MCA 8, Saturday morning

[craftyladyparts]

After an annoying, annoying trip back to town that at least ended okay (thanks, Tony!), Jessica was trying to get back to normal. She'd spent weeks either on Earth-001 or Earth-803 and then so much time dealing with Portalocity on her way back. She had real take out food last night and caught up and/or gave up on her personal and work e-mails. Both

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[fjordicswagger]

we should probably talk sometime, Tamsin texted.

It had been months. And that wasn't exactly all on Jessica.

Oops. Avoidance ran deep.

[craftyladyparts]

Any time in particular? Jessica responded. I'm just playing god with the color of my hair right now if you want to do it sooner rather than later.

She wasn't sure how much of that talk was going to be "Hey, noticed you disappeared for a couple months with no notice," "Yeah, that's a thing I do," and how much would be whatever was going on before said disappearance. There was no way to tell without just seeing.

[fjordicswagger]

Back over on Godiva street, Tamsin let out a groan. "Fine," she muttered. "Time to put my big girl panties on."

Be there in a sec.

Ugh.

[craftyladyparts]

Please bring coffee. I have none. 🙁

That would also give Jessica a chance to rinse so there wouldn't have to be a weird hair break in the middle of a potentially serious conversation.