THE TEST DRIVE MEME

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[saturniapavonia]

[Get it together bro. Seriously. He squints and now lets go of her hand to take both of them through his hair to slick it back.]

But-! I can't just-!

[Shelly could be out there. But she could be here. What about...anything! A few deep breaths now.]

Things are sort of heavy back home, you know?

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia can't help but sigh a little, brows going up to her hairline.]

Without any actual context, would you believe me if I said I completely understand?

But get this - time here is different. Whatever you're dealing with, it won't move on without you while you're here. You go back, you go back to the moment you left. So if you're worried about something you left behind...it'll still be there.

[saturniapavonia]

[She says she understands but she's laughing.

Suck it up, Roman. You're a warrior, right? You must make hear heart steel. It could be way worse, Lydia could have told him that God doesn't want him to be happy, he wants him to be strong.

Boy. It's warmer here right now than Pennsylvania.]

How can you be so sure, Lydia?

[Even though he's just met her the drive to believe someone, anyone is strong. And the uncanny Lethaness of her makes it better and worse.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[She glances at him sidelong for a moment, like she's gaguing just how much she wants to tell him. Then,]

So last year an evil dead werewolf decided to spiritually control me from beyond the grave in order to be resurrected while nearly having me kill all of my friends. Most recently my English teacher who turned out to be an evil druid told me I was a banshee right before she attempted to kill me with a garrotte.

[Lydia lifts her chin, exposing the thin circle of bruising around her neck briefly.]

Shit's gotten really heavy.

[saturniapavonia]

[Oh. Uh. Woah. Roman clears his throat. He does it twice at the look of the bruising at her neck.]

I gotta get back home. My friend and I, we were hunting a vargulf that killed girls in the town. Some lady is out there who thinks that my friend did it. He's a werewolf too.

[But wait! There's more!]

My sister is six feet tall, mute and has respiratory issues. She killed it before we did. A cop went nuts, shot her and she ran away. I don't know where she is. My cousin was pregnant and died in childbirth.

[And-? There's a dark haze hanging over him, a locked door to his thoughts and memory. He doesn't have a key. Just the heaviest sense of dread on the brink of something.]

My mother is fucking psycho.

[So....]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Stare.]

[Stare.]

[Stare.]

[Stare.]

You win.

[After a beat,]

Like I said - you'll go back to the exact moment you left. I know that sounds impossible, but everyone I've spoken to whose come back says that's how it works.

[saturniapavonia]

[Poor, poor little rich boy you are now, Roman Godfrey. He regrets hauling it all out. It is clear that Lydia has some serious shit going down. He looks away and nods before looking back.]

I didn't mean it as a contest. Just. That's what's going on more or less.

[Shruuug.]

Did they tell you how to go back at all? Or just...pop in and pop out like whack a mole?

[lefthandedgenius]

Whack-a-mole. Emphasis on the whack.

[Lydia presses her lips together, cocking her head to consider Roman.]

So. We need to find you a place, right? Even if temporarily?