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Wednesday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 12:00PM, New York City, New York

@FantasyChic "Salad it is then, see you in a few minutes." Ryan called out as he finally started to leave the lab behind, Quinn was now in the lab alone, there was about five rings it was just about to go to an answering machine when finally a voice came up over on the other end. "Hello, how can I help you?" There was a woman's voice on the other end of the line, Quinn could hear on the other end some children arguing, but it was probably over something that was petty since kids usually did fight over the dumbest and smallest things.

@Natsu "It's Crystal." The woman said giving Adalene an awkward smile as she entered the apartment, as she ran a hand through her hair letting out a slight sigh. Her attention turned towards Adalene asking if she had a phone on her, and shook her head slightly. "It's in the apartment, I really don't want to go back in there at least not now." She answered and accepted Adalene's cell phone, as she started to dial in the number to her brother. "Hey, little brother are you busy?" She asked, as she started to bring him up to speed on what happened, before hanging up. "Thank you again." She said towards Adalene grateful for her help.

@Damo021 The man that Aaliyah was serving, quickly went to try and clean himself off, grabbing the napkins that were there as he went to dry as best he could his lap was pretty much wet now at this point. "Your fine, small spaces and all that tend to make it happen." He said, as Aaliyah turned to face the man, he was very much a good head taller then Aaliyah was. Getting a better look at his face now he had a few piercings over his eyebrows, and nose, and a few in his ear. He took a step closer towards Aaliyah as if he was actually looking for a fight. "And what are you gonna do about it girlie?" He asked, Aaliyah in the corner of her eye could see a few of her coworkers getting ready to call the police if something happened.

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Wednesday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 9:00AM, Seattle, Washington

@Morose @BlueSky44 "I think being called fairy is a bit worse." Gideon said looking over towards Scott, before turning towards Jason which shop he was intended on going to. "The place is called Other Yummy Things." He answered, which would be the same shop that he had bumped, or more rather mentally teleported to where he had met the woman Isley. It wasn't that far at all from their current location, it was about six blocks away from where they were currently.

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"True, but we can get into the medical database with no problem. But true if another one pops up we can ask them and stuff like that." Olivia said giving Claire a friendly smile as she leaned back in her seat looking outside once more. It was still pretty cloudy out right now, but now it was just a light drizzle outside. Then Olivia's attention turned towards Claire and smiled, she had been going to this café ever since she took up the job at the ME office, and spent her early and late days there to get her cup of coffee.

"Why not apply for the FBI or get a detective position instead of being a beat cop?" Olivia finally asked looking over at her and smiled, she didn't mind just sitting there and making small talk. "I'm just from a small hick town down in Pennsylvania called Red Lake, nothing to big or exciting ever happens there." Olivia answered with a slight shrug when she turned her head to see the door opening, it was Ryan she would occasionally see him every now and then. "So what about you, what made you want to be a cop?" Olivia finally asked turning the questioning over towards her new companion.

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Riley looked towards Amelia and shook her head. "I think I can deflect it, I make force fields and stuff like that." Riley said towards Amelia and gave her an awkward smile. It was all still really weird for her to be talking with someone who also was experiencing the same issues that she was having currently. Then it looked like Riley was looking around to Amelia as she heard Lucas' voice, then she came to and she was back in the restaurant that she was in.

"Sorry, was uh having a visitor." Riley said as she started to take off her glasses, and took off the Bluetooth ear piece that she was having. And then Amelia would appear right next to Lucas in the restaurant that they were all in, and Lucas would see her there as well, biting her lower lip for a moment and gestured towards Lucas. "That's who I was just talking to this is Amelia." Riley said looking at Amelia and smiled at her. "I guess we are all the same in a way." Riley said awkwardly.

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Emmie looked towards Lana as she leaned herself up against the side of the table looking up at the FBI agent for a moment as she started to speak. It was weird for her as well, the whole experience that is, she was sick but being a hobo pretty much she didn't have anyway to get to a hospital for medical attention. Instead a few weeks later she was feeling a lot better then the weirder stuff happened and she got her strange powers.

"Well I am real, I'm at a dollar tree in the downtown area." Emmie answered as she ran a hand through her hair letting out a slight sigh as she thought about it. "Well I see strange people I never met, then the weird ass dream where someone got killed, and then getting teleport powers and I go wherever I had visited before." Emmie answered.

