When Addison awoke, it was light, but just barely. The black of night had slowly seeped away into the the lilac traces of dawn. Actually, maybe it was a little later than that. The sun was fully visible over the horizon, painting the inside of her father's Lexus in thick stripes as sunlight poured through the windshield, past the review mirror, the visor and the decorated car freshener hanging down in front of her. Addie was stiff, and groggy. It felt like she had only dozed off for just a few minutes, but her whole body was aching from the strange position she'd been in all night. After blinking a couple times, she spotted her phone on the floor between the front island and the dashboard.
"Well, fuck." She grumbled to herself as she picked the phone up and turned it over in her hands. "Completely dead..." So much for Sean being able to call her, he was going to absolutely flip. So were her parents, but she didn't care so much about them. Both they and Sean knew where she was, or at least they should have. It would be absurd to think that they weren't at least on their way by now. In fact, Sean had been given enough time to be in the very same parking lot she was currently taking up two spaces in. That simply meant she needed to get a move on.
Without further contemplation Addie sat up, ran her fingers through her sandy brunette hair twice before snapping it up into a less than perfect ponytail, and then started the car. This time the gate was guarded by someone new, and luckily it was already fifteen minutes past the Facility's eight a.m. opening time, at least for the public. She had little trouble paying the fee to get in with her father's sleek credit card and made her way in. Unfortunately the poor guard had 'absolutely no idea' where anyone else was, or where she could search for any particular dragon, so she figured that she'd just start picking buildings. Somebody knowledgeable was sure to turn up, and Nymir had to be somewhere. It only made sense to start with the first large building she could find and work her way out. She really had no idea where visitors were allowed to go and where they weren't, there were probably signs for indication, but in this matter, she figured it didn't really matter. She wasn't here to jsut gawk through some glass or at a screen at any old dragon, doing whatever it was dragons did here... She was here to find Nym. His file said that he was in 'Avalon' whatever that meant. Wherever the hell that was she didn't know.
After wandering a bit, hitting a few dead ends, and peering at a few small, unpromising looking buildings, Addison finally rolled to stop in front of a rather large, official looking building. It looked sterile, even from the outside, as if it was meant to be a hospital of sorts. On closer inspection the white building bore a large plaque. 'Lab - 16B' and in parentheses '(Ansel Gunther Building)'. Surely some long dead donor who had his name scrawled on the side the place to show his contribution. Addie was actually half expecting her fathers name to have cropped up by now. He seemed to donate to just about anything that would end up being useful to him later. By no means was her father a charitable man. Strictly business. Perhaps if she were to keep looking she'd find 'Fiske' written out on a bench somewhere, but right now this 'Gunther' building would have to do. Once the car was in park and the keys in her hand, Addie flung the door open and stepped outside. It was only a matter of seconds before she was up to the doors and peering inside. Surely knocking would be futile. In such a large place, who would hear her? Of course the more logical option was to just wander inside and hound the first person she ran into about Nym. If you were loud enough, you usually got what you needed, right? Fool proof plan.
"Well, fuck." She grumbled to herself as she picked the phone up and turned it over in her hands. "Completely dead..." So much for Sean being able to call her, he was going to absolutely flip. So were her parents, but she didn't care so much about them. Both they and Sean knew where she was, or at least they should have. It would be absurd to think that they weren't at least on their way by now. In fact, Sean had been given enough time to be in the very same parking lot she was currently taking up two spaces in. That simply meant she needed to get a move on.
Without further contemplation Addie sat up, ran her fingers through her sandy brunette hair twice before snapping it up into a less than perfect ponytail, and then started the car. This time the gate was guarded by someone new, and luckily it was already fifteen minutes past the Facility's eight a.m. opening time, at least for the public. She had little trouble paying the fee to get in with her father's sleek credit card and made her way in. Unfortunately the poor guard had 'absolutely no idea' where anyone else was, or where she could search for any particular dragon, so she figured that she'd just start picking buildings. Somebody knowledgeable was sure to turn up, and Nymir had to be somewhere. It only made sense to start with the first large building she could find and work her way out. She really had no idea where visitors were allowed to go and where they weren't, there were probably signs for indication, but in this matter, she figured it didn't really matter. She wasn't here to jsut gawk through some glass or at a screen at any old dragon, doing whatever it was dragons did here... She was here to find Nym. His file said that he was in 'Avalon' whatever that meant. Wherever the hell that was she didn't know.
After wandering a bit, hitting a few dead ends, and peering at a few small, unpromising looking buildings, Addison finally rolled to stop in front of a rather large, official looking building. It looked sterile, even from the outside, as if it was meant to be a hospital of sorts. On closer inspection the white building bore a large plaque. 'Lab - 16B' and in parentheses '(Ansel Gunther Building)'. Surely some long dead donor who had his name scrawled on the side the place to show his contribution. Addie was actually half expecting her fathers name to have cropped up by now. He seemed to donate to just about anything that would end up being useful to him later. By no means was her father a charitable man. Strictly business. Perhaps if she were to keep looking she'd find 'Fiske' written out on a bench somewhere, but right now this 'Gunther' building would have to do. Once the car was in park and the keys in her hand, Addie flung the door open and stepped outside. It was only a matter of seconds before she was up to the doors and peering inside. Surely knocking would be futile. In such a large place, who would hear her? Of course the more logical option was to just wander inside and hound the first person she ran into about Nym. If you were loud enough, you usually got what you needed, right? Fool proof plan.