[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://31.media.tumblr.com/97f88e9f49c98a3b8ed4fc887257ef2e/tumblr_inline_n6rv7fVei11qhtbzo.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Hotel[/center][hr][hr][color=ff6600]"And if it hadn't been for Ada and Marc, I would've had the top grades,"[/color] Tuesday sighed wistfully. She laughed a bit, remembering how important all of that had been. If only her past self could see her now--an ex-convict, working at a temp agency, and continuing to do drugs. Her only real prospects would be using her medical knowledge to create more drugs. Nothing else was on the horizon for Chloe Ridgeway. It was almost odd, thinking of herself with that name. For years, she'd been Tuesday... Just Tuesday. 

Looking over as Riley brought the tray over, Tuesday's stomach grumbled. She used to hate scrambled eggs. Every time she had them, they were despicable. But in prison, they tended to be the most edible thing for breakfast. You learned to love them. She smiled gratefully up at her sister, continuing to sip her tea. [color=ff6600]"You guys eat, I'm good for now,"[/color] Tuesday offered, taking another sip. 

Remembering that this was a multi-day event, Tuesday couldn't help but wonder how she'd make it home. She'd used up all of her credit, sold her last valuable. Hitchhiking, she supposed, wouldn't be too bad. It'd be an adventure at least, going all the way back to California with no money. And while she could ask her sister...No. She hadn't stooped that low. Some of her pride and dignity remained in the shell of Chloe Ridgeway. [color=ff6600]"What events are there today?"[/color]