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Who Alex Reagan and You.
What: Alex needing company while she's being bored out of her mind and supposed to be taking it easy for a week.
When: Whenever you want it set for this week period!
Where: ~~Howard's~~ her and Strand's house
Warnings: None.

[Alex Reagan was not a still person by any means. She was someone who normally was a ball of energy, even when she was entirely sleep deprived and exhibiting all sort of bad judgment. Even the nights where she couldn't sleep, Alex got up, did work, did something so she wasn't just... laying there and not doing anything. This was something that she was seriously having a problem with after she'd spent the first day following the rescue basically sleeping and not being aware of the world. But now that at least some of that sleep debt had been paid off, Alex was bored, and restless and had proclaimed to Richard that she was losing her mind more than once.

Because she'd tried to work, he'd taken away her devices, which reminded her of being home when she was supposed to not use her electronics after ten pm. It was frustrating, because she was a god damn adult, but she'd also agreed to take it easy if he didn't push for her to go to the hospital. It wasn't Alex's fault that she couldn't manage to simply be stubborn and wear him down until he let her go back to normal. Nope, it was all Richard's.

Still, she'd managed to compromise for the big and comfy sofa and company so it wasn't a total loss. After all, she'd declared, that she didn't want random people in their bedroom, and she knew that he'd agreed, because well, Strand was private, save for when Alex put him under a microscope and she was making a good faith effort not to do that anymore. At least not here.

So, when people showed up to the stupidly ornate Victorian house that was still in the process of being put together inside, they were greeted by a annoyed Strand who informed them that "The insufferable one is over there on the couch. You deal with her. You may need wine, or scotch." Before he retreated to a nearby room. And when they came into the living room, Alex was propped up on pillows, and her bruises were in various shades of fading, and she just chirped out as if they were her best friend in the world even though they may not be:]

Hey!

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[As someone who has a very uncertain future ahead of her, she understands wanting to know and fearing the answer. So, she just bobbed her head for a moment in response. Alex wants incredibly badly to know her own future, but there's no way with for her to know. At least not yet.

Still, she frowned at the idea of someone else just blurting out what's to come, and shook her head quickly.]

That would be a terrible way of finding out, I wouldn't want to find out that way either. Either way, it seems like a terrible choice you're going to have to make, Harry. I know I wouldn't want someone to make it for me.

[ He nods. ]

You are right—it is better, I suppose, that I take control of my own destiny, as it were. I shall do so in time.

Okay. Cool. If you need to, and you can't find anything in the library, we've got about a million books here.

[Alex says with a grin and gestures towards the shelving lining the walls.]

Most of it has to do with the occult and whatnot, but I'm sure there's some encyclopedias around here if nothing else.

Thank you for the offer. I may take it.

[ He looks around. ]

It is a very impressive library.

Of course, it's always open!

[Alex looks around then, and offers a smile.]

I'm afraid I can't take credit for it. It's all Richard and the Strands who did it.

[ Harry finally realises that this isn't just a regular house in Riverview with a well-stocked library. ]

This is—Mr Strand's actual house?

Well, his father's house first. But yes. A real estate agent called me and told me that it was left in our names here. It's full of stuff from home from the night that we both last remember.

[Like her suitcase in the front hall along with her own personal laptop and stuff.]

I did not realise that it such a thing was possible.

[ He's imagining now a house-shaped spot on the ground in the city that Alex and Richard come from. ]

Does this happen often?

I didn't know it was possible either, honestly. It just sort of happened. But I think a couple of the other buildings that look a bit out of place came in similar ways as this did.

Do you think that it was ... brought here, as we were? Or could it be [ and this prospect fills him with a vague sense of horror, though he can't explain why ] that it is some kind of duplicate?

[For a moment, Alex just considered that in a way that she hadn't before, and there's a frown on her face before she speaks softly:]

I think it's pulled honestly. It would make the most sense with the portal, and the way everything was when we last were there. I know back home I'm originally from two months before Richard was, and yet I was still there and still doing things and still being me, so I'm guessing that it just pulls them out at the exact moment and then puts them back when you go?

[ Harry frowns, trying to make sense of this. ]

So it vanishes from its place of origin, and returns all but instantaneously, such that those at home would never be the wiser?

Time is a stranger thing than I realised. This place is stranger than I realised.

I think so, yes. I mean we don't know but this place is seriously completely crazy. Yeah, it has its own rhyme and reason, but it's definitely still insane.

[The words come with a gentle smile, because she gets it, Harry, she definitely does. But unfortunately it doesn't change what it is.]

[ Harry just shakes his head. ]

I suppose I shall learn to ... if not become accustomed to it, then to at least be less constantly disturbed.