Michaela Dwyer (mikkimouse) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-06-18 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | media, michaela dwyer |
Who: Michaela and Media
Where: Library.
When: Dusk, around there; probably after her exchange with Pipp anonymous.
Rating/Warnings: TBA.
Note: I believe Pipp-mun said it would be okay for anyone who responds to this post to say that someone with flaming red hair and green eyes was messing with the computers like a wild-child.
Ever since she was little, Michaela enjoyed playing detective around the house, trying to find stolen nickels or lost socks under couches or in closets. She always brought a pipe with her - not a real one, of course, but it didn't matter, because her pipe was so much cooler than a real pipe. It blew bubbles.
Even after being seventeen years old, she still continues to think it's the most awesome thing ever since cheese and crackers.
But she figured it'd be appropriate to bring as she began her search. Now, tracing computers to their location was child's play to her - it was quick and simple, but the results downright confused her. She knew her methods in finding these things out were flawless, and double-checked just in case.
First, the comments led back to the computer in the house.
Next, from the library, to different computers.
She couldn't find an explanation to determine as to WHY her results came up with that, but there had to be a perfectly logical and reasonable reason as to why, right?
Right.
The library was her first hit, of course. She sauntered in with baggy, ripped jeans and a Kermit the Frog (why, yes, muppets were freakin' awesome, thanks) t-shirt, carrying a tattered bag with safety pins and smiley face stickers on them.
Her plan was simple: she would approach the front desk and ask if there had been any peculiar characters using multiple computers about an hour or two ago. She could at least get a physical description. Or a name, maybe. Who knows.
Either way, she would get some sort of clue that led to another clue that led to another clue. And then she could shank the moron. Somehow. She wasn't sure how yet, but she was going to do something, may the el-oh-els be with her.