Fandom Island and Town

Seeing as it was sunny, dry out, and warming up if only vaguely, and because Aiden was sick of being cramped up indoors... She set herself up a deckchair on the street just outside her offices. More potential for catching passing trade, and it was a nicer environment.

She would be there with her laptop doing background checks for some customers on the mainland, most of the day.

[ooc: Open, but expect some slow pinging from me, as will be off out for dinner in a couple of hours.]

Aiden thought the whole weekend was all just a very vivid dream.

Then she listened to the podcast of the radio.

Now, she can be found hiding behind her laptop, totally engrossed in running preliminary background checks for a client on the mainland. It's very dull but ultimately distracting work and makes it unlikely she'll run into any of the people she met during the weekend. For once, she's actually happy to be doing desk work.

ABIS is open for all your mortified and no-longer-weetiny detective needs.

Aiden opened her office this morning after the weekend, and found that something was making the place smell. Really smell.

Two hours later after a thorough search that involved moving almost every piece of furniture in the place around, she still hasn't figured out where it's coming from, or what it is.

This is why Aiden can be found, complete with several layers, sitting on the chair from her desk outside the open door. She's not looking all that pleased, surprisingly enough.

Despite the fact her office is now all back in one piece, and clean and it's been a couple of weeks since the last bout of destruction, Aiden's still a little posessive of the place. She's even been poking her head out of the door every once in a while just to check there isn't anything about to come and rampage through it again. Re-painting it twice in her first two weeks was more than enough for her.

The office is open and the 'Free Spy Pen' sign is still in the window. After all, she still has some leftover, and it did draw people in the last time she did it.

Aiden is sat at her desk spinning back and forth on her nice and clean (but still unhealthily squeaky)
chair and taking in her new office. She's alphabetised her books, cleaned every inch, and covered the board behind her in newspaper clippings of the DJ Pratt case. She's feeling more like a real PI every minute.

There's a smart printed sign taped in the window, Free Spy Pen, for everyone! because she sure isn't afraid to lure possible custom by offering free things.

Yes, Aiden does know that spies and detectives aren't the same thing. At all. She just doesn't really seem to care all that much. A gimmick is a gimmick, after all.

[ooc: It's actually open for business at last. Just in time for rampaging trolls and everything!]

There was something about private investigations that implied a certain seedy nature. The slightly dilapidated building Aiden was looking up at would probably be considered fitting, actually. Didn't look like anyone had actually been in there in a while, and if they had they certainly hadn't given it a paint job while they were there.

She fiddled with the keys in her hand, finally selecting the one she assumed would open the front door and set about getting the property open. After several seconds of struggle the lock finally gave in, and clicked unlocked. Aiden sighed in relief and went to open the front door.

The door however seemed to have it's own ideas, and didn't budge even when she used her shoulder and her hip in an attempt to get the job done.

Aiden kicked it and let out a frustrated, "Goddamn door!" before shoving at it a couple more times.

What good was having an office if she couldn't get into the stupid place.

[[ooc: So totally open. Mock her, help her, freak her out, or just plain meet her. Whatever you want.]]