theconsequences: (🎸 walking me across a fragile line)
Mackenzie Jolene Stuart ([personal profile] theconsequences) wrote in [community profile] bocadellogs 2024-04-09 04:18 am (UTC)

Prelude

The vibe has been off.

If Mack were to be honest with herself (an insurmountable task as it was already), she would have known things didn't seem quite right the minute she chose a tunnel. Something like spindly fingers had wrapped around her heart, and she'd felt awful fine with the feeling. However, she'd also been hearing whispers. A lot of things she didn't understand and some things that made her nervous. Not so much for the world at large (she didn't care about that) but for her own ass, and whatever nonsense that sucked her here, whatever nonsense that was definitely not how she ended up in New York before all this.

For now, though, she is sat at a cafe counter, her nose in a newspaper as she peruses for... something. Maybe a job. Maybe an estate sale. She loves the obituaries.

"First time," she tells the man next to her. In front of her is a half-eaten egg croissant sandwich and an overly full cup of coffee. She doesn't pick the cup up, instead opting to lean over her plate and suck coffee from the rim of the cup nosily. "You should get the BLT. That's what I was gonna get, but then I changed my mind."

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