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Abby frequently wore black, but now she felt it had a purpose. Thought the place was stranger and the people frequently stranger, she'd made friends Here and she'd miss them. Happy at the thought of going home, she tried to focus on that as she retrieved her tomato plants from the greenhouse and entered the Lobby, intent on packing them with her other things before she returned home.

Home.

To her family and he 'adopted' family: Gibbs and Tony and Ducky and Ziva. Reaching her room, she safely stored the plants in a box, made sure Bart, her stuffed hippo, and her laptop, with all her information about Here, was secure in her shoulder bag and touched the cube. Moments later, she was back in her lab. Abby let out a squeal of delight. She was home. ~ END

Who: Murphy MacManus and Abby Sciuto.
Where: The Archery Range of Here.
When: Afternoon..
What: Robin Hood teaches Maid Marion how to use a bow and arrow. No, really...
Warnings: If you get too close, you might be shot.


At the appointed time and place, Abby arrived for lessons with Murphy. He'd said he'd teach her how to use a bow and arrow. Perhaps he was bored or just wanted to make sure that if she ever did take it up as a hobby, she didn't end up killing anyone - including herself. She didn't mind, either way. She already had experience with guns and knives - though not necessary in a fight - and she was good with tasers, but the bow and arrow? That was a whole different matter.

That was history, going way back, and she wanted to learn.

Dressed in black jeans, a black T-shirt and a black, leather jacket and boots, her hair up in ponytails and her spiky collar on, she probably looked like a stereotypical interpretation of a Goth chick at a biker's convention. The soft, black leather gloves just added top the look.

Abby had her bow and arrow chosen and ready. She started to do some stretches while she waited.

Who: Abby Sciuto and OTA.
Where: The Greenhouse of Here.
When: Daylight. That leaves it nice and open.
What: Tomatoes, of course.

[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]


It was nearing the end of the season for Abby's valiant tomato plants, and she was picking what would be the close-to-last batch. She had a basket, about medium sized, because she only had six plants, after all. They'd done really well, though, and it made her very happy.

And she wasn't wearing black today. She'd opted for red - one of her other favourite colors - and she thought it was appropriate, because of the colour of the tomatoes.

"We match!" she'd told them upon her arrival. The plants hadn't objected to the statement, so she continued to talk to them while she picked them, about photosynthesis and biology and cross-breeding and this guy named Mark.

Anyone coming across her would possibly think she'd gone crazy, but if they knew her, they wouldn't be worried.

For a dorky teen aged kid, Bobby has managed to set up quite an interesting array of stuff for the party (with the help of Residence staff members).

( Let's get this party started! )


[[ooc: Regular party etiquette, all are welcome, thread hop, post in in several places to get the max amount of tags and fun out of it all!]]

Mark smiles at the waiter who hands him a menu. Its odd seeing people around, but kinda familiar too. He'd almost forgotten what it was like to order food the 'normal' way.

He scanned the menu with a sigh, wondering what he should eat.

[[OOC: Mark I can has Abby plz? kthnx!]]

Who: Emma DeLauro & Abby Sciuto - Mixer
Where: In the Clinic.
When: During the daytime, I would imagine...
Summary: Mixer! As one of her first tasks working at the Clinic, Abby is going to visit Emma. :)
Rating: We'll say PG until further notice.


Abby was a little nervous about visiting the woman who had been in a coma since the explosion. She hadn't met her before, so there wasn't any common ground, and she didn't know anything about her, really. She'd brought along a few books and her iPod and was ready to talk away the time, too, if that's what Emma DeLauro wanted...

Hoping that her slightly toned-down wardrobe of black and spikes wasn't too alarming, she took a deep breath, let it out again slowly, and knocked on the wall near the curtained area.

Who: Abby Sciuto and Any Clinic Personnel
Where: The Clinic (lol!)
Why: Because it's a good idea to be checked by a medical professional...
When: She's there now, but I might be slow in tagging, as usual...
Rating: Uh, dunno...? PG-13? Body parts might be mentioned...
Summary: Abby does the Right Thing and makes sure she's healthy.



Abby entered the Clinic and found a seat. There was a clipboard there, with a pen and papers attached, asking for personal information like name - Abby Sciuto - and address - she smirked as she wrote 'Here' - and so on. She figured she'd fill it out while she waited. She didn't know who would be helping her out today, but looked forward to meeting them.

Abby Sciuto likes summer, she just doesn't like the sun. So she's out by the lake, having a little picnic lunch and debating whether or not she's going to go swimming today. To protect her pale complexion, she has a black, lacey parasol over one shoulder. She's still wearing black, but it's a sheer, black top with long sleeves over a black tank top and long, tight pants that end about mid-calf. Her feet are actually bare at the moment, though a pair of black sandals are nearby.

She's enjoying some mushroom quiche, cold and a Greek Salad, all requested from the Pantry Restaurant in a little take-out basket, along with two of her substitute Caff-Pow! drinks. Maybe after lunch - and having digested for a bit - she'll try swimming, or at least paddling in the water.

