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Room 307, Wednesday Morning
Mar. 28th, 2012 07:13 amSome of the spybots were giving Topher problems.
Not, you know, big problems -- just occasionally shorting out and sparking a little. But problems that he had to resolve, because somehow he thought people might notice if there were random little sparks emitting from hiding places while they had their conversations. Maybe.
Probably depended on the person, actually.
So he sat down at his desk to tinker with the interface, as his other hand absently settled over one of the faulty spybots he was working on. He'd regret that decision in three, two...
"Ow! Fuck."
[[door is closed, post I guess open in theory, spybots NFB]]
Not, you know, big problems -- just occasionally shorting out and sparking a little. But problems that he had to resolve, because somehow he thought people might notice if there were random little sparks emitting from hiding places while they had their conversations. Maybe.
Probably depended on the person, actually.
So he sat down at his desk to tinker with the interface, as his other hand absently settled over one of the faulty spybots he was working on. He'd regret that decision in three, two...
"Ow! Fuck."
[[door is closed, post I guess open in theory, spybots NFB]]
