Cambridge, England, Friday Morning
Nov. 18th, 2011 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ashockingbitchJenny was standing in line at the Starbucks around the corner from the front entrance to her college, waiting for her morning caffeine infusion before she headed to lecture, still smelling like a bar from last night, when something pinged in her head and Jack Hawksmoor's voice broke in over radiotelepathy. She was really going to have to do something about that one of these days. She wasn't in the Authority any more and it was just annoying.
Jenny, sorry to bother you, but the Carrier keeps insisting something's wrong and none of us can see a problem.
Ask Angie, Jenny sent back crankily. Or my successor. Who was now the ripe old age of eleven.
They can't figure it out, either.
Well, then have you tried contacting Jackson and Christine at Stormwatch and comparing--
Who?
Jenny froze halfway to reaching up to scratch her eyebrow in annoyance. Jack, she 'said' very slowly, can you guess what I'm thinking right now?
I should know who that is. It was a statement, not a question. In matters like this, people like Jack learned quickly, it was rarely a question of faulty memory and more likely to be faulty universe.
You really, really should, she agreed.
So there's definitely a problem.
There really, really is.
I'll get back to you.
You do that. Ideally not before December second. I have exams, she 'said,' and closed the connection as she stepped up to the counter to place her order. She was going to need all the help she could get, she had a feeling, and caffeine counted. Not as much as alcohol, but it still counted. She knew how these things usually went, and she probably didn't have anything like until December second.
She was on the way out of the coffee shop when her phone pinged and she dug it out of her pocket, then read the message from Portalocity. She stood in the middle of the doorway, blocking everyone's path, though no one dared complain. She was Jenny Sparks. Her reputation was known.
Portalocity was...she didn't know. She didn't think that part mattered so much. The Carrier existed in the Bleed between universes. Something that effected Portalocity could quite easily effect it.
After a long moment, she blinked, coming back out of her brain, and made a judgment call. "Door," she requested, and stepped through to the Carrier. Lecture could wait.
((Establishy.))
Jenny, sorry to bother you, but the Carrier keeps insisting something's wrong and none of us can see a problem.
Ask Angie, Jenny sent back crankily. Or my successor. Who was now the ripe old age of eleven.
They can't figure it out, either.
Well, then have you tried contacting Jackson and Christine at Stormwatch and comparing--
Who?
Jenny froze halfway to reaching up to scratch her eyebrow in annoyance. Jack, she 'said' very slowly, can you guess what I'm thinking right now?
I should know who that is. It was a statement, not a question. In matters like this, people like Jack learned quickly, it was rarely a question of faulty memory and more likely to be faulty universe.
You really, really should, she agreed.
So there's definitely a problem.
There really, really is.
I'll get back to you.
You do that. Ideally not before December second. I have exams, she 'said,' and closed the connection as she stepped up to the counter to place her order. She was going to need all the help she could get, she had a feeling, and caffeine counted. Not as much as alcohol, but it still counted. She knew how these things usually went, and she probably didn't have anything like until December second.
She was on the way out of the coffee shop when her phone pinged and she dug it out of her pocket, then read the message from Portalocity. She stood in the middle of the doorway, blocking everyone's path, though no one dared complain. She was Jenny Sparks. Her reputation was known.
Portalocity was...she didn't know. She didn't think that part mattered so much. The Carrier existed in the Bleed between universes. Something that effected Portalocity could quite easily effect it.
After a long moment, she blinked, coming back out of her brain, and made a judgment call. "Door," she requested, and stepped through to the Carrier. Lecture could wait.
((Establishy.))
