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Well, this place definitely has character, doesn't it?

[ There is no attempting to hide the disdain dripping from the pretty blonde's words as she keeps the camera trained on her, looking less than impressed as she glances down at the packet of information and the box of cookies that had been given to her. ]

Honestly, when I find out who brought me here...

[ Okay, maybe she shouldn't talk about rampage and killing just yet which is some serious growing for Rebekah Mikaelson. Not that it's hard to guess there had been a threat ready to follow the statement but she stops herself, draws in a breath through her nose, and then sighs with a tight smile. ]

I guess it doesn't need to be said what I will do because I cannot be here right now. If I don't get back home and soon, very bad things will start to happen.

[ She doesn't specify whether she means bad things will happen back at home or here. Maybe both. ]

But until then, could someone please tell me what the bloody hell I'm supposed to do right now? Also, if you recognize the name Mikaelson, do speak up. If you know the name Niklaus, well...I'm sorry but do point me in his direction if he is here. Or anyone else with the last name, thank you.

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Aunt Rebekah?

[ Rebekah just...blinks. ]

I'm sorry, what? Who are you?

It's me, Hope. Your niece.

Hope?

[ She looks a little staggered. ]

That's not possible. I just saw you and you were a baby.

Nope, I'm 16. But you must be from the past.

That's...

[ She stops, pursing her lips a bit. ]

How do I know you're actually telling the truth? This could be a trick.

It's not a trick. I can meet you if you want.

If you are who you say you are, then that might be for the best.

I'm near the tacky little information booth, you can find me here.

I hope you were nice to Jerry so you could get cookies.

He gave me some macarons.

[ She shrugs, eyeing the box once again. ]

Perhaps I'll share once you get here. If you are actually my niece.

I'm your niece, you'll see.

[ And with that, she's off to meet her. It's weird for Rebekah to be from Hope was just a baby. Did that mean maybe her parents could come from the past too?

It doesn't take long for Hope to get there and she recognizes her aunt immediately. She wants to rush to hug her but she hesitates because Rebekah doesn't believe her. ]

[ Despite her hesitation, Rebekah realizes that it isn't really that strange for Hope to be a teenager now. How many times has she missed decades of someone's life? This certainly wouldn't be the first.

So she waits until the young girl shows up and almost right away she can see the similarities that mark her as a Mikaelson. Not that she rushes towards Hope. Instead, she takes her time, studying Hope closely until she can get close enough to look at her eyes.

Then, after a moment, she sort of melts as she reaches to pull Hope in. ]

It really is you, my sweet girl.

[ The relief that washes over Hope is visible, as soon as Rebekah pulls her in for the hug. Hope needs this. She's been through far too much lately. Family is just what she needs.

She embraces her aunt tightly, almost afraid to let go. ]

[ Rebekah doesn't understand it but she senses a sort of distress when the other girl hugs her and almost immediately she is making soothing noises as she reaches up to stroke Hope's hair. ]

It's okay, my little dove.

I missed you so much.

[ Rebekah looks a touch concerned as she leans back. ]

When is the last time we saw each other?

It's...been a while Aunt Rebekah. [ And it felt even longer with the time she spent in Malivore. ]

[ She tries not to worry over that since it isn't unusual for their family to be separated at times, right?

But she has to ask. ]

But you do know where I am, right?

[ Please tell her she isn't daggered again. ]

Yes, I do.

[ Hope's not sure what to tell her of the future. About her mom and dad...or Rebekah and Marcel. Elijah. People aren't supposed to know their futures, right?

But how can she not tell her? ]

Why do you look worried?

[ She looks concerned before sighing. ]

Am I in a box again?

No...it's not that.

[ Hope really isn't sure what to say now. ]

You're actually really happy. With Marcel.

[ She can't help but look surprised. ]

Marcel? Really?

Yeah, it's a long story. And I don't know how much I can tell you. Isn't it bad to know the future?

[ But then, she wouldn't be carrying it alone. ]

[ Rebekah hums softly before tilting her head to the side. ]

I don't think I could do anything to change it, right? So you might as well tell me.

[ Hope looks uncomfortable, even pained. The guilt still bubbles up on her, she can't help it. ]

I'm afraid it's not a very happy story, Aunt Rebekah.

[The angle of the video is a little odd; probably because she's currently dangling from an aerial silks nest. It had been a bitch to get up there and she's not entirely sure she's getting down thanks to the way her side is white-hot knot of agony. But that's for future!Zoey to worry about.

Here, Rebekah, have a slight young woman with long dark hair and ice blue eyes. And a voice laced with an English accent, when she speaks. English-by-way-of-a-few places. (Greece, Australia, New Zealand, Italy, just to name a few.)]

Afraid we don't have much say in the coming and going. At least not yet. Haven't met anyone who had figured out a way to control it. We're at the whims of whatever the fuck it is deciding to bring us here. And presumably decides to send us away again.

[She's rather lackadaisical about the whole thing, but this is her seventh fucking world. She's kind of used to it by now.]

Get a job. Make friends. Get into trouble. Get OUT of trouble. Get tired of the fucking sand. [She smirks.] There's a lot to do.

[Is that sarcasm? YEAH. There's not a lot to do in Haven. Maybe the next place they end up.]

[ Rebekah has no idea what the girl is doing but she has a confused look on her face as she tilts her phone, almost like she is somehow trying to right the odd angle before giving up.

She takes note of the accent which is pleasant enough but not as important as the words. ]

Well, that's terribly boring, isn't it? Also, this sand is going to be terrible for my shoes and they are very expensive shoes.