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“What? Really!?” Amelia found herself quite happy at hearing Riley's power. A power that would protect the user! That meant that Riley could actually protect herself from her power and not be harmed. Amelia now felt quite a bit better, mostly because she knew she cannot hurt one of her favorite singers. Then there was also the fact that she realized she just met Riley and they were chatting. She wondered if someone as famous would be willing to be friends with her, but given how they were speaking... it should be fine right?” Ahmm Riley would it...” She was just about to ask if it would be alright to exchange phone numbers in case they need to contact each other if something bad happens connected to their condition when suddenly everything changed.

“Where? What happened?!” Amelia asked half panicked as everything around her had changed in time that would be less than a blink. It was scary, unsettling and she was panicking as she heard Riley's voice and her eyes locked onto the other woman. Riley was here again... or wait... was it the other way? Was she at the singer's location now? She then realized Riley was speaking to someone else, Amelia looked slowly over to him. He was staring at her... Why was he staring?! Amelia shivered a little as she took a step away from him, feeling endangered if she stood closer.

“Ahhmmm...” She rubbed her hands nervously, her afraid gaze shifting from Riley to Lucas and back, unsure what was happening and who he was, but he can see her so given Riley's words he was one of them? Well thinking about it, his face did seem similar.

“Thank...you...” Amelia answered to Lucas who complimented her name. What was with that butterfly!? She had no idea, but she wanted to hide... where were they?” Ehh... where are we?” She asked quietly, looking about she realized it was a restaurant of some variety.” I don't know how I got here... I was just back in the alley near the park one moment and then I was here...” She added, keeping her eyes down now, avoiding eyecontact.” If my mind's here... what's happening with my body!?”

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“Frankly, I do not like the FBI, too much rules and even more paperwork than I've got to deal with right now.” Was Claire's reply to that question. It was a near lightning fast reply that indicated she had given it some thoughts before.” That and I just never really wanted to be part of the FBI before. Let's just say I wish to keep some of my secrets and if I work for something like the FBI, I will probably not be able to.” She added with a shrug of her shoulders. That said admittedly having her powers as an FBI agent would be invaluable experience and benefit.

“For detective... I've thought about it actually.” She admitted with a smile.” That said it requires specific education which I do not have, so I've been researching for ways to get a degree in the needed education... Sigh had I known I wanted to be in law enforcement when I was growing up I would have picked a proper college that will allow me to expand in this career. That said, I do not think a street cop is a bad thing to be, though I've been thinking of maybe trying to apply for something too. Will see.”

“Would you believe me if I say a bad marriage?” Claire nearly burst into laughter just remembering the event.” Yeah... made a bad choice as a teenager... married while in college. Marriage didn't turn good, I had to call the police on him. Then I decided to be a cop with the hope of getting to be the one to cuff him next time he screwed up... Decided to stay at it because I actually sort of took a liking to 'serve and protect'.” She smiled.

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"Sure thing." Came Justin's reply, accompanied by a slight smile as he went back to doing his work leaning forward against his desk. It was only moments before Justin was back into the music,Lucinda quickly noticed him typing to the beat. Her eyes drifted over to a large group of her colleagues surrounding one of their screens. A quick glance at the screen only brought Lucinda to see Riley, she didn't watch much further. It was like someone was throwing sign after sign at Lucinda and she was ignoring them.

That was when Lucinda remembered seeing the pop princess in the collection of faces in her dreams. At the time she thought nothing if it, although the majority of current pop culture was particularly the young woman's forte it undeniably surrounded her, her occupation was partially to blame for that. What if... No... It was ridiculous... or was it possible the star was one of them? She turned back to the video being played, a capture of proof of who she was. Lucinda quickly ran through the paper's contacts to find Riley's. She dialled the number.

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Jace made a face at Scott, and made as if he was going to try and punch the guy, but his sister held him back. "I'm 19 actually," he said between his teeth. This guy was still angering him, with every word that came out of his mouth he made it worse. "I'm not a twink." He really wanted Scott to go shove it and leave, but he had already said that he was going to stick around, and there was nothing they could do about it.

