The Perk [Wednesday afternoon]
So it turned out that the newspaper from yesterday hadn't been incorrect, and Irene had apparently either been thrust into a very stupid joke, or traveled through time. She was open to either -- if anyone in the world was capable of either or both those things at once, it was the man who'd placed her here -- but the most important thing to her mind was to figure what had happened in the two-odd years she'd missed.
So, Wednesday found her taking a break from her own inventory and curling up in the corner of the coffee shop she'd found with a stack of newspapers and her laptop. (And coffee and a muffin, of course. She could not live on news alone.) She'd work her way through the print media, first (careful not to get any ink smudges on her skin or clothes), and then see what the internet had to offer. That seemed like the most efficient way to do this.
"Oh, good," she murmured to herself as she perused the entertainment section. "Those damned Kardashians are still around."
She'd kind of hoped that a perk of time-travel (if she had done such a thing) would be that the bothersome people of her own time might be solidly out of the spotlight, at least. No such luck.
[ooooopen!]
So, Wednesday found her taking a break from her own inventory and curling up in the corner of the coffee shop she'd found with a stack of newspapers and her laptop. (And coffee and a muffin, of course. She could not live on news alone.) She'd work her way through the print media, first (careful not to get any ink smudges on her skin or clothes), and then see what the internet had to offer. That seemed like the most efficient way to do this.
"Oh, good," she murmured to herself as she perused the entertainment section. "Those damned Kardashians are still around."
She'd kind of hoped that a perk of time-travel (if she had done such a thing) would be that the bothersome people of her own time might be solidly out of the spotlight, at least. No such luck.
[ooooopen!]