Connor's Grandmother Session 1

Travellers - Saving Connor's Grandmother 2019/02/02 	 Radical Ramona

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Visiting Grandmother
Connor shows up at his grandmother's house, making sure to bring some wine with him. He knows she doesn't drink that often, but figured she might appreciate it.

The house is neat and well maintained, the gardens in particular very tidy and well organized. The lilting sound of a Brahms waltz drifts out of a window partially open despite the slight chill in the late season air.

Connor rings the bell, and just listens in the meantime, taking things in.

Ramona open the door with a smile, already knowing it's you from the door camera. "Connor, how good to see you again." She takes you in her arms and kisses your cheek, the grandmother privilege. "Come in, come in."

Connor smiles and hugs her back. "It's good to see you." He steps inside and looks around. "I brought a bottle of white wine. I know you don't get to drink much lately, but I figured I could help you with it."

Ramona chuckles amusedly, "I don't recall you being much of a drinker either, Connor. It's as if this is a special occasion. And while seeing you is always special, I wonder if you might have something on your mind that brings you here." She gestures for you to head into the lounge, "I heard what happened in Colonial Bay, grandson. You did the family proud. I'm proud of you."

Connor nods, "Well...yes, there definitely is something on my mind. A couple of things." He walks into the lounge and takes a seat, "I'm assuming you're talking about my refusing orders and having my powers taken away? There's...a bit more to the story than what you've heard, I bet. I got some help from some of the other metas in the area, including a highly skilled mage, and basically...created some technological means of recreating some of the magical powers I had. I took on another identity. I go by 'Radical'."

Ramona sits opposite you, "So you haven't joined me in retirement? Are you still working for Order?" she asks. "I'm not sure they deserve you if you are. Really, I don't know what they were thinking. I can only assume they were panicked. But they should never have issued that order and you were right to have refused. Your Uncle and I discussed it. We agreed we would have done the same. Well, as you know, your Uncle did much the same himself."

Connor smiles. "No...I'm not working for Order. I'm...pretty sure they wouldn't take me. I wanted to continue to...help people. I had felt like I failed in some way. I know it doesn't make any sense, because I'm sure I made the right decision. But...I felt the need to continue to help folks. So I pulled whatever strings I had to, to make that happen." He takes a deep breath. "I ended up working with a group calling themselves 'The Travelers'. We can move across dimensions. Or through time. To fix things that are wrong, where, or when we're needed. Which brings me to the other thing I wanted to talk to you about..."

Connor rubs his chin, taking a moment to consider how to approach this. Eventually he decides that he might as well be direct. Ramona's a strong-willed woman and has seen plenty. "I received a note from Elizabeth Moriarty. The granddaughter of THE Moriarty. Of Holmes fame. She's also a time traveler. She mentioned something about a 'Phone Book Killer' who was active while you were at Princeton. Supposedly he was looking to kill people with your name. My guess is that he was looking for you."

Connor says, "I'm intending to head back in time to try to put a stop to him. But I wanted to know if there was anything you could tell me that you remember about that time."

Ramona listens. When you finish speaking she nods, "I remember those events clearly. The woman told me I was the killer's target. That kind of news fixes things in your memory, Connor."

Connor nods. "Who was it that told you?"

Ramona says, "A woman in her late twenties. Redheaded. Strong personality. She approached me when I was leaving the campus after classes and shot a brute of a man when he pulled a gun out from under a jacket. These days people are used to energy weapons. Back then such weapons were unheard of. But that's what she had." Ramona adds, "Her shots knocked him over but he was getting up again when she pushed me into a car and drove off."

Connor nods again, "Did she have anyone else with her, of any note? What happened after you drove off?" Ramona nods, "I think so. She drove me out of Princeton and half way to Kingston town where I was living. She dropped me off at a disused gas station, Six Mile Fillup it was called, and left saying she was going to get food and supplies. A couple of hours later some capes showed up. Lucky for me because the brute found me just after they arrived and they managed to drive him off."

Connor shows her a picture of the Radical costume, "I'm curious...was this one of the people?"

Ramona puts her glasses on to get a better look at the picture. "Yes. Yes, that was one of the capes. How did you know?"

Connor smiles slightly, "That's probably me. That's my costume as Radical."

Ramona looks at you, peering through her reading glasses, "You? It was you and your team who saved me all those years ago? I never knew who they were. I tried to find out afterwards but nobody had heard of or recognised them."

Connor nods. "That's my guess. Though in my timeline...it hasn't happened yet? So, it will, for me? If that makes sense. I haven't headed back in time just yet. But I intend to soon."

Connor considers the option. "You were a Cartesian. At least...shortly after that time. Would you want me to tell you that it was me? Is that a good idea? Every time we go back in time, I'm kind of guessing at what I should or shouldn't do."

Ramona nods, "I wonder..." Wait here a moment, Connor." She gets up and goes to her old writing desk. Then returns with an envelope in her hand. It has faded copperplate writing on the front of the envelope, 'To be delivered when the time is right.' The paper of the envelope is so dry it crackles slightly as she hands it to you, "The woman gave me this when she told me I was safe. That the killer had been dealt with. She told me to keep it, and I would know when to deliver it."

Connor raises a brow. "I...well, we don't know for sure. But, I'm awfully curious now." He takes a look at the envelope and then slowly opens it.

Inside there's a single sheet of paper. On the paper are just a few words. - This is our timeline. Don't tangle it up. What you know MUST happen. E.V.M. -

Connor lets out a long breath. "Well then...I'm guessing that answers that." He shows the letter to Ramona, "That's Elizabeth's initials. I was the right person to deliver that to."

Connor says, "So, if you never found out...at least back then, then I shouldn't tell you. It might change things."

Connor rubs his temple. "This kind of thing tends to give me a headache."

Ramona makes a logical assumption, "She's one of your team? Seems a rather convoluted way to communicate. Why didn't.. uh.. doesn't.. she just tell you?"

Connor shakes his head, "She's...not on my team. She's from the future. Sort of. She's...from the past, but ended up joining some kind of Temporal Policing Agency. She can't contact me directly, I think. Everything has to be indirect for some reason. Apparently the actions of my team are...classwork for people in the future. I'm not sure I relish that idea."

Connor smiles. "But...I consider her a friend. And she clearly feels likewise. Otherwise, she wouldn't have helped in this instance."

Ramona nods, "Well I'm very grateful. The next time you speak to her please relay my thanks." She then shakes her head, "I think I agree about the headache. I will have a glass of that wine. Shall I fetch two glasses?"

Connor chuckles. "Please. That would be great." He adds after a moment, "On a different topic, I did a little experimenting. I can still channel magic. But I need a source. I don't know how to gather energy to do so yet. But I'm working on it."