Who: Abby & KITT (Vespurrs) What: First encounter Where: The streets of LA When: Late morning Warnings: Unlikely to be anything warn worthy Note: I wasn't sure which tag was yours so I thought it safest to leave it for you to assign :)
It would be safe to say that Abby was taking her exploration of her new world incredibly seriously. After what she had learnt from her visit with Cass, Henn and Soren she had decided to take some leave from her “new” job and find out as much as she could about the place she now called home. In many ways, she was glad that her new world essentially resembled Earth – fun as it would have been to instantly know she was somewhere new, there was something even more fascinating about being somewhere that looked so much like what she was used to but contained secrets that people at home would have called impossible. And she knew she had not even begun to scratch the surface when it came to the realms of the unusual.
Currently, she was in LA. This might have seemed an odd choice given that Portkeys enabled her to literally go anywhere in the world, but her prior trip to London had served as strong reminder that instantly jumping from one time zone to another was not a sure-fire means to avoiding jet lag and that until she was in a position to hold reserve cash in all major currencies it would be best for her to remain within the US at least. Granted, there was still a three hour difference to deal with but that was still two hours less than before and she wouldn’t find herself having to hope that a taxi driver would take her US dollars because she hadn’t thought to change any money.
Having now arrived in Los Angeles (and feeling extremely grateful that Cass had warned her about the Portkeys’ propensity to drop people without concern for whether their feet would be on solid ground), Abby wandered aimlessly through the streets, simply taking in the people and places around her and wondering how many of them had once found themselves in her position. Spotting a bench nearby, she decided to simply sit and people-watch – not that she was expecting anything particularly spectacular to happen, but she wasn’t going to complain if it did. And if it didn’t, that wouldn’t stop her imagination from running rampant in making up her own back-stories for the people she observed. Taking a long sip from the Caf-Pow she held (and oh how grateful she was that her beverage of choice still existed here), Abby sat back and contented herself to simply watch the world go by.