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whenshewasnice) wrote2014-07-06 09:58 pm
whenshewasnice) wrote2014-07-06 09:58 pm
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Brazil (but not Ribeirao Preto, sigh), Sunday
If you'd asked Natalie just a year ago whether she could imagine herself ending up in a situation where she'd be glad almost to the point of tearing up just to just be on Earth... She would've said no, she couldn't imagine a situation like that. And yet here she was. They'd finally returned, and she was looking all calm and collected about it – because that was the Natalie V. Adams way – but inside was a different story. There was a ton of work to do, and to continue on, now that they were back Earthside, because the situation with Achilles was far from over.
But her first order of business (well, after all the unavoidable stuff like getting sort of settled) was still to get to making a single, important phonecall. There was someone she'd missed dearly.
[ooc: NFB, but open for the one being called, for the one who's probably around, and any calls or texts people might want to fling this way after a long bout of unreachability.]
But her first order of business (well, after all the unavoidable stuff like getting sort of settled) was still to get to making a single, important phonecall. There was someone she'd missed dearly.
[ooc: NFB, but open for the one being called, for the one who's probably around, and any calls or texts people might want to fling this way after a long bout of unreachability.]