Post by Abby Scuito on Jun 17, 2009 13:33:53 GMT -5
Abby sat on one of her stools in her lab. She spun it around a bit as she pushed herself from desk to desk. She didn't have much work to do. In fact, she didn't have any. What was the point in coming to work if there wasn't anything for her to do? Easy, something could happen and they would need her. But of course, she hoped that didn't happen. Sure, she didn't like being bored, but she didn't want someone dead either.
She stopped in front of the computer and grabbed her caf-pow before taking a drink. She was hyper already, she knew she didn't need it, but it was her favorite drink and she had to at least stay hydrated.
Abby wondered how long it would take until someone came down to visit her. She liked company. Someone to talk to was good. A good distraction amongst her period of boredom.
She stopped in front of the computer and grabbed her caf-pow before taking a drink. She was hyper already, she knew she didn't need it, but it was her favorite drink and she had to at least stay hydrated.
Abby wondered how long it would take until someone came down to visit her. She liked company. Someone to talk to was good. A good distraction amongst her period of boredom.
