[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c482a-28a5-765e-b03f-8894592cf4d7.webp[/img][/center][center][/center][hr] [hr][center][b][color=ffcb00]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival 
[b][color=ffcb00]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Thousand-Faced Rose, Rune Stones
[b][color=ffcb00]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] Letterman jacket, baggy pants, sneakers.[/center][hr]

Deep down, a piece of Leah shriveled up like a raisin and fell over on its side. Her face was pretty much blank, but internally, the girl was [i]wailing.[/i] Who the hell did she think she was, marching up to this person? Of course, [i]of course[/i] whats-her-name was weirded out. Leah felt her stony face burning. What kind of fucking moron did she have to be to assume the first Giant she ever met would be from Jotunheim?! She felt like a massive idiot, and kind of shitty for bothering the girl who was [i]clearly[/i] not a big fan of people.

Validation? Her? [i]Leah Jordan?[/i] Seeking validation?

[color=ffcb00]”No… Not particularly.”[/color] Leah tilted her head, and her hair somewhat obscured her face. [color=ffcb00]”I was just being friendly. Sorry.”[/color]

Maybe Heimdall would fast travel her to another planet if she gave a signal? Maybe drop her into Nastrond so she’d get swallowed up and never have to think about how there were Giants in fucking [i]Australia.[/i] Because of [i]course[/i] Leah couldn’t possibly be the only Giant raised on Earth, right? [i]Ughhhhhhhhh.[/i] People were staring at them, weren’t they? They absolutely were. [i]Fuck.[/i] Being a petty asshole to those girls whose names she barely remember was easier than this.

[color=ffcb00]”…Jotunheim’s actually pretty cold, too. Cold enough to kill people if they’re not prepared. A few dozen feet of snow, last time I was there.”[/color] Yeah, change subjects. Because of course she’d care if she was that antisocial. Of course. Genius play. [i]Masterful.[/i] 

This was what she got for having the audacity to desire a social connection.

[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c4842-fdb0-726a-bb52-4bfd95680e14.webp[/img][/center][center][/center][hr] [center][b][color=b940da]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival 
[b][color=b940da]Magic Items:[/color][/b] [sub]She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.[/sub]
[b][color=b940da]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] Floral button-up, slacks, converse shoes.[/center][hr]

[color=b940da]”Yeah, we’re cool.”[/color]

Well, that wasn’t [i]exactly[/i] what she meant. She wondered if he was a humanoid person that just turned into a cube for some reason, or maybe someone created by wizards. [i]However,[/i] Carlos still gave an answer that was good to have. Not the worst conversation she’d had today. She wasn’t going to push it.

[color=b940da]”She/her/hers, the rest is complicated.”[/color] Marlena [i]loved[/i] women and women-adjacent people, but wasn’t much interested much interested in being someone’s girlfriend. Not currently, anyway. Too much baggage for her to feel comfortable worrying about it. And she had just moved across the country. So it was sticky to even consider.

[color=b940da]”I’m new in town, moved in from Brooklyn over the last few days. Place seems pretty cool so far, if you don’t mind flying like a bird down a ramp,”[/color] She joked.

He [i]dreamed[/i] about Sabine? Was Carlos making a move on her? Marlena couldn’t quite blame him, the feminine majority of Excelsior was [i]hot.[/i] But wasn’t she already dating someone? Marlena took that opportunity to check her phone…

And she just blinked. 

Time travel. Okay, sure, of course. Yeah, no, totally.

[color=b940da]”Yikes.”[/color]

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Okay.

Me showing up isn’t going to help much. If someone’s worked up like that then crowding around them makes that worse. Give them space? Talk to a trusted adult maybe?

Let ‘em breathe at least. Get their bearings.
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[color=b940da]”…Now I’m curious, Carlos. You see the future often when you sleep?”[/color] She asked.