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WHO: Sara Lance
WHERE: South Village Fountain
WHEN: January 2
OPEN TO: All/anyone who wants to greet an annoyed Sara
WARNINGS: None, will update if anything changes

Unfortunately, she was no stranger to finding herself underwater and having to swim for it. At least whatever was going on this time was a little more pleasant. No underwater currents, no storms, no ship wreckage falling through the water. She could have sworn she'd even felt a little bit of a push upward. She had no idea where that came from, but that was a problem for at-the-surface-Sara. Or maybe not one she'd come back to at all.

Sara broke the surface with a gasp. She'd hadn't maxed out her breath, but Sara was more than relieved to feel oxygen fill her lungs even if she'd only been underwater for seconds. Traumatic history, assume the worst, etc. What she never would have assumed or expected to find herself in, a fountain had not been on that list. At least it was just a fountain. She hoped. No more dips in magical waters for her.

As quickly as she could, she swam to the edge, pulled herself out and dropped right to the ground, not even attempting to be graceful as her but hit the ground.

The surroundings were unfamiliar. She had no idea where she was, or how she got here. As far as Sara could remember, she hadn't done anything to mess up on the Waverider and end up time scattered. But it had happened before, and it could happen again.

Black scrubs, a backpack, and some weird smart watch she definitely did not own. A quick tug and examination told her that it was not coming off easily. A tracker, maybe? All of this was puncturing a hole in her time scattering theory and really making her wish she'd stayed in bed with Ava today. "Gideon, what happened?" She expected to hear the ships AI in her ear whenever she called for her, which was usual as long as the connection wasn't damage. A swim in the fountain shouldn't damage it. But Sara already knew she was going to find the earpiece missing when she reached for it. "Son of a" Sara made an annoyed noise in her throat, and then stood up slowly, remaining cautious.

No ship (that she could see), no contact, probably no crew. Not even her usual outfits and weapons. What the hell was happening to her now? "I am not in the mood." she stated out loud, in case the people responsible were listening. If she found them, whoever 'them' was, there was going to be hell to pay. It might have sounded more convincing if she wasn't already shivering from the cold.

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"Some of what we have we find. Other things come to us. I woke up one morning to a cardboard box filled with paper, pencils, and other drafting material," Reeve admitted. So it's sort of hard to say how everything got here. He's not been around for more than a month. His knowledge is mostly what he has picked up from others or the records.

But with her heading off he goes silent and settles down by the fire. He can wait here for a little bit before grabbing his box and heading to his house. Doesn't have to wait, but he will. It is courtesy.

When she comes back down he smiles at her over his shoulder. "Reeve. It is a pleasure to meet you. And yes, I found a house this morning I'll be moving into. There are a decent number of houses that are either not full or empty entirely. Well, of people."

So their captors gave them random gifts, probably to try and keep them happy and calmer rather than making them irritated and rebellious. "Are you some kind of designer? Architect?" The first thing she would want as a gift was her weapons back. She was more than a little irritated that they were all gone. Sara was almost always carrying something.

She moves toward the fire once again, hovering by it but not taking a seat. "Good to know, I'll check those out tomorrow." It didn't look like there was a lot of light in this place. Better to see a place she could claim in the light. "How does this place work for food? Does everyone hunt for their own? " she could do that if that was how it was going to go, but she wanted to know how the basics worked in this town before she got started. She also didn't want to do anything to piss people off.

"Architect indeed. And city planner. Among other things, and it's all rather complicated in my history, but for now, for here... I'm an architect."

He looks to the fire, rewarming himself before he heads back out.

"The inn rooms, and kitchen, have electricity. Not all houses do. So that is an advantage here. There are those who make food here for communal meals here at the inn. Otherwise you cook yourself. There is a butcher, who will process meat those who hunt brings there. There's a greenhouse and I hear rumors that there is process toward a farm down south. And if you're any good with fishing, there's something like that too."

There are plenty of chances here. It's about findin yourself. Or so he thought.

"Probably handy in a place like this." Was that part of it? Choosing people with specific skill sets?

Simple. Very simple. Kind of like their times in the wild west. If electricity can be at the inn, it could eventually go to the houses, right? "Simple enough." She'd need to make weapons for hunting though. Also doable. She just needed to get herself situated so she could both survive, and look for a way out of this place.

"I appreciate you bringing me here. It's a hell of a lot better than freezing my ass off out there for longer than needed." she didn't want to keep him if he had places to be. She had her own plans to make as well. Though she needed to sort out her thoughts, which were a mess right now. "

"Just handy enough," Reeve shrugged. Fact of the matter is that he did not know for certain that he would be useful for long. Two or three projects out of the way and then what would he do? There was no guarantee there would be tasks for him. He wasn't as useful as a farmer or a smith or anything like that.

"It was my pleasure to help," Reeve answered as he stood. "The fact is that lately I seem to find myself all but tripping over new people. As I was provided with assistance upon my arrival it's only proper to offer such back as well."

The statement kind of made her stomach turn. With more and more people arriving you would think someone would notice. Someone would come to find them, or someone would be able to find a way out. Almost nothing was impossible, she had come to discover. That couldn't change now.

"Not everyone would think that way." she said with a shrug. "Hopefully I didn't distract you from something too important."

"Just moving to my new house. And given how close we are to the fountain, it's not an issue at all," Reeve smiled. "Soon there should be people coming by to make lunch. Be sure you get a bowl of stew. Eating right is important."

He moves to reclaim his box. "Would you be so kind as to open the door for me again?"

A bowl of stew. She was really going to miss Gideon, the Waverider and being able to have whatever she wanted. She new it was important, but Stew was never really on her list of things to go for.

"Sure." she went to the door to hold it open, taking a deep breath as the outside air hit her again. It was more soothing when you weren't drenched in fountain water. "Enjoy your new house. Hopefully no other new arrivals end up stopping you this time."

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