Cosmic Knight
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Name, David Garrison, 5-11, black hair, green eyes, age 36, athletic. Nationality British.
How it had happened I had no idea, but the travel company had fucked up, big time. I had been to China, to an Expo, representing an electronics company. And some dumbass back in the office had changed the travel plans, as they needed me to stay on a few extra days, and then I would travel home via LA.
It all sounded fine in the email, until that is, I got to LA, on the Friday noon.
"Hello Sir, your connecting flight to London leaves here at 5.30 PM, on Monday afternoon"
And it was Friday, and there was not a damn thing that anyome could do, no alternative flights, not even by way of New York.
So I phoned the office in London, andall I got was "get a room, enjoy your free weekend on expenses, and come back on Monday David."
So here I was, checking in at the Chesterfield Hotel, without a clue of what I was going to do for three days, and nights. The girl on the desk seemed OK though, and hoping that she was one of those Americans who actually liked us Brits, I decided to ask and see if she could help me at all.
"Excuse me asking Miss, but I have a little problem, and I was wondering, if you might be able to help or advise me?"
"Sure Mister, what is the problem."
"Well, it probably sounds incredibly stupid, but I am now stuck in your city until Monday afternoon. I do not know a soul, have no idea where to eat, or where to go.
Is there anyone, or maybe some organisation, or someone here at the hote, that could assist me? I would be eternally grateful if you could help me Miss, I really would.".
OOC
Open for one articulate female writer.
How it had happened I had no idea, but the travel company had fucked up, big time. I had been to China, to an Expo, representing an electronics company. And some dumbass back in the office had changed the travel plans, as they needed me to stay on a few extra days, and then I would travel home via LA.
It all sounded fine in the email, until that is, I got to LA, on the Friday noon.
"Hello Sir, your connecting flight to London leaves here at 5.30 PM, on Monday afternoon"
And it was Friday, and there was not a damn thing that anyome could do, no alternative flights, not even by way of New York.
So I phoned the office in London, andall I got was "get a room, enjoy your free weekend on expenses, and come back on Monday David."
So here I was, checking in at the Chesterfield Hotel, without a clue of what I was going to do for three days, and nights. The girl on the desk seemed OK though, and hoping that she was one of those Americans who actually liked us Brits, I decided to ask and see if she could help me at all.
"Excuse me asking Miss, but I have a little problem, and I was wondering, if you might be able to help or advise me?"
"Sure Mister, what is the problem."
"Well, it probably sounds incredibly stupid, but I am now stuck in your city until Monday afternoon. I do not know a soul, have no idea where to eat, or where to go.
Is there anyone, or maybe some organisation, or someone here at the hote, that could assist me? I would be eternally grateful if you could help me Miss, I really would.".
OOC
Open for one articulate female writer.
