[Alex Reagan is normally a food picker by nature. She's particularly bad at taking care of herself sometimes, so she largely lives on a diet of scavenged foods from the break room at the studio and a large quantity of takeout. However, she is not an idiot, and she's familiar with the stories about eating food in a strange place. Memories of Persephone and her pomegranate pims, Odysseys and the lotus and everything that she'd ever heard about the fae are etched in her mind, so she's been trying to avoid the things that are offer to her.
Even if they do smell really damned good.
Good sense has never been her primary personality feature (or a second, or a third or a... whatever) so what little she has has been starting to go with the cloying delicious smell of the pork around her. Alex had just been on the verge of accepting an offered sausage before she catches a familiar voice, even if it's not addressed to her. There's no mistaking the sound of the voice of Richard Strand, especially if you're as familiar with it and has heard it as many times as Alex has. She'd not only heard it in person, but in the way that she'd edited the episodes, and had listened to the recordings of it when he'd been gone for six months.
'Apophenia' she had heard it in her head when she'd first woken up here, a scoffing sound at the idea of being in some sort of different world. It wasn't enough to stop her believing in it entirely of course, but it had helped Alex to keep some of herself separate from giving into the world completely. At least mentally anyway. But now it was here, and when she turns, she can see him standing there. He's always towered over her physically (a foot of height difference was a bitch) but now he's like a beacon, a light house to a stormy sea.
Maybe if he's here it can't be as bad as she thinks it is.
Despite knowing that Richard's not a hugger, despite how their relationship had only just been patched by a confession over a few drinks on a long night after one of the longest days of her life, Alex just throws herself into his body and hugs him for her life. Even if it hasn't really been all that long since she'd seen him.]
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Even if they do smell really damned good.
Good sense has never been her primary personality feature (or a second, or a third or a... whatever) so what little she has has been starting to go with the cloying delicious smell of the pork around her. Alex had just been on the verge of accepting an offered sausage before she catches a familiar voice, even if it's not addressed to her. There's no mistaking the sound of the voice of Richard Strand, especially if you're as familiar with it and has heard it as many times as Alex has. She'd not only heard it in person, but in the way that she'd edited the episodes, and had listened to the recordings of it when he'd been gone for six months.
'Apophenia' she had heard it in her head when she'd first woken up here, a scoffing sound at the idea of being in some sort of different world. It wasn't enough to stop her believing in it entirely of course, but it had helped Alex to keep some of herself separate from giving into the world completely. At least mentally anyway. But now it was here, and when she turns, she can see him standing there. He's always towered over her physically (a foot of height difference was a bitch) but now he's like a beacon, a light house to a stormy sea.
Maybe if he's here it can't be as bad as she thinks it is.
Despite knowing that Richard's not a hugger, despite how their relationship had only just been patched by a confession over a few drinks on a long night after one of the longest days of her life, Alex just throws herself into his body and hugs him for her life. Even if it hasn't really been all that long since she'd seen him.]