THE QUILL [OPEN]

[abster]

'Hey Sweetheart, I'm sorry if I woke you. I just haven't heard from you in a couple of days and I know college can be- HI ABBY!- Gabrielle sweetie let me just try and talk to your sister. It's just her answer phone, go put on Tangled again I know you like that.- FLYNN RIDER!- Listen, I'm just starting to worry about you. Silly, right? Okay, give me old mom a call when you have chance. Don't work too hard, I love you... I love you Princess.'

Swearing softly as she listened to her mom's message again. Listened to how tired she sounded, how exhausted she must've been and how happy Gabby sounded. Kicking her dumb car's interior, she counted the money in her wallet again. One hundred and seventy bucks and change, that was all she had left and she couldn't keep sleeping in her car forever. The cops probably wouldn't take too kindly to that here, small town and all. She knew exactly what that was like.

Climbing out the back seat of her car, she grabbed her laptop and headed towards the last place she'd seen her father but the only place she at least knew sold coffee here. She hadn't planned on sticking around, she certainly wasn't sticking around for him at least. At least she could get good coffee and free wifi, and maybe she could make the coffee last all day if needed. She was good at doing that and even better if they had re-fills and a bathroom.

Rubbing her eyes, she ran a hand through her hair and went to order muttering the word asshole over and over again. Her own private mantra to keep her going.

"Hey, you don't know if they've got a town paper or something here? You know the kind with cheap places to stay?" Abigail asked, rubbing the dark eye-liner into the corners of her eyes with her thumb as she yawned.

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[abster]

"Just temporarily, for a few days or a week at most. Not forever," Abigail replied with a shake of her head. She wasn't sticking around, maybe she was a lot like her dad in more ways than she realised. "It is. Gas is... a pain though. Like ridiculously expensive. Which I didn't exactly ever factor in. I never drove big distances before."

Abigail smiled before offering her hand. "Abigail, Abigail Flynn."

[davin]

"Ah, just passin' through? And gas is pretty dear, innit? Still, nothin' beats the classics." He shakes her hand politely and smiles at her. "Restorin' a beauty like that all on yer own is impressive, though."

After a moment's consideration, he pulls his card from the auto shop out of his pocket and slides it across the table. It's from the first set of cards that has him listed as manager, and he still gets a little proud when he looks at it. He's on the lookout for new hires at the shop, and even though she says she isn't saying, Siren Cove has a way of making people want to stay. "If ya do decide to stay here in our little cove and you need a job, give me a call, aye?"

[abster]

"Yeah, that's the plan. I didn't really think beyond getting here, now that I am here it's the getting out part I've got to figure out." Abigail replied, a wry smile lingering on her lips before she shook her head. "I would be lying if I said entirely on my own, most of the work but you know the heavy lifting parts I had help with. Not great with that."

Abigail indicated her rather noodly arms, she wasn't the kind to be lifting anything heavier than a laptop and a couple of hard drives. Anything else she left it up to Sam. "Thanks, I may hit you up for that. Temporarily, got to get the money together to get out of this place after all."

[davin]

"Liftin' heavy things isn't the whole job," Davin tells her. He's not really looking for anyone temporary, more like a tight-knit crew that he can depend on, but he's not going to turn away someone in need either.

He takes a sip of his coffee and looks at her curiously. "So what brings ya on such a whirlwind trip through small town Maine? If that's not entirely invasive o' me."