[ She angles her phone down to show off the fashionable, clearly designer brand high heeled boots she is wearing at the moment. Definitely not designed for deserts. ]

Just please tell me there is somewhere where I can get a decent drink.

Mind-numbing.

[They're really nice shoes. And yeah, they're going to get wrecked by the sand.]

THAT, I can do. It's called Pour Judgement.

Perhaps we can change that somehow.

[ That's what she was afraid of. ]

Cute name. I hope that it's easy to find?

[ It was probably boredom that prompted Diego to start responding frequently on the network. He didn't answer each broadcast but more than he'd ever paid attention to social media at home. However, when in Rome and all that jazz. ]

Jerry in the pointless booth should've explained that you aren't going back anytime soon and supposedly, nobody's going to notice you're gone because whatever time you came from doesn't move until you get back.

[ Maybe one day he'll introduce himself when starting a conversation. Probably not. She didn't either so hopefully his manners wouldn't put her off too much.

Diego watched his screen with a very matter-of-fact face. ]

[ While Rebekah hates bad manners, his doesn't put her off too much. She has dealt with far worse, after all. ]

He might have mentioned something along those lines which sounds ridiculous to me. My niece is here and she is older than the last time I saw her. How does he explain that?

Sorry, Princess. [ Between her accent and how she conducted herself, Diego came up with the moniker. } But Jerry doesn't explain shit.

And if you push too hard, you don't get cookies from the prick.

[ The annoyance appeared on his face that matched his delivery on what he'd informed her last. Someone obviously didn't get cookies. ]

At least you have someone here. [ Something else Diego didn't get. ]

I have a brother who's supposedly been here twice before but the seven of us were trying to leave with him when life as we knew it was coming to an end. Haven't seen any of them here so far and it's been months now.

[ She narrowed her eyes at him for the moniker but she let it slide. ]

Apparently not.

[ And it seemed that he was immune to compulsion but she wasn't about to tell this man that. ]

Well, having brothers around isn't always as fun as it sounds but it sounds like you might miss yours. When was the last time he was here? Maybe he'll come back?

Are you kidding me? Mine were all pains in the asses. But they're family.

[ If she was observant, Rebekah would pick up how he softened at the last statement. A clear sadness for the brief moment. Diego straightened up as he continued. ]

I haven't met anyone yet who seemed to know more than he had my same last name so I can't answer that. Either I haven't met the right person yet or no surprise the the old man didn't make friends when he was here.

[ Rebekah is very observant when she wants to be and she also understands the sentiment. There are a lot of times when she would say the same things about her brothers, and they would say something similar about her, but she loved them. Dearly. ]

I take it he's not a people person?

[ They would have a lot in common if they ever talked about their families in detail. ]

For as long as I've known him. ...Who's Niklaus?

[ Because enough about him. She'd made some points that Diego had zeroed in on. ]

He's one of my brothers. Some people call him Klaus but I prefer his full name or Nik.

We have...a complicated relationship.

You too, huh?

Sorry, I'm not any help. I'll keep an ear and eyes out for him and the family name.

Hi. I'm Ty. Tyrone Johnson.

[ The lady seemed very upset so Ty thought he could offer some answers even if it wasn't what she wanted to hear. ]

I hope you don't mean that bad things will start to happen here because you can't get back home. Your home world should be safe. From what I understand, our timelines are frozen while we're here.

My girlfriend and I, along with some others, are trying to help new people. We can show you around and try to help you get settled. The good news is that you might find someone from home here. I was lucky to find her but she was here a long time without me.

I don't know if any of this helps. I'm sorry you got dragged here with us but there are good people here.

[ Hopefully she was one of them. ]

[ Not so much upset as terribly annoyed by the situation. Especially because she has been told she won't be going back any time soon which doesn't work for her. ]

I'm Rebekah.

[ Since she had kind of failed to mention that part, just her last name. ]

I suppose I mostly mean at home though I do have a bit of a temper. [ Yeah right, Rebekah. It's more than a bit. ]

I did find someone from home but I still don't understand how my timeline could be frozen. That would...I don't even think it's possible. The amount of magic would be more than I've seen and I have seen magic do some...amazing things.

But thank you for your offer. You're very sweet.

[ He kept a hopeful small smile when she gave him her name. Ty couldn't blame her for being angry over the situation.

It had bothered him to learn his girlfriend had gotten kidnapped again after what she'd been through in their world (abducted in a similar fashion). He didn't think much about being taken himself since he was able to be in Haven with Tandy.

Rebekah said she had a bit of a temper and Ty started to think maybe it was a trait for blondes.

What she said about someone from home had only made him happier and then she called him sweet. He looked away shyly with a smile but quickly looked back at her. ]

It's a lot to take in. --This place. But people have left and come back, it isn't just what Jerry says about being here.

[ Ty looked pensive for a second, furrowing his brow. ]

I mean, their minds could have been altered but I don't see a point in lying to us. People still want to go home. I don't think that'd change any.

[ Rebekah's smirk grew when she caught the shy look on his face and, for just a moment, he almost reminded her of someone who had a place in her heart. Before he grew up and things got complicated. ]

So people just sort of go about their lives and wait to be sent home eventually?

Not exactly. Some are trying to figure out where we are and how we can get back home. It really depends on what you wanna do.

I suppose I could help if needed.

That'd be great. I can let you know if anything comes up and in the meantime, maybe try to find Mr Bruce Wayne. He thought of setting up the network where we could help others. My girlfriend and I volunteered to be a part of it.

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