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[magicalpadawan]

Dammit.

[The voice on the PCD sounds a little tinny and staticy, as if it's music playing from a radio station that you can't quite get reception from. There is no picture, though the video function should be working, only a haze of static. The speaker smacks the PCD a time or two, and the picture flickers on to reveal what would be a stunningly gorgeous girl with long, dark purple hair, if she weren't so skinny and dressed in what appears to be rags. She looks half-starved, and her eyes are shadowed and a little annoyed as she scowls at the screen. When she speaks, her words are broken up by bursts of static. What? Tech doesn't work well with wizards.]

This better --kshhh-- one of your tricks -- kshhh-- don't have time for your stupid games.

[She smacks the PCD again with an irritated sigh, and the picture blacks out.] Can --kshhh-- me what happened to Chicago?

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[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Um. No?

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

There's a buildin' with places ta stay for newcomers still getting their footin' in the city.

(x,y)

-- there ya go. Plug those coordinates inta the PCD and it'll show you where ya need to go.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

Thanks a lot. I'll remember it.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

No problem. Take care, Molly.

[magicalpadawan.livejournal.com]

[There's a long pause. Then she just starts giggling a little, because god it's been a while since she's heard anything like that from anyone. She stops after a moment, remembering herself, and gives the PCD a sheepish look.]

Yeah. Yeah, I'll try.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[He smiles, not questioning the giggling fit - might be stress, might be something personal.]

See ya round.

[And he cuts the feed.]