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Jamie’s brows took on a furrowed tilt as she browsed through the racks of shirts. It was 8 days until her and Brie’s birthdays, but she was determined to find the perfect gift for her roommate. No lame gifters here! If Brie was going to get her a gift, then she might as well return the favor. But… she had no idea what Brie actually wanted, despite having lived with her for almost two months. So, naturally, Jamie had decided to head to their local Target. They had everything, after all- perfect for an indecisive gifter. In the weekday afternoon, the Target wasn’t nearly as crowded as it usually was. Most people were at work on a Tuesday afternoon. Even Jamie had planned on working today but, strangely, the mission database had gone down 2 hours ago and had not come back up. She had attributed it to technical difficulties and then, when it hadn’t come back up for a half hour, had decided to just go shopping instead. 

She wasn’t finding too much, unfortunately. She had found a funny birthday card which now sat in her cart, but she had quickly gotten distracted by the clothes section. Maybe Brie would want some clothes? But Jamie couldn’t help but keep thinking of herself as she browsed through all the adorable maxi dresses and tank tops. After all, that dress with the embroidered floral hem would be [i]so[/i] cute on her! And her last maxi dress had been kind of ruined by the combination of jumping into a pool and fighting ogres. No amount of detergent would ever get that smell out. Convincing herself against her better wishes, Jamie grabbed a gauzy embroidered floral dress off the rack and plopped it into her cart alongside the card. 

Now that she had indulged herself, Jamie turned her cart towards the decorations section. Seeing a relatively clear aisle, a smile quirked on her face. [i]Perfect[/i]. With a gleeful grin, Jamie kicked at the ground and put both of her feet on the cart, careening carelessly down the aisle. [color=Goldenrod]“Weeeeee!”[/color] she shouted, childlike, before seeing the decorations aisle and slamming her foot back onto the ground, stopping the cart in its track. She twirled it around into the aisle, beginning to browse through the decorations with a giddy smile still on her face. Hmmm… something bold, maybe? Bold, fun colors for Brie. Ooooh, this would be nice for Jamie’s wall…

When she was about halfway through the aisle, pawing through decorations, Jamie’s phone buzzed. And then buzzed again. And again and again and again… who was texting her so much?! Jamie snatched her phone out of her purse, opening it and swiping through her texts, stomping her foot. She was busy, damnit! She had five texts, all from different people. Her brow furrowed as she read them, her foot slowing its stomping. Four of them were from acquaintances, but one was from… Melissa? Her eldest sister, who she hadn’t spoken to in at least a year. [color=Goldenrod] “She never texts me,”[/color] Jamie muttered under her breath, shell-shocked. She opened the text quickly, worry starting to build up in her chest. Why would Melissa text her? 

[quote=Mel]jamie wtf did you do???

ccn.com/former-heroes-wanted-for-mass-murder[/quote]

Alarmed, Jamie opened up the article. She skimmed through it quickly, expression becoming more horrified by the second. HERO gone? Seraph taken over? Patricia accused of murder? Jamie scrolled through the article, jaw hanging open. She had to put her hand against the shelves to stabilize herself. Her heart began to pump with terror as she saw the photos of herself plastered across the article, alongside those of all her other friends. [color=Goldenrod] “FUCK!”[/color] she yelled out, an uncommon occurrence for Jamie. She needed to call someone. Brie, maybe? Blake? Tom? But first… well, she had to get out of here.  She could leave the birthday shopping for later. Hands shaking on the cart, Jamie rolled it over to the checkout counter. She smiled numbly at the cashier, loading her items onto the belt (chocolate ice cream, a card, the dress, and a scented candle). Evidently, the cashier hadn’t seen the news yet, because she didn’t even blink at Jamie, only smiling and starting to scan her items. Jamie pulled out her phone, navigating to the group chat.

[quote=Jamie][color=Goldenrod]wtf is going on??? where r u guys we need to meet up, i’m in the target on 12th[/color][/quote]

[@Hitman]