"Calm down Jace, don't make things worse would you. I'm 16 by the way, not 12, I'm still in high school while my brother is in college," she said simply, her arm was gripping onto her brother's preventing him from striking Scott. She knew her brother all too well, and if he was feeling threatened, odds were that he was going to strike out at him. Right now, based on how her brother was acting, she didn't need to see what he was doing to know.

He let out a sigh, before he stepped back again. She was right, she was right about a lot of things, usually if he got overprotective, she would say something to stop him. Like she basically just did. He was annoyed at the whole situation they were in, but with nothing else to do, all that could be done is to move on and hope you find answers.

"Alright then, if you know where this shop is, lead the way," Janelle said calmly, preparing to use her cane so they could move forward and walk. She didn't like depending on her brother to move around, preferring to be as independent as possible, and it annoyed her whenever people treated her differently. Eyesight didn't make a person, and she did "see" the world, just in a different way from everyone else.

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Quinn was worried she would have to leave an awkward message on their answering machine and she knew there were kids in the family. She didn't want to alert them first, in case they got to the machine before their mother. However, her worries were satiated when she heard the voice on the phone. The woman sounded tired and she could hear arguments in the background that could only come from children. This led her to believe she found the right person.

"Hello, Ms. Smith? My name is Quinn Peterson with the Medical Examiner's lab. I hate being the one to bear bad news, but we found your husband's remains. We will process them and return them to you as quickly as possible. If you don't mind, can I ask you a few questions? I can do so in person if that makes it easier." She knew the woman had children to handle and she was just given horrible news. She wanted to make it as easy as possible.

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"Yeah, that's the shop where princess worked," Scott commented. He recognized the name of the place and he knew the general area where it was - but he never expected to ever enter it. It was the antithesis of everything that he enjoyed in life. It lacked alcohol, violence, and easy money. He then glanced over and grinned a bit as he saw the kid about to punch him. "Maybe you aren't a twink after all," Scott mused. "But if you want to punch someone, kid, you just gotta go for it. Otherwise, they'll do this," he said, before swinging a punch at Jace's face. He pulled his punch just before his fist connected. "Just good advice."

However, his expression grew a little more serious - she was his daughter's age, then. He then could understand a little bit more why the other ginger seemed to be so protective of her. He hadn't met his kid but if he had, he'd probably be just the same. "I have a daughter your age," Scott said. He wasn't sure why he decided to share that fact about himself - most people he worked with had no idea that he had a kid and he preferred to keep it that way. He didn't want Jenna to get mixed up in any sort of nastiness directed at him.

He then shoved his hands in his pockets and started to walk to the pie shop. Maybe they'd get some answers from Isley - that, or they were about to find out that she had been killed in a horrible accident. Both seemed likely at this point.

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Adalene nodded, noting her distaste for confrontation. Adalene may have been punched a few less times if she shared that trait, but she there seriously was a lot of fun in a good fight. She shrugged, as she took her phone back, saying, "No problem." She shrugged. She went fully into her apartment, "So what'd he say?" She asked, wanting to know if she'd be having a house mate for the night or not. "I can get you a blanket or two and set you up on the couch later if you need to stay." Adalene didn't quite know what else she could do for the girl right now, and so she sat on the couch, and kept her eyes on her.

"By the way, I was gonna make pork chops for dinner tonight, I should have enough for both of us, you're cool with that?" She asked, trying to make conversation. This was a bit of an awkward situation, given that Crystal was practically a stranger to her. Maybe it'd be best if she tried to get to know her a little better. Once everything was cleared up, maybe she could find out what this girl was all about. Waiting for a response, she crossed her arms, and rested her head on the back of the couch.

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Wednesday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 12:00PM, New York City, New York

@FantasyChic There was a very long and awkwardly quiet pause over the phone as Mrs. Smith on the other end started to try and process what Quinn had just told her. The arguments from the kids were quiet now as she could hear a door closing, so that there was some quiet over the phone. "How did you find him?" She asked, the woman's voice sounded like she was doing her best now to try and hold everything together now. "What do you need to know?" She finally asked after another long and awkward pause.

@Natsu Crystal looked over towards Adalene after she finished up her phone call, she walked over and handed back Adalene's phone letting out a slight sigh. "No need, my brother said he will come by in about two hours or so." She said softly as she moved over and sat down on the far end of the couch. She gave Adalene a friendly smile, and quickly shook her head, she was grateful for her hospitality. "No need, you've already done enough." She said giving a slightly awkward smile.

