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Christian (i_learned) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-08-05 19:45:00

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christian, lorne, winifred burkle

The Red Dot (Fred, Lorne)
The device that Veronica called a phone started buzzing again, and again Christian looked down and found the same map, the same red blinking dot, and the same desire to go through the streets to find that dot.

Minutes later, he found himself in front of Angel Investigations, a company that apparently helped the helpless. There was a dentist's office beside it. Christian rubbed the back of his neck, then headed across the street. He didn't know what he would find behind the door, but he did know one thing: that phone wasn't going to stop buzzing and calling him out until he went.

Pausing at the door, he wondered if he should knock or simply walk in. He opted with the walking-in.

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i_figure
2012-08-07 12:55 am UTC (link)

Fred hadn't had a phone for years, and for a few months, having one seemed grand. Now, now it was dialing out for no apparent reason. She was fairly certain she hadn't started sleep dialing, that was never something she'd had to worry about before. Yet here her phone was calling out to some random number.

She'd given up her tablet and had yet to upgrade her phone to what everyone seemed to be carrying. While the City had promised it would never take away her tech again, it hadn't said it would give her things. She was forced to scavenge and create, which really wasn't such a bad thing. It meant she got to spend time with Annie and in the lab. Spending time with Annie meant that she could also spend time around Megan; both young women were full of smiles, or seemed to be. They made her forget the sad strangeness in her life.

"I didn't call that number. Please, stop." Well, it worked for Annie. Plus, the brainy female did have a habit of talking to herself and inanimate objects. Rarely did she have to worry about people catching her. Today was going to be a rare day perhaps. "I do not know a Chr..st..an? How do you pronounce that 'C-h-r-s-t-a-n'? Is that a girl? A saint? I really will throw you-"

It took her a moment to realize someone had walked in, and she got up from Angel's desk - she might be the one using it, but it would forever be Angel's - to see who might be in the reception area.

"Oh, hi. Welcome to Angel Investigations. We help the helpless?" She smiled as brightly as she could while hoping he hadn't caught her talking to her phone.

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i_learned
2012-08-10 03:14 am UTC (link)

His phone was buzzing, but it wasn't the red dot anymore. A number was on the screen, and Christian frowned at it at the same time the cheery voice greeted him.

"Uh-- hello," he said, then looked up, then back down at the phone again. "I..."

But it was very distracting when the phone was shaking like this. He tried putting it in his pocket, but the vibration downright tickled. Out it came again, and he looked for someplace to put it -- but there was nowhere!

"I'm sorry, I --"

Christian finally touched the flashing green icon with two round ends and a stick in the middle and it stopped buzzing.

"Oh, there we go," he said, and put the phone back in his pocket. "I'm sorry, my phone told me to come here."

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	i_host 2012-08-22 08:45 pm UTC (link)
	Lorne wrapped up the song with a smile, got up and started toward Fred. He stopped a few times en route to say hello to patrons or accept compliments on his performance. After waving a hand for a Sea Breeze, Lorne made his way over completely, and put his arms out to hug Fred. "Freddykins!" he said. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)