Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards...
who ; Olivia Dunham; OPEN
what ; Olivia's alone and missing her family on Christmas.
where ; Some automated diner in Kurzweil
when ; Christmas afternoon/night
warning(s); None yet; prose and action are both okay
Olivia couldn't stay in her apartment today. Not with the Christmas tree there, reminding her what she's missing at home. At home, she'd be in New York now, with her family - or if not, promising to get to New York as soon as the latest case was over, while Astrid and Walter arranged some sort of makeshift Christmas in the lab.
Instead, she's at a booth by the window in a diner near her apartment, one of the ones that doesn't employ actual people, so she can be alone. There's a cup of coffee at her elbow, and the strange lightbox that was under the tree is sitting on the table, mostly ignored. It lights up when she turns it on, but Olivia can't figure out why, or what it's for, and she's given up on trying for now.
At the moment, she's drawing the Machine, and the man from her dreams, an image she can't get out of her head. At least it gives her something to focus on other than the holiday and all the people who aren't here.
what ; Olivia's alone and missing her family on Christmas.
where ; Some automated diner in Kurzweil
when ; Christmas afternoon/night
warning(s); None yet; prose and action are both okay
Olivia couldn't stay in her apartment today. Not with the Christmas tree there, reminding her what she's missing at home. At home, she'd be in New York now, with her family - or if not, promising to get to New York as soon as the latest case was over, while Astrid and Walter arranged some sort of makeshift Christmas in the lab.
Instead, she's at a booth by the window in a diner near her apartment, one of the ones that doesn't employ actual people, so she can be alone. There's a cup of coffee at her elbow, and the strange lightbox that was under the tree is sitting on the table, mostly ignored. It lights up when she turns it on, but Olivia can't figure out why, or what it's for, and she's given up on trying for now.
At the moment, she's drawing the Machine, and the man from her dreams, an image she can't get out of her head. At least it gives her something to focus on other than the holiday and all the people who aren't here.
