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[abar_starclog]

When there's a lull around the place, Carl makes sure his little black book is up to date. Wouldn't do any good to let it fall behind when you never know when you might need those access numbers.
Trouble is, this stuff takes a while, so he's got some reading material on hand too.

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[sime_channel]

"Hi, Carl." Suzi is not quiet. She's always got her anklet on, always. It isn't terribly loud, either, but very easy to tell where she is and where she's going. "You like, um...which sandwich, again?"

If one person in the room gets hungry in direct relation to everyone else, and isn't used to feeling it, she's the one who ends up going and getting lunch. Often before the rest of the room realizes that they're hungry.

[abar_starclog]

"Hey, Suzi. Roast beef, onions and ketchup, wheat bread."
...It's lunchtime already? How about that.

[sime_channel]

"Right, okay." She digs down to that one and passes it over. She'll offer to the rest of the guys as they put the machines away, "Its really slow today, isn't it? Is that good?" This last may be directed about the slow, and may be directed about the book on his desk.

[abar_starclog]

"Thanks. It's... well, the slow has its uses, and the book's good enough for a reread, I think."

[dontlooklisten]

Whistler totally understands the feeling- the reading material part, anyway. His book's generally been updated in fits and starts, and these days he's pretty sure he's never going to need it again.

At the moment, however, he's getting his workspace organized, which mostly means cleaning crap up from his desk. He stops partway through, blinks at something, and lifts his head. "Carl?" he calls. "Are you missing a calculator?"

[abar_starclog]

"...Now that you mention it, I don't know. Let me look."
So he puts the book down (resting open, in lieu of a proper bookmark), checks his desk, and... finds a lack of calculator.
"Guess I am. How'd it end up over there?"

[dontlooklisten]

"Heck if I know," says Whistler. "Mother probably stole it and forgot where to put it back, though. He keeps leaving crap on my desk lately."

[abar_starclog]

"Please tell me he's not adding feng shui to his conspiracy theories. That'd just be overkill."
With that, Carl heads over to retrieve the errant calculator.