Abigail's enjoying being pampered. She's slowly become accustomed to this sort of treatment with her music career. It's a big change from the tomboy who grew up hunting. She relaxes in the chair as the technician works and slowly becomes a bit bored. Beauty might take time and she figures they should have put a tv in the room or something. She glances at the person in the chair next to her, also getting hands/feet/both done. "I like that color of polish on you." She comments.
B. Local Cuisine.
Abigail sits a table with her meal. It's less meat and more salad than she's used to. She hopes it's not to obvious to the staff. They did seem to work so hard on it and everyone else seems to be enjoying it. The fresh clean flavors have drawn a crowd. Abigail sees someone looking for a place to sit. She gives them a small wave. "Hey, you can sit there if you want." She gestures to the chair across from her. She's been given a stranger roommate, why not have a stranger to eat with too?
C. Random roommate
Abigail's just arrived and been told she has a roommate. They've assured it's a fellow import. She's still feeling a little nervous. After all, imports have done things like drugging water supplies and Hannibal himself was briefly imported to this world. She makes her way to the room quickly to be the first one there, unpacks her small suitcase and sits on the bed closest to the door to claim it. If her roommate is dangerous, she wants an escape route during the night. When the door opens, she's watching to see who walks in. "Hello?"
D. Hiking - Pitstop.
Abigail's in good shape. She's used to long walks while stalking prey. The hike's easy and gives her a chance to look around at the lovely scenery. Being in nature feels almost like home. During the rest stop, she roasts a marshmallow over the fire for her s'more. She's careful to get it the perfect golden color on the outside, gooey on the inside while still solid enough for putting in the s'more. It's practically an art form. If your character needs any help with theirs, she's the right one to ask.
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Abigail's enjoying being pampered. She's slowly become accustomed to this sort of treatment with her music career. It's a big change from the tomboy who grew up hunting. She relaxes in the chair as the technician works and slowly becomes a bit bored. Beauty might take time and she figures they should have put a tv in the room or something. She glances at the person in the chair next to her, also getting hands/feet/both done. "I like that color of polish on you." She comments.
B. Local Cuisine.
Abigail sits a table with her meal. It's less meat and more salad than she's used to. She hopes it's not to obvious to the staff. They did seem to work so hard on it and everyone else seems to be enjoying it. The fresh clean flavors have drawn a crowd. Abigail sees someone looking for a place to sit. She gives them a small wave. "Hey, you can sit there if you want." She gestures to the chair across from her. She's been given a stranger roommate, why not have a stranger to eat with too?
C. Random roommate
Abigail's just arrived and been told she has a roommate. They've assured it's a fellow import. She's still feeling a little nervous. After all, imports have done things like drugging water supplies and Hannibal himself was briefly imported to this world. She makes her way to the room quickly to be the first one there, unpacks her small suitcase and sits on the bed closest to the door to claim it. If her roommate is dangerous, she wants an escape route during the night. When the door opens, she's watching to see who walks in. "Hello?"
D. Hiking - Pitstop.
Abigail's in good shape. She's used to long walks while stalking prey. The hike's easy and gives her a chance to look around at the lovely scenery. Being in nature feels almost like home. During the rest stop, she roasts a marshmallow over the fire for her s'more. She's careful to get it the perfect golden color on the outside, gooey on the inside while still solid enough for putting in the s'more. It's practically an art form. If your character needs any help with theirs, she's the right one to ask.