[open] Technology is failing me

[foodforthoughts]

Characters: Yako and whoever is in Hearthome!
Open/Closed: Open.
Location: Sitting in a cafe near the festival, on her laptop.
Time: Roughly midday.
Summary: Yako puzzles over her info about the criminal organizations. Nothing seems to be connecting.
Warnings: None at present.

Comments

[konatamer]

"Yeah, online rumors are kinda annoying like that, aren't they? Especially if you don't write down where you got 'em from."

Sometime during the past minute, Konata had appeared right behind Yako. Currently? She was reading over the other girl's shoulder, contriving to look thoughtful (but coming off as confused). "What're you looking at, anyway?"

[foodforthoughts]

Yako screamed and jumped in surprise as Konata stuck her head over her shoulder, scrabbling to grab the table as her chair began to tip backwards. Godai flew off her shoulder with a screech, but immediately grabbed her jumper in his teeth and pulled her forward. After Yako had succeeded in righting herself (with her Golbat resetting himself on her shoulder), she turned to her surprise guest, snapping her laptop screen down with the other hand.

"K-Konata! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!"

[konatamer]

"Nnwhoa!?" Konata took a few steps back, her eyes wide. "That was really cool! Your Golbat just-" She cleared her throat sheepishly. "A-Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you like that." Nor did she know that whatever Yako was looking at was THAT private.

[foodforthoughts]

"Oh, he does that all the time!" Yako replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of head awkwardly. "And you, er, didn't surprise me; I was just off in my own world, as usual."