WHO: Adelle DeWitt and Laurence Dominic.
WHAT: He was a spy. She stuck his brain on a hard drive. They have things to work out.
WHEN: Now-ish.
WHERE: Their flat. And these living arrangements won't be awkward at all. No sir.
RATING: This thread is rated Awesome.
STATUS: In progress.

Things were going better than Adelle expected, stuck in a place like this. Topher was improving by the day, and the River girl didn't seem to be the complication Adelle had feared she might become. It might even be prudent to offer her a place at the house, if they ever made it back. She had a feeling their technology could work wonders for the girl, and even if she chose not to be an Active, she could always make a place for her as an assistant for Topher. Allow Ivy to do more actual work. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. Echo, in spite of her loneliness, seemed to be adapting nicely to life outside her comfortable little world, and Claire had pleasantly surprised her with the decision to stay on as Dr. Saunders, even knowing she was an Active. Alpha and that nuisance Ballard weren't here to muck things up and, all in all, it felt like a nice break from the routine.

Adelle looked up from the book she was reading as her PDA signalled a new message. Apparently, she had a flatmate now. Oh joy. She only hoped that it was someone tolerable. She opened the message and looked at the name of her flatmate on her PDA, frowning thoughtfully. "Well then," she said, moving over to the table against the wall and contemplating the vodka and brandy there, "this is a regular cock-up, if I do say so myself."