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strangetrip2017-05-01 09:24 pm
st_ereoscopic) wrote in strangetrip2017-05-01 09:24 pm
Entry tags:
- # check-in day,
- abby sciuto,
- angua von uberwald,
- constance bonacieux d'artagnan,
- dean winchester,
- dorothy williams,
- henry winchester,
- kitty pryde,
- lindsey mcdonald,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- phryne fisher,
- piotr rasputin,
- qui-gon jinn,
- regina mills,
- rey,
- river song,
- robert maccready,
- sam winchester,
- stephanie brown,
- vax'ildan
[GP/EP Check In Day - May 1]
Abby wasn't sure if the semi-regular happenings of arrivals would continue today, especially after Songrun, but just in case she made her way to the cafe. It would be the perfect spot to see the lobby if anyone new didn't make it as far as the cafe seeking answers. It also gave her lots of room to spread her "project" out.
There were bits and bobs but mostly it was a couple of tubes, lens, spring and nobs. Abby was determined to make a microscope. It might not be especially useful around the hotel but it was a comfort to her. Besides it kept her mind occupied and she was finding that, that was more important as time in the hotel went on.
Time seemed to fade around her, which usually happened when she focused on her work, and it was the protest of her back muscles that had her stretching. It was then that she noticed more people trickling into the cafe and some unfamiliar faces. Which meant it really was check in day today and she stood to greet friends she hadn't met yet. In Abby speak that was practically everyone. No one was a stranger - at least not for long.
There were bits and bobs but mostly it was a couple of tubes, lens, spring and nobs. Abby was determined to make a microscope. It might not be especially useful around the hotel but it was a comfort to her. Besides it kept her mind occupied and she was finding that, that was more important as time in the hotel went on.
Time seemed to fade around her, which usually happened when she focused on her work, and it was the protest of her back muscles that had her stretching. It was then that she noticed more people trickling into the cafe and some unfamiliar faces. Which meant it really was check in day today and she stood to greet friends she hadn't met yet. In Abby speak that was practically everyone. No one was a stranger - at least not for long.