<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th...early.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>On the train to Dellban<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>This  (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>A little of this.  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayxbY9mImKo&list=PLrEtSdEyobxFi7XEagC-iCs_xvViGFrXh&index=10)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Jack<br/><hr/><br/>Despite it running counter to several fundamental guidelines in her standard operating procedures, Avery had boarded early. It was mostly an accident if she was being honest, but it had provided a golden opportunity for meeting one or two of her fellow students. As a matter of fact, in the short time between stowing her luggage and Jack's arrival she had managed to make friends with the young woman seated in front of them, the two people behind them, and an elderly woman three rows up that until just a second earlier had been regaling Avery with stories about her Yorkshire Terrier.<br/><br/>His name was Gus, and from what she gathered he was basically a surly old man with three teeth and a deep, abiding love for pepperoni. Which to be clear, was about the worst thing she could feed him...but you were never going to tell her differently because "It's his favorite.".<br/><br/>When Jack took his seat, she was half standing with one knee on her seat and her back to the window as she handed a pastry back to a young man that seemed altogether more interested in her hair than the chocolate croissant.<br/><br/>What followed was a quiet shuffle and quiet brush of air that smelled of fresh baked goods and strawberry shampoo as she sank back into her seat. She tucked the lid of the pastry box closed, smiled warmly, and gave his hand one firm shake,<br/><br/><em>"Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Avery." </em><br/><br/>There was a brief pause, but only just enough to be considered such.<br/><br/><em>"Would you like a pastry?" </em><br/><br/>Because people bond over food, wouldn't you know?<br/><br/>Flipping the lid back up she pointed out which was which...<br/><br/><em>"That one is cinnamon...raspberry...black currant...these two are Vegan...or, if you prefer I have a cup of oatmeal with almonds and fresh blueberries that I'd sacrifice to the cause...but just this once."</em><br/>