Who: Laura What: Laura gets pulled into whatever's going on with the DC kids and ends up with someone new in her head Where: Max's place When: Right now! Warnings/Rating: No?
Laura hadn't been certain that jumping right back into something that looked and smelled like her past was the best idea. Crime and injuries, the threat of something worse hanging over her head. But Max had asked, and she still felt as if she owed people from Seattle something she'd never been able to deliver. So she'd jumped into a cab as quickly as possible to make her way to Max's place.
She hadn't been there before, and it wasn't quite what she was expecting, but it was easy enough to find the room that Max had indicated, full of technology that made no sense at all to Laura. Even over the past five years of living with Gwen, being confronted with computers at just about every moment of the day, it still hadn't sunk in. She did the best she could with a simple cell phone, and the computer when she really needed to. Email and solitaire, no matter how much she got teased about being an old lady. But the technology at Max's was far past anything she'd ever actually worked with. Seen under Gwen's fingers? Yes. Encountered on her own? No way in hell.
As she called Max and tried to relay as much as she could over the phone, the screens in front of her didn't seem quite so foreign. She was still uncomfortable with it all, but she understood Max's questions and directions a little more, and the answers were easier to find. When she stopped to think about it, everything looked far too complicated again, but if she simply allowed herself to relax, it was like she had a guide to everything in front of her.
It took too long for her to put the pieces together, though she supposed she could blame that on being distracted by whatever the hell was going on. She prodded at the place that Death seemed to be when she was around, but it didn't feel quite right. Even when she wasn't quite there, there was still something of her around. But things had shifted, and she wasn't quite certain how. But as the police band spat out information at her, she knew she didn't have the luxury of time to analyze in the moment.