( Narrative )

"And that's how it worked." Arabelle set the bag with the glove and jumble of wires on a table. "..." She hesitates a moment, "And. Uh. I want you to take one of the scanners and scan my spinal implant, it's been getting stiff off and on, lately ( Read more... )

"So. Blue. Out with it already, I know that Cain knew, what about you guys ( Read more... )

Arabelle's arrival back to the school at the appointed curfew was pretty uneventful.

That is, to say, uneventful until... ( Oh, my. )

Due to unforseen events, attempts to communicate with Arabelle will result in static as a response.

Attempts to contact her computer will result in the standard 'leave a message' response.

Yep. She's gone.

( Cut for length )

Arabelle is currently going through a good bit of her electronics. Firstly she's decided on the slightly cheaper laptop, should it get fried, it'll be canaballizable for some parts, and if not, it won't be a big loss ( Read more... )