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fandomtownies2007-02-08 10:38 pm
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Causeway [just after dark]
God, she hated cabs.
She tried not to let the filthy man driving this one know that, though, as it was rude. Winslow kept giving her pathetic looks, though.
When the car stopped in a little car park at the edge of the tiny town, she practically threw herself out, and immediately reached into her purse for her hand sanitizer.
"No, thanks," she refuted when the driver attempted to get her bags for her. And there were a lot of them. The Roomba had come with her, along with her clothes and a very large case smelling of Lysol and Mr. Clean.
Hannelore set Winslow on the ground (setting a little tea towel down first) before hefting the bags out. "You doing okay down there?" she asked as she paid the driver and he left them.
Winslow gave a little sigh, his beta-version eyebrows drooping. "Yeah. It's just that I don't know anything about this place." He looked up at her, as frightened as an oversized iPod can be. "What if all the new computers fill my hard drive with sheep porn? Again?"
"That was just Pintsize," she said hopefully. "Dr. Corrine says it's only for a little while."
She frowned. "I think we have to stay at a hotel tonight."
Winslow looked suitably scandalized on her behalf.
"Just so you can charge," she added. "Come on."
With that, she headed into town.
[Just establishy, yay!]
She tried not to let the filthy man driving this one know that, though, as it was rude. Winslow kept giving her pathetic looks, though.
When the car stopped in a little car park at the edge of the tiny town, she practically threw herself out, and immediately reached into her purse for her hand sanitizer.
"No, thanks," she refuted when the driver attempted to get her bags for her. And there were a lot of them. The Roomba had come with her, along with her clothes and a very large case smelling of Lysol and Mr. Clean.
Hannelore set Winslow on the ground (setting a little tea towel down first) before hefting the bags out. "You doing okay down there?" she asked as she paid the driver and he left them.
Winslow gave a little sigh, his beta-version eyebrows drooping. "Yeah. It's just that I don't know anything about this place." He looked up at her, as frightened as an oversized iPod can be. "What if all the new computers fill my hard drive with sheep porn? Again?"
"That was just Pintsize," she said hopefully. "Dr. Corrine says it's only for a little while."
She frowned. "I think we have to stay at a hotel tonight."
Winslow looked suitably scandalized on her behalf.
"Just so you can charge," she added. "Come on."
With that, she headed into town.
[Just establishy, yay!]
ooc: woooo