[Text / Location: Around the City] Tired of Goodbyes
There's been an awful lot of departures lately, haven't there? It seems like something's going on. Although there always is something going on, I guess.
Well, we're missing one more. For those of you who knew him, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce has left Taxon again. His apartment's gone, and as far as I know we all remember it, so I suspect he won't be back. At least not for awhile.
And I'm going for a long walk. Lorne, expect to see me tonight?
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After contemplating it for a moment or two, she decided not to mask her location. There was no reason to, really. And if anyone wanted to find her, that was fine. It wasn't as if everyone was gone, after all. She shoved the tablet back on her wrist a little more forcefully than necessary and walked down the street, hands in her pockets. She paid less attention to the decorations than the aliens probably would've liked, but it did all catch her eye (and remind her of how her father would overdo it occasionally, back home).
Despite what it looked like, her mind was on the data she'd gone over with Spencer a few days prior, trying to find some sort of pattern that would at least explain the departures. If she could just know why, this whole thing wouldn't be so hard to take. She was trying not to think too hard about what it was she was trying to adjust to, at the moment.
She approached a bell-ringer out of habit, then frowned. She didn't have any real money to give him, and that brought her back to the reality of the situation. She was in an alien city, not LA or San Antonio or someplace that would be much warmer than here. Nothing here really tracked with the real world. But the Extra looked hopeful and she let out a sigh. "Is there even a way to give you credits?"
[ooc: She'll be walking down toward the south end of Taxon, eventually stopping off at Wolfram and Hart and then likely Caritas. Feel free to see her wandering!]
Well, we're missing one more. For those of you who knew him, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce has left Taxon again. His apartment's gone, and as far as I know we all remember it, so I suspect he won't be back. At least not for awhile.
And I'm going for a long walk. Lorne, expect to see me tonight?
---
After contemplating it for a moment or two, she decided not to mask her location. There was no reason to, really. And if anyone wanted to find her, that was fine. It wasn't as if everyone was gone, after all. She shoved the tablet back on her wrist a little more forcefully than necessary and walked down the street, hands in her pockets. She paid less attention to the decorations than the aliens probably would've liked, but it did all catch her eye (and remind her of how her father would overdo it occasionally, back home).
Despite what it looked like, her mind was on the data she'd gone over with Spencer a few days prior, trying to find some sort of pattern that would at least explain the departures. If she could just know why, this whole thing wouldn't be so hard to take. She was trying not to think too hard about what it was she was trying to adjust to, at the moment.
She approached a bell-ringer out of habit, then frowned. She didn't have any real money to give him, and that brought her back to the reality of the situation. She was in an alien city, not LA or San Antonio or someplace that would be much warmer than here. Nothing here really tracked with the real world. But the Extra looked hopeful and she let out a sigh. "Is there even a way to give you credits?"
[ooc: She'll be walking down toward the south end of Taxon, eventually stopping off at Wolfram and Hart and then likely Caritas. Feel free to see her wandering!]