Aisling had told herself she'd take a break after... whatever had happened with Ash and Lune. Cut it off, like after Szofrit and Vintergard.
Unfortunately Aisling, unlike Ash, wasn't known for staying on wagons.
But where internal willpower failed her, external forces had her back - this time in the form of an invitation to meet family and friends on the east coast. Family and friends that she'd been neglecting, with her new job and its unique demands. It was a welcome distraction, and a good way to use of the PTO she'd been accumulating. If anyone asked about the old VR set stowed away with her luggage, it was just in case.
It was a day after Aisling had settled in that she found herself looking through her phone contacts. She'd neglected most of them (she preferred other messaging tools anyway), but it was one in particular that had caught her eye. A name she'd added on a whim, despite her usual paranoia about sharing her number, which was similarly neglected.
She hoped it wasn't too out of nowhere. She hadn't even found the energy to dig up a cat picture from the internet lately.
...and that was how Aisling ended up back in New York, bundled up against the late winter chill. She considered herself more tolerant of cold weather than most, but this was still still a bit much.
(The coat was new. It had been a little more expensive than she liked, but the quality seemed to match the cost.
It also reminded her of the one Ash wore. There was an odd sort of rightness that came with wearing it, but she tried not to think about it. Or the fact that the green clashed with her hair and made her look like a Christmas ornament.)
Not as bad as the Hylands at least, she thought with a grumble, a half-burnt cigarette hanging from her mouth as she lurked outside the "Chicken Kitchen" - a place that seemed a little high class, but also had model of a giant roast chicken hanging from the ceiling for some reason.

Hopefully the table she'd reserved wouldn't be under said giant roast chicken. She had enough things hanging over her head at the moment.
Unfortunately Aisling, unlike Ash, wasn't known for staying on wagons.
But where internal willpower failed her, external forces had her back - this time in the form of an invitation to meet family and friends on the east coast. Family and friends that she'd been neglecting, with her new job and its unique demands. It was a welcome distraction, and a good way to use of the PTO she'd been accumulating. If anyone asked about the old VR set stowed away with her luggage, it was just in case.
It was a day after Aisling had settled in that she found herself looking through her phone contacts. She'd neglected most of them (she preferred other messaging tools anyway), but it was one in particular that had caught her eye. A name she'd added on a whim, despite her usual paranoia about sharing her number, which was similarly neglected.
[ LONG HANNO ]
Hey, I'm gonna be in your area this week.
Want to meet up and get lunch? My treat.
She hoped it wasn't too out of nowhere. She hadn't even found the energy to dig up a cat picture from the internet lately.
...and that was how Aisling ended up back in New York, bundled up against the late winter chill. She considered herself more tolerant of cold weather than most, but this was still still a bit much.
(The coat was new. It had been a little more expensive than she liked, but the quality seemed to match the cost.
It also reminded her of the one Ash wore. There was an odd sort of rightness that came with wearing it, but she tried not to think about it. Or the fact that the green clashed with her hair and made her look like a Christmas ornament.)
Not as bad as the Hylands at least, she thought with a grumble, a half-burnt cigarette hanging from her mouth as she lurked outside the "Chicken Kitchen" - a place that seemed a little high class, but also had model of a giant roast chicken hanging from the ceiling for some reason.

"...that thing looks like it could fall down any second."
Hopefully the table she'd reserved wouldn't be under said giant roast chicken. She had enough things hanging over her head at the moment.
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