"seriously?" tatum huffed, hearing another pair of footsteps nearby, having thought the shortcut she was taking would be quiet enough to have a little peace. "i don't know who you are, sir, but you can turn the fuck around, alright? i'm not in the mood to pretend to do the whole 'damsel in distress' thing people expect of the time period, cool?" fuck how she missed having a damn taser..

"people are finally starting to head home." tatum said as she stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching sanji by the fire. "you think there's anything left over? i'm starving." she'd been moving all day, having not realized how different that would be to her normal life.. you would have thought going back in time, things would slow down, and yet, she was busier than ever now.

"god, okay dewey! i'm home! you can stop blowing up my phone!" tatum yelled into the hallway as she threw her bag down, having not even looked at the messages or answered any of their brother's calls once they started to really freak. which.. okay, sure, not her best idea, but she hated being on her phone and walking anyways. "what is the big emergency?"

maybe she would have been happier not remembering the regular city, knowing that everything was wrong as she stood here in this tavern, wiping her hands clean on the apron around her waist. it would be so much easier to dip out, to call for coverage if she was home, when he walked in. she hadn't seen lott since they broke up, and the last thing she needs is to run into him in this context.. "if you're gonna order something, order quickly, we're busy."

"here to call me crazy again, billy?" tatum said as she leaned against the edge of the bar, watching him for a moment. she'd been spending the past day trying to figure out if it was only her who knew this place was wrong or not. so far, she felt like she was the only person around who remembered modern dc and it was driving her up the wall. "be quick about it before i call a guard."

"hey, sam." tatum smiled as she came to stand next to the other, having not had a chance to actually talk to the other in a few weeks, wanting to check in on her again. "how're you doing? come here with a date or?"

turning off her phone was... a bad choice, she knew that. but the constant stream of texts and calls coming in were getting annoying and so tatum had turned it off just until she could get home. "i feel like my phone is blowing up today, what the hell is going on?"

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