First and Foremost

[Script]

Maggie "Script" Martin strolled into the lobby. It was a bit balmy outside for her taste, and she was glad to be inside. A piece of wavy, dark brown hair fell over her eyes and she pushed it back behind her ear. Script was on the short side, only about 5'3", and a little heavier set than most of the other girls. She had inherited her mother's Latin curves, but she carried it well and worked her full figure as best she could. She moved to the ledger, humming idly to herself as she signed in.

((Ok, folks, so I'm new, have no idea what to do, and hoping I did this right. Feel free to rescue me from certain failure. Heh, how's that for an intro.))

[Specs]

Upon Kathryn's insistence, Specs finally caved in and made his way back home. Kathryn promised she'd look after Tag for the day, letting Specs rest and have some time to himself. Opening the door to the lodging house, Specs saw someone he hadn't seen around before.

"You new around here?" asked Specs casually.

((Hi! It's Ershey/Trish! )

[Script]

Script looked up at the voice. "Oh, uh, hi. Sorry, was I supposed to wait for somebody to check me in or something?" She was about to ramble, which happened from time to time when she was nervous. "I'm Maggie. Maggie Martin. I'm new." She stuck her hand out at him and flashed a smile.

[Specs]

"No, you're fine," smiled Specs reassuringly. He shook her hand gently and grinned. "I'm Ryan," he said, feeling quite odd to introduce himself by his real name. "I usually go by Specs though... are you a newsie?"

[Script]

She shook his hand, smiling at him. "'Specs,' right. Cuz of the glasses." She gestured at his face. "That's cute." She shrugged a little, pushing hair out of her face. "Well, I used to sell sometimes, back in Boston. I'm a librarian part-time, but Dad asked if I could help out more. With money, ya know? So, I figured this was a good place to start." She opened her eyes wider, a little worried suddenly. "There's room, right?"

[Specs]

Specs shrugged, a bit amused at the newcomer. "There's always room," he smiled. "'Sides, the bunkrooms have rows and rows of beds, so I'm sure you'll find somewhere to sleep... wait, you said you're a librarian?"

[Script]

Maggie smiled in relief, then nodded at his question. "Yeah, at that itty bitty public one not too far from here. Wish it were the big New York City Library, though. That place is huge." She lifted a shoulder. "Mostly, I just reshelve books and help people find stuff."

[Specs]

"Oh," nodded Specs. "No wonder why I haven't seen you around... I was about to say I go to the library often. What's the other one like?"

[Script]

Maggie played with a piece of hair idly, leaning back against the desk as they chatted. "It's nice. Small, and quiet. It does the job if you want a minute away from all of... this," she gestured at the House, at large. "And it's closer to home. You should come check it out some time. Visit me." She smiled, appreciating the fact that he was a reader. At least she found someone she had things in common with. It made her feel less...insecure.

[Specs]

"Of course," nodded Specs. "I'll look out for it."

He wondered if he was being too nice. Then again, she was new. "So... do you know anyone else around here?"

[Script]

Maggie shook her head, then pushed her hair back out of her eyes. "Nope. Just you." She flashed him another smile. "No one was down here when I came in. I guess it's still kind of early. Good thing you showed up, otherwise I woulda sat here like a dork for ages."

[Specs]

Specs shrugged. "A lot of people come in and out of here, anyway. You're bound to meet someone, I'm sure. Do you usually sell around here?"

[Script]

"I haven't really started yet. Any suggestions?" Maggie moved to hop up and sit on the desk. "Where do you sell?"

[Specs]

"Just by the park," explained Specs. "It also depends on where Tag wants to sell..."

[Script]

Maggie's ears perked up at the new name. She continued to twirl a piece of hair around her finger, keeping her voice light, casual. "Tag?"