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Who: Hero and Jenny
Where: The Echo building
When: Late Afternoon

With one hand still flying across her typewriter, Hero reached out with her other to grasp the mug of cheap Echo office coffee and bring it to her lips, eyes still focused on the paper before her. Hero was the kind of person who, after doing an interview, had to write down the article immediately. Because despite her best note-taking and memorization efforts -- and they were pretty damn fine -- some details always got lost the longer she waited to write an article. And Hero hated losing details, even if many would be cut out in later edits to fit her allotted word count. For that reason she had trekked the shorter distance to the Echo's building instead of heading back home.

Somewhere, amidst the typing and reading of the words before her, she realized that the cup she was holding to her lips? Had nothing in it. At all. And, despite being in Workaholic Mode, Hero was still running on on entirely no sleep last night and still needed her coffee! Cheap office brand though it may be.

So, finally finding a good place to stop about a good ten minutes later, she pushed her chair away from the desk and stood up, picking up the still-fresh looking pack of cigarettes off her desk -- it had probably been a good hour or so since her last, after all. She went ahead and pulled one out, lighting it up right there at her desk -- nothing new, half the desks in the office building had ashtrays. She pocketed the pack and her box of matches, then picked up her mug and headed towards the nearest break room.

Who: Hero and Sam
Where: Sam's Place
When: Early afternoon

Despite no sleep last night, Hero was practically bounding up the street. She had coffee in one arm and Nighthawks' cheese fries in the other: She never walked into an interview without doing her homework first, not even when it was a semi-spontaneous one.

The interview had been originally scheduled for earlier in the week, at the police station. A sort of 'Day in the Life of ECPD's First Female Detective' human interest piece. It had actually been an interest piece that Hero, always one for a bit of 'Girl Power!', had been genuinely looking forward to -- especially since ECPD's lady cop had some very uncop-like family connections. Which either meant she wasn't so shiny herself, or she probably had some issues to reconcile if she was. Or it could have meant something Hero hadn't thought of yet. Either way, she had been interested.

Who: Hero
Where: Her apartment
When: Sometime between dawn and late morning

 
Hero blinked.

It was morning.

...

...When the hell had that happened?!

A bit disoriented at the fact, she glanced about her living room where she had spread out her papers for the night. The gray light of dawn (or, considering the weather, maybe even late morning?) had crept into the deepest corners of the room, competing with the glow from the table lamps behind her. Her fireplace housed only a few embers now and, feeling the goosebumps brush against the cloth of her shirt, she realized she was pretty fucking cold. She shook her head a bit, casting off some of the disorientation, and took a long and final drag off the cigarette dangling from her mouth. She held the smoke in for an equally long moment, before exhaling out and crushing the remains into the ashtray beside her -- which, she noticed, was filled with far more butts than she remembered smoking.