Who: Mel, Open
Where: The Pub
When: Morning

Mel hadn't put much thought into her present situation. Her head hurt too much when she tried, and she wasn't even sure where to begin deciphering the sudden twist in her life. The glow of the tiny netbook on her nightstand had caught her eye immediately, and, although not a computer person herself, it was, at the very least, some sort of direction.

Not normally a girl to take direction, she was surprised to find that, quite suddenly, it suited her quite well.

The pub was empty when she arrived but for the white-and-red checkered tables and the smell of food on the open buffet cart. Mechanically, she helped herself to a plate of eggs and bacon, then sat down at a table.

Whether it was the situation or the woozy feeling, she felt distinctly unhungry as she poked at the eggs with a fork. "Wonder if this is how a slug feels," she stated to no one at all. Perhaps the bacon was listening, though. Who knew?