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[Harper Angel]

Harper wandered through the halls of 3W headquarters. She felt a strange calm while in its walls. A kind of security that was rare to find in the world now. Here, no one could hurt her or even try. Here, she was surrounded by those like her and shared her beliefs. Here, she felt like she was home for the first time since the Virius.

She reached her small room and opened the door. Cloths and other random objects litered the floor, but she manuvered easily through her organized mess. She flopped down on the bed and curled up to her side.

[Tabitha Warbrook]

The wrench in her pocket felt like a dead weight and should have in theory dragged the woman down but then again, she wandered around with heavy tools on her person nearly all the time. Being the resident techie had its drawbacks like now when she had to forgo sleep so that she could work out the problem with the washing machines. She leaved lazily through the new manual, knowing relatively what she needed to gain from the book to fix the machines. "Huh, well that's not too bad." she murmured, eyeing the diagram of the disected machine. It looked as though as she'd have to do was realign the chamber and rewire a few pathways. Why couldn't Danny have just told her that he attempted to wash his combat boots in the washing machine? Hearing a whoosh, she dragged her eyes from the book. Oh, she was right before Harper's room. She shrugged and marking her place tucked the book safely into one of the huge pockets in her pants.

Tabby walked the remaining few feet to the door the red head had just disappeared into and popped her head in. She eyed the mess speculatively, grinning a little as she thought of the similar state of her room (just with more piles). Her eyes drifted to Harper, curled up on the bed. "Hey Harper, you all right?" she asked, her tone soft enough not to wake the girl if she'd dropped off right as she'd lain down.

[Harper Angel]

Harper heard the small voice behind her. She lifted her head and turned it towards the door. She saw Tabby standing in the doorway. "Tired. Need sleep," she said, her brain not allowing her to use full sentences. She rolled back over and curled up. Suddenly, a thought came to mind. Her hand shot up and she pointed at the ceiling. "On second thought, i don't need sleep, i need male attention."

[Tabitha Warbrook]

Her eyebrows climbed hired on her face and she had to grip the edge of the door frame. "Um, well... can't help you there." she let out a sheepish chuckle. "You want me to go get Danny? I'm sure he'd be happy to oblige." she offered half-jokingly. The new recruit, besides being a pain in Tabby's technological ass was remarkably overeager to come to the aid of anyone and everyone at 3W. Tabby had money going with Lola on when the kid would burn out. Not necessarily an honorable thing but something to pass the time as she assigned him mopping duty or the like.

A sudden thought struck her that made the back of her neck break out in goosebumps or sweat -- Tabby wasn't sure which. What if Harper likes Oren? Tabby worried her bottom lip between her teeth momentarily, so momentarily that it could be written off as a thoughtful moment. Yes, she had many of those, drifting into her own mind when in the presence of others. Pushing off of the door frame, Tabby entered the room and in three short steps stood by the bed. Easily, she settled her lithe frame on the edge of the bed and smiled inquiringly at Harper. "Who'd ya have in mind?" She told herself that there really was no reason for her the bottom to drop out of her stomach preemptively.

[Harper Angel]

Harper laughed when Tabby mentioned the young Danny. "I'd break him," she declared, not too sure if it would be a fact or not. She heard silence behind her and figured Tabby had left. But guessed wrong when she felt someone sit on the bed.

"Who'd ya have in mind?" she was asked.

Harper rolled over and looked at the girl. She knew what was on her mind, but didn't say anything. SHe knew the crush she had on Oren, but would never admit it to anyone ever. It wasn't her place. "Well, i met this guy at a bar," she explained. "His name was Fletcher. Pretty boy type, very closed off. Don't know why, but he struck my fancy."

[Tabitha Warbrook]

Relief flooded her, cooling and freeing. "Fletcher? Mhmm... well why didn't you invite him back?" she asked, cocking her head inquisitively. She chuckled, "Or as per the secresy order, went home with him?" she continued with a small smile.

[Harper Angel]

Harper thought back on the meeting. "Didn't seem like a good idea," she answered. "I watched him with one of the Night Girls and he shrugged her right off. Cute little one, too. Anyways, it didn't seem like he wanted that kind of company." She smiled at Tabby.


((night girl=prostitue))

[Tabitha Warbrook]

Tabby cocked her head to the side and smiled. "So why don't you not be that kind of company?" she inquired with a bit of mischief in her voice. "Who says you have to sleep with him the first night off? Might as well get to know him -- you might like him, you know." she added with a sparkle in her eye. Tabby stretched out her legs before her and pointed her feet in, semi stretching her legs. Looking at her feet intently, she smiled almost reverently. "Never know where fate'll take you..." she murmured.