Listening to music on her iPod, she gazes across the lake. It really is a beautiful day, and she's trying not to think about her family and friends back home.


[[ OOC: Meeting the Summer Modly Challenge, but SlowTime is inevitable. Thank you. :) ]]

Mark is sitting with the laptop and camera Manny had given him months ago. He was getting good at digital editing, and he's playing with some clips of some of the odd animals he's managed to capture on film, splicing clips together and working on effects.

He's using earphones so as not to disturb other people in the Library, so if you want to talk to him, you might need to get his attention first.

Who: Max Guevara and OTA
When: Sunday evening after some chow
Where: Chilling in the lobby, taking her shift for new arrivals.
Status: Incomplete.

*Max was wondering how Sam was? She hadn't seen that much of him at the wedding, but he looked really hot in tux. She knew she'd see him doing some manner of his schedule. She just didn't see him as much as she used to see him. With Dean becoming a hermit, well...they never got out much and did the fun things they used too. It was always a schedule. She was playing with a knife, cleaning her nails, reading a book on Picasso, because it reminded her of Big Fella. She missed Joshua something fierce. She was so used to taking care of him, Alec and Terminal City. Being Here was beginning to chap her ass. Bother her at your own cost.*

Who: Murphy MacManus and OTA
When: Sunday afternoon after the chapel
Where: Wandering the grounds
Status: Incomplete.

*Murph was in a good mood. He missed his brother and Da like fucking crazy, but at least he had Dawn Here. He was wandering about, really going nowhere. He missed shooting. So, when he found himself at the archery range, he took off his pea-coat and found a bow and some arrows, a spare arm guard and began taking shots. Come talk to him.*

Who: Abby Sciuto and - all together, now - anyone who would like to poke her gently with a stick...
Where: The Greenhouse.
When: After the change of the seasons.
Rating: I'll say PG-13, because...
Summary: Abby decides it's time to get her hands dirty...


"'Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?'
'With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids, all in a row.'"

~ Traditional English Nursery Rhyme


She's wearing black, which isn't unusual, but is very casual today: t-shirt, pants and boots. The t-shirt does have the skull-and-crossbones on it, but that's okay.

She doesn't think the plants will mind.

Abby walks the distance to the greenhouse, which is tucked neatly between the residence and the stables, and opens the door. The smell of earth and natural fertilizer and green, growing things wraps around her sense.

Ahh...

She opened the cupboards, checking for seeds and pots and soil and respecting the other plantings. Gathering what she needs - including the seeds she'd hoped for - she makes sure her pigtails are secure and starts to work.

Who: Abby Sciuto - Open to All
Where: The Cemetery
When: A few days after the funeral service.
Rating: PG (dealing with Death and everything...)

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

- Emily Dickinson, American Poet, 1830 - 1886

Abby Sciuto sits in the Cemetery of Here, a small candle in a bowl in the snow in front of her. It isn't quite dark out yet, but the candle gives her some focus. She sits on a small, plastic mat she found in the fitness centre, her black cloak wrapped around her, black gloves on, black hair down for a change. She is thinking about Life and Death and Change, and wondering what she's going to do tomorrow.

She's listening some jazz on her iPod - which was in her pocket when she was brought Here - and thought it fitting. The dead might like the music and, of course, where she grew up, that was how you sent them to their final resting place. She's listening on her ear buds, but hopes that, somehow, they are listening, too.

A note is posted in the Lobby, the Library, and pretty much everywhere there are people.

ATTENTION RESIDENTS

Because of the recent tragedy, in four days there shall be a memorial service for those lost in the cemetary in which they are buried. Anyone who wishes to speak, may do so, and if anyone knows the relegious orientations of those interred, please do let Timothy Hunter know, so the proper observances may be made.

The list of lost are:
Ellen Ripley
Artemis
Prue Haliwell
Piper Haliwell
Jor-el
Rose Tyler
Samuel Morse
Ardeth Bay
Jamie Fraser
Erik
Daniel Jackson
Wanda Maximoff
Michaela Banes
Christine Daae

If any have been missed, please add below.

((ooc:So, Friday, Tim will set up a post in the cemetary, and devote a thread to each of the deceased for people to talk about however they want. Do what you will, but defiling of graves will be frowned upon. *glares at the Bunny*))

Hop, hop, hop.

The Bunny eyes the empty lobby again, just to make sure it is still empty. If anyone sees him doing this, he's in big trouble. But sometimes, well, all the time really, he just has to follow his programming.

Which is telling him, someone has to pay.

So it is that he's carrying a small object, just about the size of an easter egg. Actually, it's painted to look like one too. But with some advanced knowledge, and future technology, the Bunny has created something quite powerful.

"Happy Birthday, buddy." With a quick two hops, he slams the egg into the delivery shoot and hits the button with both feet. After a smooth landing, his beady red eyes stare upwards, waiting for a rush of fire down the tube to tell him he's the new Manager of this place.

BOOM!

As pieces of the residence begin to fall down around his head, he can say but one thing.

"Oops."

((OOC:This is it boys and girls, the big badda boom! Enjoy yourselves.))