Campbell Mark Swan ҂ "Cam" (
lifes_sake) wrote2013-04-04 08:09 pm
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good guesser
Cam is taken entirely by surprise when his office door doesn't lead to his office, but instead to a bizarre sort of bar.
He has Grace and his manual - he always carries them, in a backpack sort of thing with one cross-chest strap - and not much else on him to handle this situation. It might be Iggy. It might not be Iggy. He is not sure.
He looks around, concludes only that he is confused, and closes his eyes and listens instead.
He has Grace and his manual - he always carries them, in a backpack sort of thing with one cross-chest strap - and not much else on him to handle this situation. It might be Iggy. It might not be Iggy. He is not sure.
He looks around, concludes only that he is confused, and closes his eyes and listens instead.
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(He only skimmed Shell Bell's entry.)
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He confers with Grace for a bit, and wishes himself a standard power stack, except that Grace wants his perfect memory stored in her, so she can help, and they wind up with a system where everything will in fact be transcribed to her in spite of being stored indelibly in his own brain too. "I want to wish Grace some wards too, gimme," says Cam, holding out a hand, "or at least gimme a hex so I can mint up Jellybean."
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"...Whoa," he says, "what the fuck?"
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Matilda snorts.
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