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Wednesday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 9:00AM, Seattle, Washington

@Morose @BlueSky44 Gideon looked between the three of them, as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he watched the three of them talk, Jason seemed to be the overbearing and over protective brother, while Janelle seemed to be the more calm and collected, and Scott. Well Scott seemed to be the person who just rubbed everyone the wrong way, as Gideon watched Scott nearly punching Jason, but didn't hit the young man. "How about we just not instigate anything okay?" He asked, and looked towards Scott and gave him a slight nod as he started to follow the older man towards the pasty shop.

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Olivia looked towards Claire as she started to talk about why she didn't want to be an FBI agent, and gave her a slight nod, doing ME work was a lot of paper work as well, once you finished up the autopsies. "I've worked with some, but yeah they seem to have a lot of paper work to do all the time." Olivia said giving a slight smile as she leaned back in her seat and looked towards her, she also had the pleasure of working with detectives as well. "I'm sure you'd make it to detective at some point." Olivia said giving her a friendly smile.

Then Claire started to bring up some more of her past, she leaned forward and started to listen in with some interest. She didn't think that Claire was actually married at all, but then again she had just met the woman. "I'm sure he'd like a pair of cuffs on his wrists." Olivia said with a slight laugh as she took a drink from her coffee.

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"It's what i'm gonna call it." Riley said giving a slight shrug, she didn't know what else to call it all of them were all connected in someway shape or form. She looked over towards Lucas and nodded, as Riley grabbed her glass and started to lift it up, and tilted it upside down. There the liquid was held inside by what looked like a shimmering shield, before she started to lose control and then it spilled down onto the floor. "Well shit.." Riley said spilling some of it onto her lap letting out a slight grumbling sound as she quickly started to dry herself off.

Riley's attention turned towards Amelia, she was confused where her actual body was, which was pretty simple. "Your real body is where it was, like how mine was when it happened to me." Riley said as she then started to hear her phone going off, she noticed the butterfly flying up and then vanishing. That was a bit of an interesting show to see, as her attention turned back to her phone, and quickly got up from her seat. "Just one moment, order whatever you want Lucas." Riley said, looking down at the caller ID seeing a Seattle number on it, Riley's mind instantly went to her sister Chloe, before finally answering it. "Hello, who is this?" Riley finally asked.

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Emmie looked over towards Lana and gave her a nod. "Freaked the fuck out." Emmie answered as she rubbed the back of her neck letting out a slight sigh. "Living on the streets, I've seen a lot of stuff, drugs, people killing each other for drugs, people banging each other for drugs and money, even the occasional stabbing or shooting as well." Emmie answered as she leaned up against the table looking at the older woman.

"I remember that singer, and I recognize a cop I believe she work here in New York, the rest of the faces I haven't gotten the slightest clue." Emmie answered, as she started to think of more details of the dream. "Then theres the killer, never could get a look on him, but it looks like he has powers like us." Emmie finally answered looking at Lana.

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“What...” Amelia mumbled as Riley explained that her body was still back where she was. Then... her body was in the middle of that back alley!? It shouldn't be dangerous... she was going to snap back if her body was in danger...right? She was a lil afraid now, actually no need to lie she was really afraid now. She panicked even more and while she could feel her power, nothing was happening around her here... then her power wasn't transferring to these visits... She tried to calm down and took a deep breath, looking around. This was a pretty restaurant... no wonder she didn't know it, she'd never be able to afford dining in a good place like this. Well she'd afford it, but probably have to fasten for a few days afterwards.

As Riley went to answer her phone, Amelia realized she had lost her chance to ask for the other woman's contact info and became a little bit sad. That said there was now also that man whom made her flinch by how he stared at her earlier. She felt uncomfortable right now, this was her usual way of acting around unfamiliar people.' Why am I here?' She wondered though, why did her mind jump here? Was it going to be like this all the time now? Just walk down the street and then whole day of jumping locations?

