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taxonomites2009-09-15 07:12 pm
aregulargirl.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2009-09-15 07:12 pm
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001: HOLO [i was angry when i met you, i think i'm angry still.]
Max had a bad habit sometimes of not looking where she was going. But she'd walked these steps up and down countless times before, so there was really no cause for suspicion. And besides that, she was a little pre-occupied with her thoughts. Thoughts about Logan, about Alec and Ben, about the newest situation in the news that painted transgenics out to be monsters, about everything that had come crashing down over the past few days.
So maybe that was why she didn't realize that the scenery around her had changed until it was too late. Not that she could have done anything about it even if she'd realized what was happening.
In any case, when she looked up and found out that wherever she was, it was very much not the base of the Space Needle, she was less than happy to discover it.
"Great," she muttered under her breath, looking at her surroundings. Some sort of metal room - it almost reminded her of Manticore, but given that Manticore had been a pile of rubble and dust since she'd burned it down, she doubted very much she was back there. "'Cause I needed this on top of everything else."
Her attention was caught by a pedestal in the center of the room that had what looked like a cross between a laptop and a cell phone on top of it. She frowned, going over and picking it up to turn it over in her hands. She knew a fair amount about pre-Pulse technology, but she'd never seen anything like it before.
As she was examining the tablet, the sleeve of her leather jacket moved just enough for her to catch sight of something silver that was now encircling her wrist. She set the tablet back down and held her wrist up to examine it, experimentally rubbing at the band.
And then a little harder.
And then a little harder.
Okay. Now she was worried.
She drew in a deep breath, then exhaled sharply through her nose, picking the tablet back up and glaring at whoever may have been watching her. (In these situations, someone was always watching you, and it was better to appear angry than afraid.)
"All right. Whoever you are, state your business and show yourself so I can kick your ass and get out of here. I've got some things to take care of back at home."
So maybe that was why she didn't realize that the scenery around her had changed until it was too late. Not that she could have done anything about it even if she'd realized what was happening.
In any case, when she looked up and found out that wherever she was, it was very much not the base of the Space Needle, she was less than happy to discover it.
"Great," she muttered under her breath, looking at her surroundings. Some sort of metal room - it almost reminded her of Manticore, but given that Manticore had been a pile of rubble and dust since she'd burned it down, she doubted very much she was back there. "'Cause I needed this on top of everything else."
Her attention was caught by a pedestal in the center of the room that had what looked like a cross between a laptop and a cell phone on top of it. She frowned, going over and picking it up to turn it over in her hands. She knew a fair amount about pre-Pulse technology, but she'd never seen anything like it before.
As she was examining the tablet, the sleeve of her leather jacket moved just enough for her to catch sight of something silver that was now encircling her wrist. She set the tablet back down and held her wrist up to examine it, experimentally rubbing at the band.
And then a little harder.
And then a little harder.
Okay. Now she was worried.
She drew in a deep breath, then exhaled sharply through her nose, picking the tablet back up and glaring at whoever may have been watching her. (In these situations, someone was always watching you, and it was better to appear angry than afraid.)
"All right. Whoever you are, state your business and show yourself so I can kick your ass and get out of here. I've got some things to take care of back at home."