So, her portal ended up delayed (someone was going to get yelled at for this later, and she might even drop in a lawsuit threat this time) but at least it let her out in the right place, and so here Kennedy was. Still holding out a faint hope that she'd actually felt drawn here because things had worked out differently in another timeline, and that was what she was going to find out, but one way or another she had to know. Knowing would be some kind of relief, even if it was a messed up one.
She vaguely remembered something like this happening before when she was a student here, at what was a contender for the weirdest high school that wasn't on a Hellmouth. It didn't affect her at the time, though, and she hadn't given it much thought. But now, that was what, almost six years ago for her with timeline funkiness? Six years of occasionally terrifying, sometimes just fucking weird and random tangos with the supernatural? Long enough now to make things blur together a little bit. The complete roll call of everyone who went to Bon Temps with Sookie (no, not that time, the other one, no, the other
other one), whether Umbridge's alternate-universe reign of terror had been before or after she graduated, all that.
Anyway, yeah, Kennedy might be kind of iffy on the actual order of events in her high school highlight reel, but some things were harder to forget -- like the weekly Reserves routine that had finally, finally
taken her excess energy and her pent-up eagerness to get into it and kick evil's ass and channeled them into something useful. And then hanging out to watch the magic and support types every week? Even if she'd mostly been there to watch Tara do her thing, go figure, it turned out to teach her some useful life skills in the end after all. She was thinking about that as she crossed the causeway and headed into town, one side of her mouth quirked into a faint but thoughtful smile -- close enough to her old habitual cocky smirk, but softened just enough to make her look more mature. Which would probably have a really freaky effect on people who'd known her back then.
With that on her mind, it didn't surprise her that she ended up going into the preserve, and she almost didn't have to try at all to make her way to the old spot where the Magic and Support Reserves used to meet up the most.
She and Tara had met at one of those meetings
. She might be fuzzy on details of a lot of memories now, but there was no way she could forget that. ("W-what do you think of this?"
"It's all still pretty unreal to me.")
Hey, was that the same tree she always used to lean up against while she watched during meetings? It looked like it, with that one funky branch sticking out right there, and it might be the wrong time of day for it but when she leaned up against the tree with her arms crossed it even felt familiar. If this had to go the way she suspected it would then maybe... at least she picked a fitting place.( Tara didn't really want to think about how she was back. )[[preplayed with the still-awesome life_inshadow, who aids and abets my terribleness. coded with thanks to ana's happy preplay coder. also, "empire of our state" is absolutely my soundtrack for this post. because i love pain.]]