Room 401, Friday Evening
Jenny Sparks had, in her time in Fandom, willfully destroyed over two dozen iPhones. The current one had lasted a little more than three months. It was a record.
It did not survive the end of the call she received on it tonight, one full of cursing and statements of hatred for alternate realities. Jenny dropped the smoking ruin on the floor and stepped over it to write Agnes a note telling her she'd be back when she got back if she didn't die first. It was her idea of being considerate. Then she said simply, "Door," and stepped through an oscillating orange-gold opening in the air which closed behind her, onto the Carrier, and into a battle already in progress.
((Establishy!))
It did not survive the end of the call she received on it tonight, one full of cursing and statements of hatred for alternate realities. Jenny dropped the smoking ruin on the floor and stepped over it to write Agnes a note telling her she'd be back when she got back if she didn't die first. It was her idea of being considerate. Then she said simply, "Door," and stepped through an oscillating orange-gold opening in the air which closed behind her, onto the Carrier, and into a battle already in progress.
((Establishy!))