(A starter for @anarchist-rainbow !)
After the disaster at Charlie’s office where it shut down or errored out or something strange that kicked her back to her own office, Thursday immediately started looking for a way to get back to Charlie’s office, a darn near impossible task because getting into unfamiliar offices voluntarily usually occurs via random happenstance over in these parts.
Random holes in the floor that pull you through them are also random happenstance, albeit happening more frequently these days.
It is into one of these holes that she falls as it opens up right beneath her.
Thursday has fallen plenty of times - it’s not really anything scary for her anymore. But what is scary is the fact that the hole appeared in the floor in the first place - and right beneath her, no less.
Still, as she falls, she sighs and wonders what this is all going to end in. Death? Another office? Will she just keep falling until her office senses that she has been gone for too long and it brings her back like it usually does?
Oh. Oh shit. What happens if this hole is registered as part of her office so it never senses her as having left it in the first place, and she is stuck falling forever? Or falling until Cyrus realizes she’s been gone for too long and he steps out of the control booth to bring her back? She could be in here for a while!
Thankfully she’s not in there but for a few minutes before she is spat out into an unfamiliar area.
A very crowded unfamiliar area that appears to be in some kind of dark city area.
She’s never seen anything like this before. Sure, she’s been outside of her office before, but never in a city like this. With so many people.
Being in a room full of ponies? Acceptable. Being in a room full of people? NOPE.
Something inside her starts fluttering out of control, but her body is also trying to fight it to settle down. The struggle is causing her to feel even more uncomfortable, so she laughs nervously, “Ahahaha, sorry, sorry about this, folks! I, ah, I- I think I must have taken the wrong turn at Albuquerque or something and- and just wound up in the middle of your convention here. By mistake. Sorry for the interruption! Don’t mind me!” and rushes off, hopefully before anybody notices she was even there in the first place.
Definitely spooked by the sheer number of people, Thursday ducks away into the nearest available abandoned space she can find - a dark alleyway.
There is some distant foreign feeling (one of those odd memory-not-memories she has that informs her there is indeed a memory missing here, but all she can remember are the feelings attached to it) telling her that this place is not safe, she shouldn’t be here. But the other feeling, the more up close and immediate one, is telling her yes, dark alleyway, no people, safe, stay here.
So she sits in there for now, trying to figure out what to do while she waits around for her office to call her back.
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