Time travel and lousy life choices

[una_persson]

Who: Una Persson and OPEN (with threads for Niko and Niles)
What: Life in Blackstaff
Where: Various places; see threadstarters, or feel free to start your own
When: In the week or so after the witch den expeditions and Una's punitive assignment
Warnings: TBD

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Travel Agency - Niles Pottinger

[una_persson]

It was a slow day at the Agency.

There had been some kind of power surge in the night, and everyone was barred from the transporters until the maintenance crew had a chance to make sure that nothing was severely damaged and to fix anything that was broken. As a side effect, the instruments used for trans-temporal and trans-dimensional scans were offline as well, so as not to introduce any potential power disruptions. So there wasn't really much to do. There was a general attempt to look busy in the form of research into potential expeditions based on whatever data had already been downloaded and stored, but mostly people were milling around aimlessly, gossiping, and taking long breaks.

Una was in her office, feet up on her desk, a Quintette du Hot Club de France album playing. She was throwing darts with alarming accuracy at a board she'd installed on the wall opposite her desk. When she ran out of darts, she got up, retrieved them from the board, and started over.

Ruins - Niko Bellic

[una_persson]

Since the whole affair with Belloq, Una hadn't been out to the ruins at all. Going there made her feel sad and guilty, and in cases where guilt feelings could be avoided with relative ease, she tended to do so.

But she happened to be at the museum when one of the curators—the one who was handling most of the things from the library that Ben had discovered—came hurrying up to her and asked her if she could carry a message and some gear to the workers down there. Una couldn't very well refuse, but she made up her mind to get the work done as fast as possible.

She made the delivery and started to head back into town, but paused for a moment on a small rise that afforded a good view of the site. Gloomy, irritable thoughts flickered through her mind, and she tried to not dwell on them.

Quantum Rhythm - Open

[una_persson]

Una generally avoided the dance club, having very little patience for most of what called itself dance music that post-dated the Sixties. Not that she disliked rock and pop music on principle; there was some she enjoyed. But her preferred tastes were emphatically those of the music hall, musical theatre, and jazz.

So she was pleasantly surprised to hear that there was actually a 1930s Earth jazz night in the offing. It had been a long time since she'd been out, so she decided it was about time to put on something nice and go. It didn't matter who else was there, or if she danced; it would be a pleasure just to listen.

Xyma's - Open

[una_persson]

Well, it wasn't as if there was anywhere else to get a properly trashy chicken tikka masala, was there? Una was sometimes slightly embarrassed about her taste for London-style curries that were more properly appreciated when a bit drunk (which she wasn't just now, the hour being midday), but sometimes there was nothing for it but to give in to the craving.