Hotel in Bucharest, Thursday late day

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette sat down at the little table on the balcony and finished off the postcards she had promised to send everyone. Basically they all said the same thing, just minor scribbling's, promising she would email soon. The postcards were for the pictures of where her and A.J. had been so far. Breathtakingly beautiful places.

So, now, she had use of a laptop the hotel offered for an minimal fee she gladly took care of.

( Email to friends! )

[OOC: If you think you got an email, you did! Postcards as well!]