Harper Layne (vintageheart) wrote in mountzenithrp, @ 2020-12-21 10:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 060, harper, marco |
Who: Harper and Marco
When: around 11
Where: main room; the lodge
Harper let herself into the kitchen at the lodge, preoccupied with the latest survey they'd had to take. The prompts and surveys made her nervous, and while she didn't like feeling that way, she understood why. It felt like the deck was stacked against her, since the only real information she had about everyone else here was gleaned from reading back on the network. She wasn't sure how accurate that was in some ways, because who was to say that everyone was being honest? She'd had to guess at her answers for this morning's survey. Nothing like a mandatory thing you had to answer or else. At least one of the earlier ones had been optional, and while ignoring it had made her uneasy, she hadn't felt like doing that much guesswork.
It was enough simply to get used to being here some days. It had been a little over two weeks since Harper had awakened here, and she kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to happen. Maybe there was a part of her that thought someone from Right Hand would show up to bust her out of here; she'd had nightmares about it a couple of times at least. Whatever this was, wherever this was, she'd still rather be here than back at the compound. Actually she'd even rather be here than in New Orleans, where she'd planned to go to try to get a job and hide out. Yes, it was strange here... but it could be a lot worse.
Harper occupied herself buttering some bread for a late breakfast/early lunch kind of thing, and as she did she realized the TV was on in the main room. TV was something that always interested her because the only time she'd really been able to watch it had been during summers in Mexico, and that had been reasonably limited. She poured herself a glass of water and picked up her plate, carrying both things toward the sound of the television. Even if she hadn't talked to too many people yet, she knew who the guy on the couch was. It was too small of a group not to be able to identify most of the others.
"Hi," she said, smiling as she sat down, leaving plenty of room between them. "What are you watching?"