[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/pkfFdpIm0lPl6/giphy.gif[/img][hr]Location: Funnel Cake Stand (Carnival at the Park)[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday watched as a man appeared with a hefty camera bag, tapping on the shoulder of each and every ginger woman he saw. Well, she only saw him approach one or two, having just spotted him a few moments before he approached her. Still, it brought a little smile to her cheeks, the almost absurd nature of it. Here they were, two people who had gone to high school together, and they didn't recognize each other. It was perhaps the most real thing about this reunion so far, beyond all of the fake tears and remorse about the dead. As far as Tuesday was aware, most people didn't give a shit about those who died--most people had stuck to their friend group, and as long as their friends were safe, all this would amount to would be a post on Facebook about how precious life is. It just served to remind the Grimm graduates of their mortality. 

As Chris made his rounds and finally reached her, Tuesday laughed a bit as he tapped her on the shoulder. She wondered what it must have been like, seeing her for the first time in ten years. She had tattoos and piercings now, features that would have horrified her back in high school. And rather than clinging to the fantasy that she was straight, Tuesday had begun to express her actual sexuality, though she hadn't come out quite yet. She felt like she was a fundamentally different person. 

[color=ff6600]"So good to see you, Chris!"[/color] Tuesday said sweetly, giving the cameraman a quick hug. [color=ff6600]"I was hoping I could ask you some questions, since you seem like a well informed guy? Working for the news and all, you probably know what happens in this town before it does, huh?"[/color]

And while her voice sounded sincere, Tuesday internally gagged at her words. She sounded like every sweet and innocent kid in every movie about life, and it nauseated her. She hated the person she used to be, but it was the role she'd have to play to get information, she felt. The compliment would hopefully loosen Chris up, as from what she remembered in high school, he wasn't very talkative. 

[color=ff6600]"Like...What the hell is even going on?"[/color] Tuesday asked, momentarily slipping back into her current personality. [color=ff6600]"Everyone seems to be dying, the police have no idea what's going on, and Cynthia is going off about stars?"[/color] She paused for a moment, as if to let the impact of that seep in. [color=ff6600]"Is anyone really safe? And do you know anything else about whoever's doing this?"[/color]