<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/1c/0a/5e1c0a6e21e1d41260133d58f7a93652.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pink fringe jacket, jean shorts, sneakers. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/18/ba/e518baef015f8288b4c472d5b8d7a1a6.jpg)]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 7:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Raven Park and Ferris Wheel<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dekado, Olena<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Overwhelmed<br/><strong>Word Count:</strong> 717</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">There had been a lotta <em>weird</em> going around. It wasn’t bad. Bad wasn’t the word Reese would use, anyway.<br/><br/>Reese was the fifth kid outta six. Elvis, Cormac, Layla, Chester, Reese, and Riley. Bein’ fifth put her in this strange middle place where everything was already done and unoriginal but also super loud and annoying. Most of her siblings were married, some of them with their own kids now, and all of them seemed to have exciting lives. Maybe Reese just got too used to the quiet. Maybe she liked the quiet. Maybe she liked bein' alone. Now it just felt like everything was upside down. If dragons were real then global warming was definitely real and word ending, and other life forms were real and alternate realities probably and just a lot of fucking <em>fucks</em>.<br/><br/>A dark, evening walk led her here. Not surprising, but maybe poorly timed. As Reese ventured deeper into Raven Park people pushed past her to get to the exit, like she was a lonely salmon swimming up stream. There were RCPD officers too, scattered about in their police gear, as if it wasn't fucking <em>obvious</em> that it was super close to curfew. <em>Eight o'clock</em> loomed over her, threatening her choices. Eight was an infinity, of endless possibilities, loop de fucking loop. <em>Stop thinking about it!</em><br/><br/>And think about... Nothing. "Pfff...." the mechanic flopped down on a bench and tried to ignore the A.B.C gum next to her jean shorts. Nothing. Or <em>everything</em>. Was humanity dead? With dragons here was humanity just done? Maybe she was dead and this was a coma dream. Video games rot brains and maybe she'd played too many and now she was lying in a bed on a vent like a loser. Though, to her credit, a coma dream with dragon's and magic was pretty <em>slick</em>. But video games didn't have mechanics like her, they had... blacksmiths and armories and crazy cool tech gear. Swords definitely existed here. And if swords already existed, and magic -- ha <em>ha</em> -- well magic now existed <em>too</em>, then maybe there was some way of infusing them together. Like magical forgery. It didn't exist until it did. Just like blue raspberry.<br/><br/><em>Fuck she had to work tomorrow.</em> How unbelievable was that. "Mmph..." Reese ran her cool hands over her face and slumped against the back board of the bench. She liked helping. Okay, she loved helping. And to help, she had to look after Dragon Slayers. Covertly. And help them get back to... Back to... <em>Fuck</em> she'd forgotten already. She reached into the side pocket of her pink, fringed jacket, and pulled out her phone, watching as it lit up and then changed time from 7-2-9 to 7-3-0, before glancing out in the dark, past the trees and bushes of the park to the bright, cheery lights of the amusement rides. Half past seven was enough time for <em>at least</em> one ride on the Ferris Wheel. For sure. And then she would go back home, to her loft. Should she call... her family? <em>Fuck</em>. And tell them... What? Lie? Her sneakers <em>drummed</em> on the park pathway as two stern looking RCPD officers came close, and gave her a look. <em>Yeah, whatever.</em> Reese had half an hour. And it wasn't like the 'Terror in the Park' had a god damn watch anyway.<br/><br/>She sighed heavily. This walk was supposed to relax her -- clear her blonde head and come up with a sorta plan. Hard to do that with cops around, but the curfew was <em>new</em> and the Ferris Wheel was an old favorite. Reese waited until the two officers continued along the path before standing from the bench, and peering out again. Pathways had lights and cops. Bushes and grass did not. If she was gonna build somethin' with magic it wouldn't be as simple as a sword. <em>Crunch, crunch, crunch</em>. The mechanic left the path and headed through the dark foliage towards the amusement park, hoping for better distractions and no dog shit on her white sneakers.</span>