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“Maybe one day. Besides if I'm ever too strapped for cash, I can just go to Vegas for a few days...” She replied with a laugh, but was otherwise completely serious. Her in Vegas was a plain day robbery. Poker, Black Jack even roulette if the dealer was affecting it, she'd probably have a blast winning money there. Granted she'd have to hold back a little to be not way to obvious about it, but it was possible to make an absurd amount of money in just a few brief days or even a night given the proper game of choice and players.

“He already liked it. He's still behind bars after his last screw up...” Claire added with a really happy smile. There was a certain degree of menace in that smile though. It was not evil per say... more like she was enjoying it a tad too much. She had heard a few nice stories about her ex in prison and stuff that happened to him. Truth being told she was overjoyed at it and regretful she didn't have photos to mount on her wall.” The bastard even tried to call me once and begged me to pull some strings/pay money so they leave him alone in prison...” She added with a shrug.” I hung up though, I'm not giving him a cent.”

“What about you, Olivia? What got you into the ME? Not exactly the first choice of career for most young women. What attracted you to it?”

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Quinn heard the background noise get quiet and she hoped it was Mrs. Smith was ushering the kids out and not because they heard what she said. The last thing she wanted was to be the one to break it to the children that they won't be seeing their dad anymore. She didn't know Mr. Smith, but given the fact his family was looking for him, he couldn't be all bad.

Unlike her own father.

She shook her head and got back to the task at hand. "The police found his remains. As I said, Mrs. Smith, I can finish up here and meet you if that makes it easier. The questions I have to ask are...personal and I don't know if you'd rather discuss them over the phone or in person. You can stop by here, if that's easier also. Either way, I am just about done here and can be wherever you need me to quickly." Quinn felt a pounding headache coming and she knew it was because of all this going on. She wanted air so she hoped Mrs. Smith would allow her to get some. If even for an hour.

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Jason didn't even flinch as Scott almost punched him. Having grown up playing sports, he was used to fighting others. This guy was really starting to get on his nerves, but he said nothing in response. Deciding to listen to what Gideon had said about not making things worse. He grabbed his sister's arm to help her, but she yanked it away. Letting out a sigh, he followed Gideon, but he decided to make one commentto Scott. "I've been in fights before, I know how to throw a few punches," he said, before looking away from him.

Janelle said nothing to her brother, becoming thoroughly annoyed with him. Her brother was way to protective, and she preferred to do things on her own. She easily could move about, doing things on her own, but he seemed to constantly think that she was an invalid or something. She heard Scott say that she was the same age as his daughter, and she smiled, turning in the direction of his voice. Using her cane, she easily was able to walk on the sidewalk. "Well, looks like we're going to meet up with someone else like us then," she said.

Her brother kept staring straight ahead, ignoring the others, but Scott in particular. The guy definitely could get under his skin, but he wasn't going to let him know that. Scott was not someone he'd ever be seen with normally, but he seemed to be fine with his sister. As long as the guy didn't do anything or say anything mean to Janelle, they might be able to survive this whole encounter in piece. Otherwise, he might just start fighting the guy.

Her mind was wandering around, trying to think of everything that had happened in the day. Things definitely were going crazy, but they had to make the most of what they had. One mind couldn't figure things out alone, but maybe with others they could. Hopefully they met the other woman, the one who Scott had met with when he popped up somewhere else. The whole thing was still weird, and she wasn't even sure how they had traveled someplace without actually moving. That idea was high on her list of priorities that they needed to find out about.

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Adalene shrugged, "Sounds good to me." She reoriented herself to face Crystal, and smiled, "It's good you that you have someone here for you when you need it." She said. Her dad was always that person for her, as much of a hardass as he could be, she knew that if she were in Crystal's shoes, he'd be the one she'd be calling. "So uh..." She wasn't quite sure what to do with her now, "Is your brother in the city?" She kinda figured he had to be, it wasn't a quick task to get into New York City, unless you were right in the surrounding areas. "What's he do?"

As she lay on the couch, she curled up a bit. This was a much more eventful day than she'd be used to. She did become a bit reclusive since she burned her friend's apartment down. She could continue to dwell on that, but instead of dealing with the fact that she was, technically, an arsonist, she shook her head and distracted herself further. She had tomorrow's dinner with Sarah to look forward to, which would hopefully be fun. She rested her eyes on Crystal, waiting for an answer.

