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A Monster and a Fairy (Megan)
Hannibal sighed at his phone. The blasted thing seemed to be on the fritz again. Ringing when there was nobody on the other end of the line, refusing to send out text messages and showing him only a garbled screen when he attempted to access his patient files through it. He hadn't realized how much he relied on the stupid thing until it stopped working properly.
After a few inquiries, Hannibal had the name of a place that could fix these problems for him. The name, somewhat amusingly, being Fixit. He arranged to have a long lunch so that he could track this establishment down and see what they could do about all of this.
It was easy enough to find, and it seemed to him that the City was on his side for this venture. It took him no time at all. He looked up at the sign on the front of the building. It wasn't new and flashy, but old and elegant. He hadn't expected that. He also didn't expect the way the place would look on the inside as he walked in. It was a little hodge-podge, but he could deduce the order of things pretty simply.
Hannibal walked to the counter and gently rang the old fashioned bell that sat by the rather new looking checkout system. He wondered if it was the City that made everything so eclectic, or if it had been the owner.
After a few inquiries, Hannibal had the name of a place that could fix these problems for him. The name, somewhat amusingly, being Fixit. He arranged to have a long lunch so that he could track this establishment down and see what they could do about all of this.
It was easy enough to find, and it seemed to him that the City was on his side for this venture. It took him no time at all. He looked up at the sign on the front of the building. It wasn't new and flashy, but old and elegant. He hadn't expected that. He also didn't expect the way the place would look on the inside as he walked in. It was a little hodge-podge, but he could deduce the order of things pretty simply.
Hannibal walked to the counter and gently rang the old fashioned bell that sat by the rather new looking checkout system. He wondered if it was the City that made everything so eclectic, or if it had been the owner.