day terror | f2f | darley
The notification flashes on the screen of Marley’s phone and pulls her attention away from scribbling notes in Professor Risden’s class. The history of the land wars of the 1500s are fascinating (no, seriously - genuine LN history is pretty incredible when you’re getting it from a reliable source) but she can see the icon for the NYADaily, pestering her with some kind of breaking news. She waits until Professor Risden’s back is turned, then swipes the screen open, only to have her stomach drop.
BREAKING: “ANTI-SHIFTING” COLLARS APPROVED; WILL BE IMPLEMENTED AS EARLY AS NOVEMBER 1
There are times when convention requires some kind of warning - the verbal intent of making a visit, coordinating times, planning activities - but convention went out the window in moments like this. Moments when nightmares became reality and the pressing need for support outweighed the niceties of calling first. Which is why Marley ducked out of her class early and found herself in front of Dani’s door instead, heart and tongue heavy. Swallowing hard, she reached up to knock, then pressed her ear to the door. “Dani? It’s Marley...” she said, audible enough to be heard without eliciting the unwanted attention of anyone else on that floor.
@shiftingdani