We're out of cake... (Open)
Characters: Clare, Open
Time: Monday of Week 2, afternoon.
Location: Blackstone Hotel's lobby.
Content: SCIENCE. Clare is testing wireless signals. Bother her.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Clare is warningless. She's boring.
( At least her computer isn't named GLaDOS. )
Time: Monday of Week 2, afternoon.
Location: Blackstone Hotel's lobby.
Content: SCIENCE. Clare is testing wireless signals. Bother her.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Clare is warningless. She's boring.
( At least her computer isn't named GLaDOS. )
"It could. Fog normally doesn't cause a problem like this..." Of course, Clare didn't mention how far away normal was right now. "If the fog is meant to separate us from the rest of the world, blocking other communications makes sense. And why all the Cell Towers don't work."
It was odd, this woman didn't speak... normally. It wasn't the off putting speech of the shopkeepers, but it was still a little weird. Clare didn't know what it was in the woman's words that she was noticing, but it was something.
"Clare... Edwards," there was a pause between the two words, she wasn't sure if a full name was what the woman wanted, but she might as well give it. She was staying at the building, and she had one of the communication devices offered from the trunk at the park. So she was more trustworthy then the hotel staff at least. "You haven't- I mean, what's your name?" Her question came out with a bit more effort to speak then all her technological jargon, the woman was a bit intimidating. It made asking simple things a bit harder, heaven help Clare if she has to ask something of any weight.
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