[visual] No rest for the wicked
Abby hadn't slept. She had no clue what time it was. Did time work the same here? It seemed to, but there was no way of knowing, was there? By 'normal' time constraints, it would have been around 4am. She was listening to music, typing furiously, and chugging Caf-Pow! like it was her lifeline. Tonight, it was.
She slapped the tablet onto it's [visual] setting publicly, letting her music broadcast for a few minutes before she slid her chair into view. She examined her unseen audience. "How can you sleep at a time like this?" She asked to no one in particular, yet everyone. "I mean, here we are, trapped and you're going to snooze away while there's work to be done. Hell, I don't even know what I can do, but at least I'm doing it." She glared at them accusingly.
"Isn't anyone curious about how the hell we're getting out of here? Doesn't anyone want to help?"
[ooc - here, have a paranoid, angry Abby. She doesn't bite unless you ask nicely.]
She slapped the tablet onto it's [visual] setting publicly, letting her music broadcast for a few minutes before she slid her chair into view. She examined her unseen audience. "How can you sleep at a time like this?" She asked to no one in particular, yet everyone. "I mean, here we are, trapped and you're going to snooze away while there's work to be done. Hell, I don't even know what I can do, but at least I'm doing it." She glared at them accusingly.
"Isn't anyone curious about how the hell we're getting out of here? Doesn't anyone want to help?"
[ooc - here, have a paranoid, angry Abby. She doesn't bite unless you ask nicely.]