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[b][color=#556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Tent —> America — ??
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Luna made her escape through the tent flap into blinding sunshine. She stumbled forward, trying to get her bearings when she was met with something solid, followed by cursing and a string of sentences that were growing hysterical with each pass. 

Luna groaned and rubbed her head. [color=#556B2F]”Oh my god, stop talking! Nothing's broken.”[/color] Luna opened her eyes now that they were better adjusted to see two more teenagers in front of her. She hated school. Where were all the teachers or someone who made sense?

Luna turned her head to look back at the first girl she had spoken to. [color=#556B2F]”You said America? [i]Where[/i] in America exactly?”[/color] Luna never thought she would be back in America. She had thought about it. Several times in fact, especially after getting married and having her girls. She thought James would have been happy for her, and Luna always wanted to know how James was doing. But that was a different time. And she was pretty much forbidden to be along the eastern seaboard. 

Luna rubbed her achy forehead again when she heard screams and peals of laughter. She turned her head back, trying to take in the sight around her. Was she…was she at a carnival? What the hell was going on? 

[hider=Roll Requests/Questions]Any more memories starting to resurface? Is there a mirror around? Or anything else to try and help orient Luna since she is still very clearly in crisis mode.[/hider]