Just a series of blurs

[morteanimositas]

Characters: morteanimositas, citta-samtana & mytechendsworld (posting order get!)
When: An hour or so after Topher posts with his PCD for the first time.
Where: Some...where. Not close to lab, I'd imagine.
Rating: PG13? Lots of baww, angst and crazy. Also immature people in love.
Summary: Topher posts to the network, annoys Bennett and amuses Claire. But since they don't know that Bennett

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[morteanimositas]

"We'll see, won't we?" Bennett never was one for false hope and she's not digging it today, either, but she gives Claire a small smile as they head outside, her dead arm still in it's sling under the coat because taking it off to get the coat on was just three minutes of work that she didn't need to waste.

An hour was much too long. Anything could've happened in an hour.

Fortunately an internal power source meant the PCD was always on, even if the user wasn't, well, using it. So it was still broadcasting it's coordinates to Bennett's hack while she and Claire make their way across the sector to find him. It'd be nice, she thinks, if there were cars. Or a normal city. Something familiar, something comfortable to combat the prevailing sense of dystopia in Adstringedum. She still thought it might be the Attic. Maybe it'd been the Attic for so long that people came up with a brand new thing to call it, a new way of excusing what happened to them all. Death was the only escape, she'd told someone earlier, and she'd meant it then. Still thought it now.

Her PCD beeps when they get closer and Bennett stops, squinting at the frame of a ruined building. Barely any roof or walls while she debates what would be more disjointing; sneaking in (as if she could sneak) or just calling for him?

Door #2 wins. "Topher?" Yelling in the general direction of the house.