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"Kid, instigating things is how I pay the bills," Scott said with a chuckle, roughly clapping Gideon on the back. He then glanced back at Jason claiming he'd been in fights before and he couldn't help but openly laugh. The only fights he could see this kid getting into were with his blind sister - and even then, Scott was skeptical that he could win. "You have a future in stand up, kid," he snickered. "But you can leave the fighting to the real men, okay? Until I don't doubt that you could take your sister in a fight, I can't believe that you'd know how to even punch a fucking fly, okay?"

Did Scott know that he was pissing everyone off? Yes. Yes he did. It was one of his skills and something that he'd list on his resume if he could. Of course, his resume was mostly reputation based in his line of work. The small bit of silence was starting to bother him and he glanced up and down the street, wondering how much longer it'd be until they were at the pie shop. "So - what's with the ginger hair?" Scott asked, looking at Janelle rather than her brother.

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Wednesday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 12:00PM, New York City, New York

@FantasyChic Mrs. Smith nodded slightly. "I can meet you in about thirty minutes, just text me the address." She said softly as she looked outside and towards her kids. "Momma is gonna be out for a few minutes i'll have the neighbors look after you for a few minutes." She said, as she started to get things ready as she headed out the door. "Sorry Ms. Quinn, anyway i'll give you my cellphone number as well." She said letting out a slight sigh and sniffle as she started to say her phone number. "I'll see you soon." Mrs. Smith said before hanging up. A few seconds later Ryan came back into the office carrying two bags, and went into the office before coming back in a few seconds later. "Got you a chicken salad, does that work?" He asked, when he pulled out a giant sub, taking a bite out of it and made his way over towards her. "So find anything new?"

@Natsu Crystal looked over at Adalene and gave her a slight smile as gave her a nod. "Yeah, just he's on the other side of Manhattan so knowing the traffic I will take a bit of time." She said with a slight sigh as she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "He works as a barber." She answered giving a slight smile, she was always close with her brother after all. "What about you, what do you do for a living?" She finally asked.

@Damo021 Skinhead took another step closer towards Aaliyah, his breath obviously reeking of booze and halitosis as well, if she got a look his teeth were also very bad as well. "You aint gonna do shit girlie." He said and gave Aaliyah another very hard shove causing her to stumble backwards a few feet. All of his buddies were also snickering and some even laughing, they think that he could probably end up crushing Aaliyah. One of Aaliyah's coworkers were getting ready to dial 911 as the scene started to unfold, Skinhead then took another step towards her, and he was about to reach for something.

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Time: 9:00AM, Seattle, Washington

@Morose @BlueSky44 Gideon stumbled slightly when Scott gave him a rough pat on the back, he looked over his shoulder towards the much larger man. The walk wasn't that far, and once there Gideon looked around before finding an empty booth and made his way over towards it and sat down. A few seconds later Isley came out from the back of the kitchen and stopped right in her tracks when she noticed Scott, Jason, Gideon and Janelle. They would also recognize her face as well from he very same dream that they all had the night before, she quickly went to her boss and spoke. "Gonna take my break now." She said before quickly making her way over towards Scott and looked at him. "Thought I wouldn't see you ever again." She said crossing her arms over her chest, looking over at the other three people who were there.

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Olivia was about to say something, but she then just remembered that Claire could easily read minds of the people there. "Well if you ever go to Vegas you better take me along with you I could use the money." Olivia said with a slight smirk as she leaned back and took another sip of her coffee. She couldn't help but smirk slightly listening in on her bragging about having her ex behind bars, she gave a slight shrug when Claire asked what got her into being a medical examiner.

"I wanted to be able to try and give some closure to family in case there was some kind of cold case, or try and find out what caused someone's death. Whether it was natural causes or if there was some kind of murder." Olivia said. "Oh and, generally just having an office to yourself some days is always a good thing." She said softly.

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Riley waited for a few seconds before shrugging slightly when she didn't get a reply, but decided to keep whoever was on the line, putting them on speaker, before turning back to her conversation with Amelia and Lucas. "So anyway, you okay Amelia?" Riley asked looking over at her newfound friend who she just randomly just appeared in front of.

Riley looked over towards a waiter and waved over for some food, and then looked back at Amelia she was concerned for her, since she was very scared and shy on everything that has been going on lately. "We will figure all of this out." Riley said softly towards the both of them.

