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Entry tags: | abigail hobbs, annastasia leonhardt |
Meeting Miss Hobbs
Who: Annie and Abigail
Where: Wheel 3 South, Floor 141.
What: Abigail's first session.
When: The day after Annie's network post.
Rating: TBD (Psychology/Murder Detail/Narcotics)
Open: Probably not
Status: Ongoing
Annie hadn't even considered the possibility that she would need an office, let alone that it would have been soon. She had assumed most people would have a place they were comfortable with or would have invited her somewhere, so when Abigail had suggested meeting her she had worked quickly to set something up.
She moved her things from a one bedroom apartment of Wheel 3's southern blocks 141st floor to a two bedroom overnight after she had her little "session" with Blank. Blanks. She flexed her fingers on the hand where she had taken a deep slash from a blade. It was healing over nicely, but slowly, such as her body was want to do.
The second room she fashioned into a "professional" looking office. Two comfortable chairs, a lounger, desk with it's own office chair. She then took a trip to the shops in the small hours to get a few different supplies. Snacks, Alcohol, Tea and Coffee, Water, Kettle, Mugs and other various bits and pieces to have on demand if it was needed.
Having had no sleep (but not really needing any) and being alerted by her timer, she topped her system up with SHATTER from the auto injector and watched hours pass out of the new bedroom's window. Despite being used to it's effects, she occasionally liked to ride them out, before finally returning back to the room confronted by her face without the glamour.
With a precious hour to spare she got changed from the green flight suit she had grown accustomed to wearing into a more formal, futuristic, grey and corporate pencil dress paired with black, red bottom heels. She looked in the mirror, restoring her glamour to make her appear human and smoothed down the front of the dress.