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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 6:15 pm
In the silence Dawson left wide open, Abbi felt it her Hunterly duty to cram as much information into his first meeting as possible. It took her the whole of carting him down three rows of pods to where the swivel chair had originated from just to explain to him the history of Deus and start in on the different divisions. There was just so much to tell him about and she felt super behind. Next time she would be better prepared, with a script and bullet points and generally on her A Game!
Now that they had returned to her desk, the ride ended as Abbi skittered around Dawson and to the back of the desk to fetch the notebook she'd been scribbling in before her patrol of the pods.
"After this? Excellent question! Well, first I'll give you a tour of the Island. Nothing super in depth, just a few important places to hit like the classrooms, the cafeteria--" The notebook is dropped so Abbi can count on her fingers, totally enjoying this way more than she should. "Maybe the beach, the dorm rooms, the Lighthouse for sure, maybe any of the good jogging paths, BUT OH YEAH!" Once again she picks up the notebook to wiggle it at Dawson excitedly.
"Most importantly, we're going to go to The Cove. That's where the real fun begins."
She is all grins as she pockets the notebook into a skirt pocket (Blessed be skirts with pockets, may thy glory live forever, amen) and runs back around to Dawson. Like a puppy she hops around him, making hands in his direction that are indicative of making him follow her without touching him directly.
"Hope you're feeling well rested, we got a lot to cover today! C'mon, c'mon!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 6:30 pm
Now he sort of wished he had his own clipboard to make notes on. This really was like school. By the time Clipboard Cutie came around to tug him to a place called The Cove (which sounded vaguely ominous), Dawson's head was swimming with more Key Words and Things to Remember. Hopefully it would settle into something cohesive and understandable soon; he felt a little light headed, and the most he had done so far was scream and cower.
He pushed himself off the chair, still feeling a little woozy but at least not gonna tip over sorry woozy. Then he flexed his toes in his boots, yawned, and put his cap back on with a nod, the only physical comfort he could take before stepping forward into his new life--whether he was ready or not.
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