Dr. Grace Augustine (Avatar) -- bar-shaped place
Grace is sitting at a table tonight, poring over a scientific journal she'd bookmarked on her datapad god only knows how long ago.
There's a scotch neat sitting on the table, along with an ashtray that's been put to good use. A cigarette still burns away in one of the notches along the rim.
Occasionally, she'll stop and reread a sentence, breaking out into peals of laughter.
"And this is why you're still stuck on Earth, Warren."
[ooc: ahahaha, slowtime craziness is inevitable, but post is open indefinitely.]
There's a scotch neat sitting on the table, along with an ashtray that's been put to good use. A cigarette still burns away in one of the notches along the rim.
Occasionally, she'll stop and reread a sentence, breaking out into peals of laughter.
"And this is why you're still stuck on Earth, Warren."
[ooc: ahahaha, slowtime craziness is inevitable, but post is open indefinitely.]