So, I'm back...

[courtneycrumrin]

For those of you who don't already know: I was, essentially, abducted by aliens. I've spent the last few days in a pocket dimension on a space station, thinking I was someone else. I'm fine, but there are still others trapped there, and we don't know what happened to one of the guys I was escaping with.

I'm a little creeped out by what they did

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[myra_reldon]

I imagine The Shadow has already asked you more questions than you care to repeat. I'm glad that you're back.

[courtneycrumrin]

Not as many as I thought, actually, but I may be in for more when I see him in person. I'm glad to be back. You know they made me think I was some kind of rich socialite debutante? I still can't believe my brains got scrambled enough to buy into that.

[myra_reldon]

Just don't let him grill you.

Really? Courtney the socialite? I just don't see you as the cocktails and dresses sort of gal. (No offense intended.)

[courtneycrumrin]

Oh, don't worry. He can dish it, I can take it. In the verbal department, anyway.

They altered my memories with these injecty-things. It's hard to explain. But, yes, they had me wearing a red cocktail dress and high heels and sneaking out to a bar to pick up guys.

[iamsthenyaer]

I'm glad you're back. I'm... I'm sorry I couldn't do anything, Courtney.

Gibbs is still gone...

[courtneycrumrin]

Thanks, Mel. I'm glad to be back.

God, I'm sorry about Gibbs. If I'd seen him, if I'd known...

[iamsthenyaer]

Did you kick ass?

... you'd have lassoed him and made him stay with you, because you're a good sister?

[courtneycrumrin]

I kicked a little ass, yes.

Totally.

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Uh...actually, I met an alternate of you. She seemed okay. Awfully shy. Irma?
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