Portalocity Office; Tuesday
So after the Skywalker's class (and changing her shoes because dammit, chickens) Emily headed right to work. And much to her surprise, the phone didn't stop ringing and the mails didn't stop entering since the moment she sat.
"Hello, Portalocity Office? Yes, we can send you to the Cambrian period. No, I don't think we have the authority to allow you to build a house there."
"Hello, Portalocity Office. I'm sorry, portals to alternate versions of the French Revolution are under maintenance.
"Yes, Portalocity Office? Wh-what? No, we don't and won't experiment with cutting down portals with people halfway through them. Aperture what?"
"Portal- Oh, it's you! No, you can't kill Hitler. No, seriously, please stop calling."
It was going to be a day.
[ I don't eve know. Open! ]
"Hello, Portalocity Office? Yes, we can send you to the Cambrian period. No, I don't think we have the authority to allow you to build a house there."
"Hello, Portalocity Office. I'm sorry, portals to alternate versions of the French Revolution are under maintenance.
"Yes, Portalocity Office? Wh-what? No, we don't and won't experiment with cutting down portals with people halfway through them. Aperture what?"
"Portal- Oh, it's you! No, you can't kill Hitler. No, seriously, please stop calling."
It was going to be a day.
[ I don't eve know. Open! ]