember, but she knew that everything was a little bit fuzzy. Alana was out for a walk that night, it was raining and it was an unusually dark night, all she could think about was how much she failed at everything and she hated herself for letting Jack Crawford anywhere near Will. She was so distress, she hardly noticed she trailed off into the middle of the road, until she heard the sqeal of car breaks and a door slam.

A very angry lady was yelling at her. “Died?” Alana repeated “No, miss, I can’t die. I have to save my friend. You’re crazy.” she said, wobbling a little.

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Wandering around in the middle of the night was never a good idea for anybody, more so if it was raining with the moon - the only light that would usually illuminate the dark road - nowhere in sight. And, from the looks of it, the lady whose life had been in some amount of danger only moments ago, was at least slightly intoxicated.

Her reasoning was lousy at best, as though she didn’t realise that one could die despite their purpose in life. But, really, there wasn’t much more she could possibly expect, given the stranger’s condition.

"Is your friend in danger?" she could afford to lower her voice a little since she was closer to the other woman. Even though the stranger was noticeably even a little bit drunk, there would be no harm in humouring her, just in case her friend really was in danger.

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Alana might have been a little bit drunk. She couldn’t remember, but she knew that everything was a little bit fuzzy. Alana was out for a walk that night, it was raining and it was an unusually dark night, all she could think about was how much she failed at everything and she hated herself for letting Jack Crawford anywhere near Will. She was so distress, she hardly noticed she trailed off into the middle of the road, until she heard the sqeal of car breaks and a door slam.

A very angry lady was yelling at her. “Died?” Alana repeated “No, miss, I can’t die. I have to save my friend. You’re crazy.” she said, wobbling a little.

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"I can't blame you for not wanting to share." She was still having her doubts about him, of course, closer to believing that he was simply delusional rather than truly something that wasn't human. "I imagine that it wouldn't be the easiest thing to talk about."

    ”I do,” he objected, moving his focus elsewhere as he continued his explanation. ”I just don’t like…” There was a pause as Christian shifted uncomfortably,  then finishing his statement, ”Sharing.”

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More words that lacked manners spilled from the stranger’s mouth, and yet she found herself still helping her. As the stranger was against her shoulder, she found herself supporting the other woman’s weight, not wanting her to crash either on top of her or down upon the ground; allowing her to do either would be of poor form, especially if she was possibly the only person on the scene that could possibly help her.

"Do you think you’re going to be okay, then?” she asked, her patience beginning to run down already. She wasn’t going to admit that the stranger was correct; besides, it was more than likely just a temporary thing. There was no way to be certain what exactly had been put into the drink, but at least she could make sure that the woman would be okay in the long run.

"I’m a doctor, I can help you if you need help."

"Don't drink that!" (I just wanted to send one from over here b/c why not-)

Elizabeth stared at the other for a moment before tilting her head back and throwing the rest of the whiskey down her throat, all the while keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the other. A thin brow raised slightly - it was never wise to get between her and her drink - and she challenged the woman if somewhat thickly.

"And whyever not?"

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She knew that there was little convincing somebody that hadn't even known of her existence until that point of time that they'd already had too much. It wasn't as though she had been keeping tabs on the stranger all night, but her presence had been slightly difficult to ignore. How drunk this woman got over the night was none of her business, and she wasn't going to make it her business; it would only become her business if she were murdered on her way home.

Something she wouldn't ignore, however, was the fact that she had been right when somebody had slipped something into the stranger's drink. The rudeness she had been greeted with when she had only been trying to help had been unneeded; it was only a surprise that she was going to attempt to act with some amount of kindness towards the stranger.

"Are you okay?"

"Don't drink that!" (I just wanted to send one from over here b/c why not-)

Elizabeth stared at the other for a moment before tilting her head back and throwing the rest of the whiskey down her throat, all the while keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the other. A thin brow raised slightly - it was never wise to get between her and her drink - and she challenged the woman if somewhat thickly.

"And whyever not?"

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"I still don't believe you. I mean," she signalled at him with a hand, "you look perfectly human, and there's no solid proof that you're not lying to me."

      Of course I’m not human. I’m better than that. You lot, you’re so full of mistakes and sins and evil. I hardly belong on this damned rock.

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"And you're claiming to be something that... Isn't human?" well, this was the last thing she needed.

     Of course not. You’re only Human, after all.

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"It does, but I'm having a hard time believing that what you're telling me is true."

     The heavens. Does that ring a bell?

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She looked at the other female for a moment. The story seemed plausible enough, although it would have been all too easy to actually keep an eye out as to where she was walking whilst she had been texting.

"I suppose." There was a moment of silence. "Will you be able to find your way back by yourself?"

{ ϟ }— Thinking on her feet, she slid her phone from her jacket pocket and raised it as if it were a white flag. A means of surrender. 

❝Texting while walking—

I realize that’s not exactly the safest thing in the world but hey, at least I wasn’t outside?❞  

She hoped it sounded convincing enough.