<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>Just a taste...  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z67vTcIiUrM&list=RDMMHUgwM1Ky228&index=2)<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/>Avery didn't have a lot of time for people that didn't say what they meant. She wasn't one for games or social intrigue, a quality that was taken amiss with surprising regularity. It was something of a relief when he didn't and that the joking continued seemingly uninhibited.<br/><br/><em>"Please tell me you don't make that face." </em><br/><br/>She laughed quietly but without concern or constraint.<br/><br/><em>"I mean, don't get me wrong there's a time and place for fucking like you're goin' for gold...but I'm not really a one note sort of girl." </em><br/><br/>Admittedly, she was guessing he wasn't one note either. In her experience, one note didn't tend to equate with excellent sharing. Though, on the topic of sharing she leaned forward in her chair enough to speak through the small opening between the chairs in front of them.<br/><br/><em>"Psst...Olivia." </em><br/><br/>A dark haired girl with blue eyes and a cherub face turned and peeked through the gap back at Avery.<br/><br/><em>"There are a few left, do you want them?" </em><br/><br/>The young woman grinned and stood up long enough to received the offered box and Avery directed her full attention back to Jack, half turned to face him with her back toward the window.<br/><br/><em>"I'm also impressed that you stowed your bag, took off your coat, and pantomimed a gymnast all without so much as inching over the divide between our seats. <span class="bbc_u">That</span> takes talent." </em><br/>