Ellie Miller (
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tramitem_net2020-10-02 09:56 pm
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Souvenirs!
[Ellie's usually cheerful face is a little subdued, given the news from the Bureau, but she's still smiling a bit ... even if she looks a bit tired.] Hullo, all. I go off on hols and everything's gone pear-shaped...
[she looks down into her tea a bit awkwardly. she's not sure how to express her condolences for people she never knew to people she's just scarcely met. so, she does what she always does when she's emotional and it wouldn't go over well. she reaches down out of sight and hauls up bags. present time!]
Anyways, I brought back a whole carry-on of sweeties and such: biscui-- er, cookies, sorry! -- jelly babies, digestives, tinned beans. [she's unpacking them all as she talks. it's quite a thing. if your character knows A Popular British Snack she's got one in there.] I started getting things I knew I'd miss here, and then I realized it's a small enough network and I'd be silly not to bring things back so you could all 'ave a little something. It's not all sweet or food, there are a couple of lovely wool scarves from the little village near where I stayed ... thin, but they'll keep you warm as anything. I've a blue, a grey, and ... oh, there's a currant-colored one in here somewhere. First come, first serve. I can bring them to you or send, whichever.
Also, um ... if anyone knows of a place looking for a typist, or even a shopkeep, I'd love an inside tip. Sent out about a dozen copies of my C.V. once we got back from the house-sitting, but anything helps.
[she looks down into her tea a bit awkwardly. she's not sure how to express her condolences for people she never knew to people she's just scarcely met. so, she does what she always does when she's emotional and it wouldn't go over well. she reaches down out of sight and hauls up bags. present time!]
Anyways, I brought back a whole carry-on of sweeties and such: biscui-- er, cookies, sorry! -- jelly babies, digestives, tinned beans. [she's unpacking them all as she talks. it's quite a thing. if your character knows A Popular British Snack she's got one in there.] I started getting things I knew I'd miss here, and then I realized it's a small enough network and I'd be silly not to bring things back so you could all 'ave a little something. It's not all sweet or food, there are a couple of lovely wool scarves from the little village near where I stayed ... thin, but they'll keep you warm as anything. I've a blue, a grey, and ... oh, there's a currant-colored one in here somewhere. First come, first serve. I can bring them to you or send, whichever.
Also, um ... if anyone knows of a place looking for a typist, or even a shopkeep, I'd love an inside tip. Sent out about a dozen copies of my C.V. once we got back from the house-sitting, but anything helps.
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[a pause] Jack - Jack the singer, Jack? Handsome as all hell, eyes like summer sky, probably nowhere near straight enough for a girl's tastes? You meet through the Bureau?
[are you together, is what she really wants to know.]
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[Not that he thinks Ellie is stupid! He will just use laymen's terms instead of difficult scientific terms. However, he's already heading out the door, headphones plugged in, as he watches the screen, and brightens considerably.]
Yeah! That's the one! That Jack, yes. He messaged me on my first entry on the Network, and - well, it's sort of interesting. He knows about the girl I saw in my Memory. This mysterious Rose Tyler - he knows the name. Common enough name I suppose, but it's all sort of - we met for coffee that first night and - You know, maybe I should share this for when we meet up properly, eh? It was almost like I knew him, when I first saw him - but I'd never met him before that night.