002; [location: luigi's]
"You know, it has been ages since I've seen a Sci-Fi film," Alex Drake told her glass of wine. While to the common eye it would have seemed as though she was thoroughly pissed, she was far from it. In fact, this would only be her third glass of wine that evening, and at the rate she was going, the third would soon turn into her fourth, then her fifth, and so on and so forth. "So, what I can't seem to understand is why this world? I was doing so.. well." Her glass stared up at her, half empty, half full. Alex made a face at it.
"Look at me," she rolled her eyes to herself, "I'm having a conversation with a glass of wine." Settling her head against her hand, she glanced over at her nearby tablet. There had to be someone else about the place going just as mad as she was. If her imagination had proved one thing, it was that things were rarely ever boring, and people were never exactly what they seemed to be. Her other hand left the curved base of her glass and poked at the tablet.
"Come on then, you figments, give me something. Anything." At this point, she was desperate for a sign of familiarity: A sign of life, a sign of the 2000s, her daughter, or even Gene Hunt, would do.
God, what was her mind coming to?
"Look at me," she rolled her eyes to herself, "I'm having a conversation with a glass of wine." Settling her head against her hand, she glanced over at her nearby tablet. There had to be someone else about the place going just as mad as she was. If her imagination had proved one thing, it was that things were rarely ever boring, and people were never exactly what they seemed to be. Her other hand left the curved base of her glass and poked at the tablet.
"Come on then, you figments, give me something. Anything." At this point, she was desperate for a sign of familiarity: A sign of life, a sign of the 2000s, her daughter, or even Gene Hunt, would do.
God, what was her mind coming to?