The Causeway, Monday Evening

Mar 23, 2015 13:20

So being stuck in Portalocity waiting rooms during a potential emergency kind of sucked. It'd given Atton some time to catch up on the radio broadcasts for the past couple of days, but that was about the only upside he could think of. Especially since said broadcasts had made it really clear something was up with Sparkle, and oh, Atton wasn't the ( Read more... )

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notacokeperson March 23 2015, 12:27:00 UTC
It took a few rings to get to her phone mostly because she had to peel Velcro off of her long enough to make a grab for it--it wasn't her fault, really, that her phone had fallen off her bed because she'd been playing with the cat, it really wasn't, shut up.

"Hi?"

Velcro promptly afixed himself to her again. Karina sighed.

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suitablyheroic March 23 2015, 12:29:54 UTC
"Am I talking to Karina Lyle?" Atton asked. He was pretty sure, going by the voice, but he was a little frazzled right now. Blame the weird pseudo-wound-in-the-Force thing the island was doing right now, blame worry, whatever. "This is Atton Rand."

He almost added 'you know, the professor', but he managed to catch himself just in time.

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notacokeperson March 23 2015, 12:33:21 UTC
Because Karina was the kind of girl who didn't go around doing shit she wasn't supposed to do, her first reaction wasn't 'I didn't do it' or anything when one of her previosu teachers called her out of the blue.

Rather, it made her frown, because if she didn't do anything--and she hadn't--then that meant something was up.

"Yeah, speaking," she said, sitting up a little straighter. "What's up?"

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suitablyheroic March 23 2015, 12:37:26 UTC
Atton took a deep breath and started walking.

"Sorry about calling you out of the blue, but you have a friend who's a friend of mine," he said. "Time weirdness, blah blah, I used to be a student, anyway, I'm calling to ask if you've noticed anything off about Sparkle lately?"

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