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Jun 02, 2011 13:42

Who: Near (isfinethanks) and River Tam (impossibly)
When: 5/29
Where: Near's place.
Format: Intro's prose for thinky-thoughts. As to the rest? W/e works.
What: Hellcat attack with a surprise ending.
Warnings: Hellcats.

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nate "near" river, river tam

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impossibly June 16 2011, 11:54:18 UTC
The knocking stops.

River does not have her Forge on her: doesn't trust it. It probes back, reads and adjusts, switches on even when she tapes the button down. It's a way of watching, she's sure, a fly on the wall or in the ointment. Any technology sufficiently advanced will resemble magic. Regardless of whether she fears an outside influence or (delusionally?) the thing's own sentience is at this point immaterial.

She starts counting up again in Pythagorean, marking the time for her own sake. And she throws a glance over her shoulder, double-checking her escape route. The building to the left, initially the best chance, is looking increasingly unstable. There are no immediate dangers but she's also aware that can and will change. Simultaneously she wonders, belatedly, if she's come at an inappropriate time.

It's hard to tell. She's fairly sure he's waspish (which in turn makes her buzz quietly, in harmony, because she can't do otherwise) but whether that is the default state of her diminuitive employer - the same but different, more interesting, layered and locked away beyond her abilities but more understandable than most of her peers - or whether it's the situation troubling him is not something she can determine.

Of course, the situation should be troubling him. The city is tearing itself apart. She's troubled. But like a fit or a storm it's easier to buckle everything down and wait for it to pass. (The feeling, not the conflict, during which she'd prefer freedom of movement.)

River rolls her eyes skywards and waits for either a) the door to open or b) 34658214 to issue a set of complicated instructions seated primarily in identity paranoia. "The first," she murmurs quietly and a little sardonically, "Would be quicker, but I won't hold my breath."

She continues to inhale and exhale at a steady pace.

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