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Penny's eclectic appearance had always been the least of her eccentricities, to which her many various childhood homes had doubtlessly contributed. She'd recently revisited part of this little-known past - an uncle Mohet with whom she'd lived as a kid wanted her to visit her old home in India. The Big Issue had been more than happy to grant a month's leave for travel writing on her dime, but now, returned, she once more faced the unpleasant ogre of jet lag. Bloody buggering fuck, she muttered at the vending machine in the lobby, kicking it. All she wanted was some 8AM crisps. Was that so much to ask?

[The knock on the door meant that someone- actually someone- was there. The only other person to come in and out of the apartment for the past few weeks had been her father, and he only knocked if he'd locked himself out. Miranda hadn't seen much of the other residents of the Globe due to a brief illness and then the weeks that came after it in which she never wanted to get out of bed again.She was up and about, now, and though she probably looked like shit, the persistent knocking brought her out into the grace of men once more.]

The New Technical Director | Will & Kat

"Emmy!" Harriet shouted through the hallway of the first floor for the fifth time. She couldn't find the cat, and it was beginning to worry her... she should have been more careful. "Emmy, come on where are you?" she lowered her voice to a whisper. It just had to be that her cat was curious, and completely reckless. Returning to her floor, she didn't notice the person who was coming down the stairs and bumped into them.

Wrong Doors || Kat & Cassie

One step at a time - open

[Hal groaned as he entered the lobby of the Globe, sopping wet. It had been pouring all day and, of course, it was the only day he forgot his umbrella. He fumbled for his keys and instead pulled out a glob of soaked papers from his pocket -- a few new pages from the script he needed to learn -- instead. Hal groaned and shook his head, annoyed.] Ah, bollocks...