OOM From The Future: in which there will be NO BEIGNETS FOR PETE

[claudiometer]

It's a damn good thing, in this job, that Claudia doesn't mind flying; if she did she'd have been in some serious trouble before now. Unfortunately, waiting for Artie to buzz in with more details than 'this guy will be DEAD if you don't go NOW' means she can't put her headphones on

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[walksthebounds]

"I get shanghai'd into adventure more than you'd think," Jamie assures her.

". . . of course I also pass really awfully dull stretches in other people's worlds more than you'd think, too, so I reckon it balances out. Anyway, I like planes."

Not as much as trains, but they're still pretty cool.

Besides, this trip seems . . . overall less dangerous than hanging around the creepy warehouse, although there were a few things Jamie did find himself wanting to poke into . . .

[walksthebounds]

"Is there good food in Louisiana?" asks Jamie, rather plaintively.

May as well have some enjoyment while he's here, after all.

[claudiometer]

She does give you credit, Artie! But she had to give voice to the possibility. srsly.
"I've heard a lot of good things about the food, yeah. Speaking of which, Artie? If Pete asks about beignets, he can come and get 'em himself." Even if she weren't going to have her hands full chasing down a killer guitar with a noob to the Artifact-hunting business in tow, he started it.
(And by now, neither one of them is going to give in.)

[doyousmellfudge]

There's an odd buzzing noise and the screen blurrs for a moment. "Speak of the devil. Pete's calling. I'll call you back if I find out anything more."

[claudiometer]

"You got it. I'll be keeping my ears open."
That said, Claudia closes her Farnsworth and sighs. "Well. This oughta be fun."
The way she says it, it's hard to tell how much actual fun she anticipates having.