[h2][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4250886]Abigail Harlow[/url] and [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4250717]Brooks Lockwood[/url][/h2]
    
Abigail excitedly nudged Brooks with his elbow when the diner was mentioned. “Think you can hold out till then?” she whispered mischievously, cracking a grin. Abigail was the first to leave and knew the way to the lodge off by heart; as she is wont to do, she made a light jog and wandered in front of everyone else - even Rickland. She kept looking around the hangar bay, helmet in hand, the hatch on her suit pulsating with light. Abigail waited by the elevator respectfully for her commander, followed him in and pulled her helmet on so she took up less space. Some girl, quite possibly the Ivari Abigail thought she spotted on the SC Sirius, giggled and made a joke - immediately getting a childish giggle in return, muffled by Abigail’s helmet.

She didn’t rush off ahead when everyone poured out of the elevator - she was the first to get in, the last to get out and consequently stuck behind the group. That’s where she noticed Kaylx clinging onto Anubis’ tail for balance, and she stopped walking for a bit, staring. Then she kept going. She leant by the doorframe as everyone filed into the room, helmet twisting this way and that to watch what everyone was doing. Once everyone had settled (or, in some cases, collapsed) in the lodge, Abigail pushed herself off the frame and started walking over to the fireplace when one of the new members stopped her.

Abigail watched and stared from under the reflective visor of her helmet. She froze like a deer in headlights, and let out a nervous little “Ahahahahahawhat?” as Harriet was speaking, along with an uncertain “Uhh…”. She backed up a little. The fake firelight dancing off her visor mostly obscured her face. She cocked her head to the side a little as Harriet turned to Abigail directly and remained frozen in place, just staring at the alien in front of her.

When Harriet reached out and grabbed Abigail’s hand, there was an audible ‘fwip’ as she wrenched her entire arm away from the woman and backed up into she bumped into Brooks. “DON’Ttouchme, I-...” she snapped, looking around nervously. “...I’ll deal with you later,” she eventually decided and then immediately called out “ANUBIS! You fuckin’ enabler, don’t give him that cocktail!”

Abigail rushed off, pretty much ignoring Harriet as she twisted to get past her without shoulder-barging her. Her helmet was yanked off with one hand and tossed haphazardly onto one of the couches as she leapt clean over the bar and disappeared behind it, the clinking of bottles and rattling of cans erupting from its depths. When she re-emerged it was with a pint glass of water and one of those little cocktail umbrellas poking out from behind her ear. She skipped and wove through the crowd of hunters milling about, squatted down next to the fireplace and leant over Kaylx with a big cheesy grin on her face.

“Fun night?” she asked. “As much as I want to see you vomit in front of Malkovich, my good conscience compels me to sober you up. Brooks?” She glanced over her shoulder and made frantic beckoning gestures. Brooks, however, waves a dismissive hand and turns his attention to Harriet.

Brooks turned to face the woman, folding his arms sternly, “You were never one for tact, eh?” he sighed. “Ain’t heard of you for years and you drop a bomb like this on us now?” he cracked a faint smirk. “We’re gonna need to sit ourselves down and hear the full story at some point.” The smile faded. He pulled a face and shrugged his shoulders, lowering his voice to a low mumble; “Oh and don’t mind Abigail...She just got spooked.”

Meanwhile, Abigail was still leaning over Kaylx, one hand steadying herself on the floor whilst the other held the glass over Kaylx’s face. “Desperate times call for desperate measures - you gonna sit up and drink this? Oooor…” she tilted the glass ever-so-slightly, giggling.