(no subject)

[comewither]

[hey did someone call a paranormal investigator - oh wait, she looks pissed.]

There are gremlins in my car. Gremlins. In my car.

(no subject)

[tekla]

[ there's a tiny inkblot of a person who (despite weighing a probable 91 lbs.) looks like she could easily cut you with her face, curled up on the floor in a corner. she sits with a ratty backpack beside her and a notebook closed and upside down on her lap. partially gloved fingers are working angrily with a string of tape, trying to hold the overheated, warped battery together.

nothing is working, this is why she was headed down to the repair shop, why is everything so Quiet here. she won't complain about that, but it's weird, and without her systems up to run some analyses—

—finally she gives up, sets the laptop aside, and fishes out her mobile phone. fingers tap in a blur over the keypad, done almost before a person could blink. something not quite your average text message has just been sent out to everyone in the vicinity in possession of their own mobile devices:

C:\NEXUS\all\net localgroup>hardware repair specialists
respond_                ]