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Royal Feather Water
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>Do you have anything in your pockets?
A mechanical rat, a box of sanguine wicks, a lighter with low charge, an antique fountain pen, and a notepad. Oh, and my pet snake, Charles. He’s snoozing in my breast pocket.
>are the noises unusual or just are they just being noted because it has suddenly become dark
The whining is somewhat familiar. Can’t say the same about the shuffling.
>Office Has Windows
My office has windows, I just usually keep them shuttered. I peek out through the shutters. The neighborhood seems lit up outside. Probably a bad sign for me.
>find a flashlight or something.
I don’t own one. I didn’t think I’d ever have need for one. Guess I was wrong on that bit. Shit.
>Duck.
I don’t see one.
>you might want to duck anyway, just in case.
Oh! I duck. Nothing seems to happen, even after I wait for a bit, so I decide to stand up straight again.
>Remain calm, stay out of sight
Staying calm is pretty easy. I’m high on sanguine, after all. Staying out of sight might be a little harder, since I’m the only light source in the room.
>Use your mind crime solving powers to investigate the whirring noise.
I walk over to examine the source of the electric whining, holding out the wick as a light.
A blue light comes on as I approach, and realization hits me. It’s Vollie, my partner. She’s an upload. She works and lives with me, trying to save up enough cash to buy a new body.
“Petrani? Petra! Is that you?” Vollie squeaks, her voice crackling through the cheap-ish speaker of her portable RACM box. Her simple face render occupies the box’s glowing screen, showing off her anxiety. “I got dropped off the net – why’s the power gone out?”
“No idea,” I reply. “Are you okay?”
“I was in the middle of a very important conversation! So no! But… I guess I’m not hurt, or anything.” She pauses, letting the mechanical whine of her housing fill the air. “I hate being in this stupid box.”
“I know. Sorry.”
“And – and you’re smoking sang again!” Vollie chides. “I thought I told you to knock it off. The smell will scare off clients.”
“But most of our clients don’t have noses.”
“Gah, I don’t want to argue with you right now,” she grumbles. “Get the power back on, will you?”
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