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Quinn spoke her approval and hung up to let the woman get what she needed to be done. At that time, Ryan returned. Bless him, he actually bought her something. And she was about to run out of the room. She turned to face him "Just spoke with the wife and she is going to meet with me to pick up her husband's remains once we are done here. Apart from that, nothing much else, poor guy. Let's finish him up then and get him ready for pick-up. And thanks for the salad!"

She wasn't hungry as much anymore, given all that occurred, but she texted the woman the address to a nearby cafe within walking distance. It would be the best place to exchange and they could set up privately while she asked what she needed to. It was more than a burning curiosity at this point. Something weird was going on. Well, weirder than what she was already used to.

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“Ahh... yes, I think.” Amelia replied quietly to Riley, throwing looks left and right, but she couldn't see back at her location. All she could see was this place.” It's just that... I'm in that alley. It's mostly hidden from traffic, but what if someone stumbles upon me there?” She asked, worried about her own safety. The city was not safe and especially the back alleyways were dangerous. She had heard stories, heard news reports. There was so much crime happening all the time.

Amelia also noticed that Riley got a call and got concerned since she could see no one was replying on the other end. It was almost like a scene straight out of a horror movie given the overall situations and what had happened with the murder they saw.

“Riley... I was thinking if...” Amelia started saying, throwing scared looks around as if expecting something to jump at her.” Can we exchange phone numbers? I mean we live in the same city and with these powers... if something happens we can help each other... If not, I understand. It's alright, I was just wondering, I didn't mean anything by asking... it's just that...” Amelia started speaking in broken up sentences, unable to finish her thought, but it overall gave the feeling that she was almost afraid of hearing Riley's answer. Since Riley was famous and from what one could usually see on tv or the newspapers and the like rich famous people usually preferred to not be seen with normal people having a coffee or the like. Since she didn't really interact with people much, she had fallen victim to the mass media misinformation propaganda. As such she regretted asking as soon as she did.

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“Can be arranged soon. Can grab some paid vacation days in about a week.” Claire mentioned casually, letting her sly devilish smile spread wide on her face as if taunting Olivia into agreeing to actually go with her statement.” Well not that we've got to go to Las Vegas, there are more than enough local casinos to use, the limits on that are a lot lower, but ti should still be a possible feat to do.” The cop was explaining with a sly voice before suddenly making a thinking face.

“Actually screw that, I'm going to go out tonight to one of the casinos. Want to come along?” She directly threw the invitation.” Drinks, money, might even charm the hell out of some fools to pay for said drinks.” Claire laughed in devilishly amused manner.

“I can imagine, all I have is a locker in the changing room of my department.” Claire replied with a grin.” It's a noble goal, sometimes better than what we can do. We can only attempt to stop crime before it's happened and then rarely unless we've been called. What you do is a good thing and if you ever need help from a mind reader do call.”

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"Jace, don't you even think about it," Janelle said as they walked. Her brother had been about ready to take a swing at Scott, and she didn't need to see in order to imagine the expression on his face. Her brother was a little ridiculous, and way too over protective, her lack of sight didn't help that either. Ever since they had moved to Seattle after their parents died, he had become even more so, it made her mad sometimes.

Jason just rolled his eyes, thinking that sometimes his sister knew him way too well. He really did want to punch Scott, and was very close to doing so. "Tell him to shut up for more than two seconds, then maybe I'll think about it," he said in response to his sister. The guy just made him want to beat the tar our of him, but he couldn't, even though he doubted the guy would have him arrested for assault based on what he has said about the police.

Janelle just shook her head, ignoring her brother. His temper sometimes ran away from him, especially if he was thinking that he was protecting her. "Féach Jason, is gá duit socrú beagán." she said to her brother, before responding to what Scott had said. "How do any of us have our natural hair color. We were born with it."

"Hey, ná inis dom cad atá le déanamh agat. Tar éis an tsaoil, tá mé níos sine ná tú, go teicniúil ba chóir duit éisteacht liom," he mumbled under his breath as they reached the shop. The woman who came over to them was from that weird dream too. If only they could catch a break or something. There was too many weird things, all happening on the same day, for comfort. She seemed to recognize Scott, so she probably was the one that he had visited or something weird like that.