THE POST-GAME "EVERYBODY GETS TO VISIT EVERYBODY ELSE" MEME

[devoutish]

Good news! The mysteries of the town have all been uncovered and solved, and characters have found a way to harness the power that brought them here in order to return home. Even better, they've gained total control over its workings, allowing them to visit other worlds on a temporary or permanent basis. Want to go home with your new friends? Want to live on your own world but take free vacations to visit them whenever you want? It's all doable!

Leave a comment briefly describing your character's world/home for other people to comment to. Thread out a visit, create shenanigans, do whatever you want GO CRAZY

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[nursetemple]

[It's a whisper through the ER ward; a few laughs, some curious stares out of the window, a patient or two making noise about hobos and Amish people and all sorts. Claire is way too busy for any of this, but she can't help throwing a look out towards the parking lot herself, and -]

I'm taking my break! [She yells at the nurses' station, already running to the doors of the ward, pushing them open into the mildly chilly winter afternoon.]

Alfie! [She's running to him, but stops awkwardly a few feet away, chuckling to herself.]

[devoutish]

Claire, hello.

[He's bent down, looking at the rims of a Volkswagen. He looks around and makes sure there's no one nearby to listen in before going on.]

These are excellent. How fast do they go? The wheels are little things, aren't they?

[nursetemple]

[Claire relaxes, crossing her arms over her chest as she grins down at him.]

Depends on the car, but they usually top around 120 miles per hour or so.

[Raising an eyebrow, she tilts her head, trying to meet his gaze.]

What are you doing here, Alfie?

[devoutish]

Well, I thought I'd come to visit. See the city in the future, yeah? One hundred twenty miles an hour; really?

[That's shocking, to him. He's sure it's incredibly dangerous.]

[nursetemple]

Yep. Maybe some day I'll take you out on a joyride.

[That'd take a while, considering she doesn't have a car - no need in the city.

She points a thumb towards the hospital, grimacing a little.]

Do you want a coffee? I'm still on for another hour but I have time for that, at least. I'll give you a tour.

[devoutish]

No, no, you go work. I'll wait here and see you in an hour, yeah? Have you got time after, or do you have other plans?

[nursetemple]

No plans.

[Lies, but she can cancel easily enough. She doesn't get these visits all that often, even less from Alfie.]

There's a Starbucks right around the corner, if you want. [Digging into her scrubs pockets, she takes out a couple of bills.] Here, should cover a drink. Plenty of people-watching to do in New York.

[devoutish]

[He examines the money, turning it over in his hands. He's been paid in American currency a time or two, but ninety years into the future, it obviously looks a little different - and that's not even counting inflation. He eyes her incredulously, holding up a five.]

You're giving me this?

[Look, in his day, you could by a drink for a couple of pennies. Five dollars is what you pull out when you really want to get something nice for somebody.]

[nursetemple]

[Claire grins, nodding.]

It's worth a lot less nowadays than it did back in your time. That will barely cover you for coffee. Don't worry, it's really nothing.

[devoutish]

Your economy sounds frightful.

[But he goes off with a little wave to her, and when she gets off work and comes to find him, he'll be in that corner Starbucks, drinking a coffee and reading a newspaper. He lifts his cup to her when she comes in.]

Here, this is called a "caramel macchiato". Have you heard of it? Can't say I like it much.

[nursetemple]

[She sits by him, dropping her bag on the floor. She feels tired, grubby, still in her scrubs and with her hair dirty. But just the coffee smell around them is heavenly.]

Hm, yeah. It's very sweet, isn't it? Not my thing either. I'm more of a cappuccino girl, although I do drink black coffee when pulling a double shift.

[She smiles at him, leaning her chin on her hand, propped up with her elbow on the table.]

What brings you here then, Alfie?

[devoutish]

[He swirls the cup, looking at it critically before taking another small sip.]

Do I need a better reason than seeing you?

[nursetemple]

No, you don't.

[Smiling tiredly, she opens her arms for a moment, then has to stifle a yawn, pressing her hand to her mouth, embarrassed.]

I'm so sorry. You're catching me at the tail-end of a double shift, I'm pretty exhausted. But I'm glad to see you, Alfie. You look well.

[devoutish]

[He stands, pushing the cup across the table to her. It's sugary sweet, but it's still coffee.]

I'll walk you home.

[nursetemple]

[She takes the swig, nodding.]

Okay. I got a really nice bottle of scotch waiting for an occasion to be opened, anyway.

[devoutish]

[He holds out his elbow to her, all 1920s-gentleman-like.]

[nursetemple]

[She takes it, walking out of the coffee shop, walking close.]

I only live a few blocks away. Not the nicest neighborhood, but it's home.

[devoutish]

I can't believe the buildings--

[He'd spent the walk over staring up in awe, and he's doing the same thing now.]

[nursetemple]

And we got a lot more bigger ones in Manhattan. If you stay until tomorrow, I can take you.

[It's an invitation, and she knows it.]

[devoutish]

Well - that's not an offer I can turn down.

There's towers in New York, in my time - I've seen photographs.

[But he's never seen them in person.]

[nursetemple]

There's probably bigger ones now.

[She would explain the World Trade Center and 9/11 to him, too, but it doesn't feel like the right moment at all. Instead, she smiles.]

We're here. [She points to a squat building the street over, red bricks walls lit up by the street lamps.] But just so you know, I didn't expect company, so it's a mess.

[devoutish]

I'm sure there are.

[He tears his gaze away from the buildings in the distance to focus on the ground level now, shooting Claire a wry look.]

Now, this looks more like what I'm familiar with.

[nursetemple]

What, dirty and small? [She laughs, pulling her keys out of her bag and tugging him along to the front door.

She lives on the fourth floor, and opens the door to him, stepping in first to pick up discarded bras and shirts from the couch, kicking shoes from the middle of the floor to any corner of the room.]

Told you, it's a mess, but make yourself at home. Want some of that scotch?

[devoutish]

[He averts his eyes politely from the bras, instead zeroing in on more proper things - the TV, maybe, if there's one visible.]

Yeah, I won't turn down the scotch. Yeah.

[nursetemple]

[There is, right in front of the couch, with the remote on the coffee table in between. Once she's dumped everything in her bedroom, Claire goes straight to the kitchen, and pours them both a drink. She hands him one, then sits, relaxing instantly.]

The first bottle I bought when I got back from Norfinbury was Lagavulin. Oh, how I'd missed it.