|Harry Dresden (i_wizard) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2011-02-05 13:18:00
|Entry tags:||harry dresden, kaylee frye|
When Wizards Meet Technology [Kaylee]
Once he'd woken up, and left a message on Dinah's shop's answering machine about finding his place, Harry had found only one thing out of place in his apartment. It was a small, black device that looked like a cell phone. As a matter of course, Harry didn't touch it. Not until he started wondering who had left it. Everyone close to him knew that cell phones wouldn't work around him. Even standing near him was enough to scramble the reception of even the best cellular service. The devices themselves generally shorted out within half an hour - less if there was any magic going around. Hell's bells, Murphy and Thomas made it a point to leave their phones at home if they knew they would be working with Harry.
No one else could have left it here. Not with the wards in place. His curiosity reached the point that he picked it up and flipped the cover open.
There was enough time to see the screen flash HARRY DRESDEN - WIZARD before the device let out a squeal of noise and winked off.
Harry sighed. "Typical."
Well, at least it gave him something to do. Look for some way to fix the thing and see if there was something important on it. Harry glanced at his dog. "Want to go exploring?"
Mouse went to the door, picked up his leather lead in his teeth, and looked back at Harry, tail wagging. Harry got into his duster, grabbed his staff, and clipped the leash to Mouse's collar. It was mostly unnecessary, since Mouse wasn't going to be running away from him, but Chicago leash laws aside, Mouse seemed to think people were more likely to approach such a large dog if he seemed to be 'properly restrained'.
It was worth noting that Mouse had better people skills than Harry did.
Harry lowered the wards, and exited the house. The wards automatically raised again once he was past the threshold. "Repair shop," he muttered to himself. Mouse looked up at him, head tilted slightly, then looked out at the street. Harry followed his gaze, and saw a battered, multicolored Volkswagon Bug. His car. Dubbed The Blue Beetle. Harry gave the car a wistful look, then shook his head. If this City could bring back his apartment, his duster, his staff, his dog, it certainly could bring back his car. The question Harry was wondering was, what would be the cost of all this?
"Not this time," Harry said. "We'll just walk it." He didn't feel the urge to drive just yet, not when this blasted City kept changing. And not when he didn't have Mike around to keep the Beetle running. "But look for a repair shop."
The dog huffed and started walking. Harry followed along, paying attention to how the streets changed. He had no luck in working out any kind of pattern, but at least Mouse was doing his job. The dog stopped outside a place that seemed reasonable. Harry looked up, shrugged, and went inside.