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[b][color=#556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] California
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California. Good. That was good. That was on the opposite side of Washington D.C. Luna relaxed a fraction until she was bombarded by another person flitting about her, speaking in a strong accent. Luna took a physical step back from this person in an effort to get them out of her space. And then more people started showing up. And talking about Luna like she wasn’t there.

[color=#556B2F]”Everyone needs to stop talking about me like I’m not here. And, you need to take a step back. Surrounding someone you barely know is a bad idea,”[/color] Luna said, her fingers twitching at her side. 2039. Seventeen years since her last foray into America. Okay. Context. This was good. 

Luna looked around, taking another step back so she could move around the group of teenagers. They were not helping, and she needed to find something, anything that explained why her Lady had sent her here. And how the hell was she going to get back home. To her wife. To her girls. To the army she last remembered seeing before oblivion.

And then Luna heard a voice she thought she would never hear again. And they said her name. A very old, very tainted name.

Luna snapped her head to Andy. Her gaze roved over the girl, who looked completely unchanged since the Underground. Luna wracked her brain, trying to remember if Andy had some immortal being in her, or some anti-ageing power. Finally. Someone she knew.

[color=#556B2F]”Sister, no. It is me. Andy it’s me. I have no idea how I got here, but I—”[/color] Luna cut herself off and looked at the group of people she did not know. Did not trust. [color=#556B2F]”I will only talk to Andy. Alone,”[/color] Luna declared, and crossed her arms. She glared at the others, daring them to defy her.