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Sylvie had avoided the latest Milliways plague, largely due to pure luck and her mun's absolute refusal to inflict that on her. So instead of post-MS worried, she's busy.
Just now, she's at a booth, with coffee and a laptop that she'd finally caved in on, casing open to let her tinker with its circuitry. What? Hardware may not be her specialty, but there's always room for improvement.
One of the waitrats, hovering nervously outside grabbing range, leaves her
a plate of chips. She pauses long enough to look up and murmur thanks before it scurries off.
Company would be agreeable.
Just now, she's at a booth, with coffee and a laptop that she'd finally caved in on, casing open to let her tinker with its circuitry. What? Hardware may not be her specialty, but there's always room for improvement.
One of the waitrats, hovering nervously outside grabbing range, leaves her
a plate of chips. She pauses long enough to look up and murmur thanks before it scurries off.
Company would be agreeable.