| Coffee and a Laptop |
[Feb. 16th, 2008|07:05 pm] |
Who: Benjamin Reed, Open
Where: Liberty Place Starbucks, down the street from the National Gallery of Art
When: Mid-Morning of February 16th
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Benjamin sat at a table in the corner, laptop open, grande Cinnamon Dolce Latte (double-shot espresso, natch) cooling by his elbow. His backpack was propped up against his chair, the zip slightly open and several fly-away pieces of paper hanging out. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his sweater rolled up, and the glasses perched on his nose threatening to slide off before he absently pushed them back up.
He was supposed to be grading papers, but was instead too preoccupied with wasting time on the Internet, cruising the news sites, his favourite web-comics and, when no one was looking, several of his favourite fandom sites. He was engrossed in one of these latter, a tiny grin quirking his lips up as he scanned the message boards. The occasional tap-tapping of the keys joined the gentle buzz of quiet conversation in the coffee house as he responded to one thing or another, and the boy was in a world of his own, a very prime target for interruption.
The idle thought of hitting the art gallery in the afternoon crossed his mind, causing him to glance at his watch. Still a couple of hours until his preferred time of gallery browsing, he noted, and went back to his diversions. He'd get to those papers and the gallery eventually, provided that eventually didn't get him first... |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|11:19 pm] |
Who: Shiloh and Open.
Where: Museum of Natural History
When: Friday afternoon
She was bored, that was the long and short of it. Bea was off at her lesson with Ceara and while she enjoyed hanging out with the Raven (as she referred to the woman sometimes), she had no interest in learning martial arts. So she'd come here, this was one of her favorite museums and she wandered around sort of aimlessly, feeling drawn her but not really knowing why. |
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bored