SCRATCH MY BACK;

Apr 28, 2010 22:14

[An all-too familiar crackle of static as the communicators (yes, all of them) boot up. But no shock to get your attention this time! Somebody's in a complacent mood. Despite the dark muttering that sounds almost like hissing when she is audible again. The first part of the post is a general broadcast that anyone can respond to.]

I'd apologise for any inconvenience caused last week, but rest assured that it was not my doing. This time. But let's save our panic and your paranoid theories for another time, shall we?

[The rest of the post is filtered away from any communicator in the hands of anyone under fifteen years old, or a saccharine goody two shoes that would refuse to do anything sketchy (like Superman, natch). If you're not sure who counts, just ask!]

I do hate to ask -- oh, believe me, I hate to ask -- but for all my skills I find myself lacking in the more corporeal departments.

I'm in need of assistance. I lost a little something a few days ago. I need someone with, oh, thumbs to collect it for me.

Not a theft, a retrieval.

I'll make it worth your while.

[She mutters darkly one last time before she cuts out;] Should never have made a backup--

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