Trish Wellington (trishw) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-07-11 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, trish wellington, {erik lehnsherr |
Characters: Trish Wellington and open
When: Late Wednesday evening
Location: Back kitchen
Warnings/Rating: None really but will update if this changes.
Summary: Trish is trying to make herself some tea.
Status: open and ongoing.
Trish was enjoying the view from her window mainly because the icy view made her think of snow and her home back in Seattle. Thinking about Seattle caused her thoughts to think about her favorite spot to stop before work, which was the starbucks down the street from her apartment. The people in that shop knew her that the second they saw her would get her order started because they knew she was usually in a rush. Trish might have had a bad habit of trying to stay in bed a little longer causing her to rush off to work every single day. All that was gone for good. A sigh left her lips as she realized that she was never going to be able to walk through the doors on a cold winter morning for her hot coffee before rushing off to work for the day. Her room was rather empty with not having anyone as a roommate, which she was normally fine with, but right now she was in a social kind of mood to get her mind off of thoughts on things she would never see again from her world. Before everything at Harper’s Island, she was usually in bed by now all curled up either with Henry, a book, or sleeping only now it was a miracle if she got more than three hours of sleep in the course of a night. Trish really didn’t think everyone was asleep because people seemed to always be around no matter what time of day it was. Moving through the train she headed to the back kitchen. Trish entered the car and moved over to the cabinets, opening them up as she searched for tea. Finally finding a box, she pulled it down and glanced it over as she pulled a tea bag out of the box. She was usually a coffee drinker during the day and a wine drinker at night, but she figured tea was the better bet. A coffee machine was easy to use where she only had tea once before because her sister made her drink it when she was sick. The stove was out of the question because she didn’t need to risk hurting herself or anyone on the train causing her to debate whether she wanted to try and use a microwave to make tea. Trish was pretty sure that it could be done maybe, but she wasn’t quite sure. Biting her nail, she leaned against the counter as she tried to figure out whether it was on the box about being able to use the microwave. |