Panicked and LOLed

Jan 15, 2010 00:11

Myra made doubly and triply certain that every window in her apartment had been locked, shades drawn, and that the door was bolted shut. Having arrived back in her apartment in the Old Tiger's world from the Nexus, she was nearly in tears as she'd run to the nearest mirror and taken stock of her foolishness ( Read more... )

80s, role play, nexus

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evillurks January 15 2010, 05:28:49 UTC
As fate would have it, The Old Tiger is taking a break from skulking about the other city tonight. After a talk with the Marpa Tulku he's been encouraged to take better care of himself, at least in preparation for the fight. Truth be told he's feeling the strain, but a night in is a hard restriction for him to take. He's restless, and it feels far too early to even try sleeping.

Myra's PINpoint beeps softly with an unexpected message.

Activities for the night?

What he wants is a social call, but he's unwilling to make that clear, so he takes the tack of inquiring about her work schedule instead.

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myra_reldon January 15 2010, 05:36:22 UTC
Myra's form is sitting curled up, holding a pillow on the bed. On the opposite corner of the bed is the PINpoint, and when it beeps, she feels a sinking feeling. It's hardly likely anyone else is going to be contacting her, she really hasn't heard from anyone apart from the Old Tiger in quite some time. Tentatively, she crawls over and reads the message.

She bites her lip, the message feels ambiguous, but she still has a pit in her stomach as she types in her reply.

Canceled.

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evillurks January 15 2010, 05:42:56 UTC
Surely she cannot expect such an answer to be easily accepted. Were it possible to convey raised eyebrows via text, he would be doing so now.

Why.

That is clearly not a question nearly so much as it is a demand.

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myra_reldon January 15 2010, 05:48:12 UTC
That single word is almost as terrifying as staring down The Shadow when he's displeased. There's a notable delay until she at last comes up with an answer. She's dug her own grave with her first reply.

Complications. There's another pause before it's followed up. The Nexus kind. She can hear the tea kettle starting to heat up, but she's not about to leave the perceived safety of her bedroom.

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