Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 156
Date: 24 - 07 - 819 AS @ 19:13 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Another week, another strange set of circumstances.

I managed to wake up this morning on a couch that wasn't mine in an apartment that wasn't mine either in a part of what - thankfully turned out to be Manhattan - I'd never set foot in before.

I had remains of my good clothes on, although my dress didn't seem to take too kindly to being curled up on a chair. My neck hurt like a bitch and I really could have used a few more hours there.

So I groggily rolled off the couch and onto the floor, eventually hauling my carcase off the carpet long enough to comprehend where I was - what seemed to be a cosmopolitan apartment high up a skyscraper somewhere in an elite suburb of Manhattan.

Upon recollection of my situational awareness I realised I had wandered home with Admiral Hale and crashed at his place. Exactly why, I have no idea. Can't remember. Either way.

I stumbled over to the most likely source of coffee within the establishment and, in doing so, ran over a piece of paper presumably left by the ever-thoughtful Fleet Admiral for me to find.

"Had to leave for work, please lock up when you leave."

Momentarily after reading the information left for me and digesting it, I realised a keycard had been placed underneath the sheet of paper.

So David's just given me the keys to his apartment. I'm sure it's an entirely benign gesture however one's mind cannot help but ponder.

And ponder I did - over a coffee made with what I could find in the Admiral's kitchen. Instant coffee, those complimentary sugar sticks stolen from Sunbucks and a box of long-life milk. The guy lives just like I do... not quite sure how to react to that.

After sunning myself on Hale's balcony for a few minutes, divulging my secrets with the coffee before me, I realised I was probably being missed by at least one person. Thus ended my short stint as the housekeeper for the Fleet Admiral of the Liberty Navy.

After that I let myself out, locked up and wandered down to ground level, winding up in a part of town I didn't recognise. I spent about 2 hours trawling around the local parking lots trying to find the Outflyer. I knew I'd left it nearby, having flown it in - but it wasn't where I thought it was... so I had to go look for it.

Did find it eventually, tucked away neatly in a corner. Having already wasted half the day - first sleeping in and secondly running around like an idiot in high heels - I set off with disgruntled rapidity, aiming for the hotel room. A further hour was lost to flying through the gauntlet of under-skilled taxi drivers who swarm Manhattan like pests.

When I _finally_ got back to my room it was well into late afternoon and all I wanted to do was sleep.

Sanya wouldn't have a word of it. Little <strike>tart</strike> darling wanted mummy's boobs and was determined to get them. So I ended up spending a couple hours nursing the <strike>loudmouth bitch</strike> beautiful angel whilst explaining my absence to Misaka. At least when she's feeding she's quiet... always a plus.

And now here I am about ready to pass out and it's... not even 8pm yet. At least when I'm asleep I'm not any trouble.

Reminds me of someone...

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