Power Failure Incoming (Open)
Dec 17, 2012 21:56:25 GMT -5
Post by Andrei Dragunov on Dec 17, 2012 21:56:25 GMT -5
The pale, spiky-haired boy of fourteen slouched through the front doors of the Main Office, looking positively terrified. The man who had brought him there turned around and left, leaving him standing there, alone and confused. What now? He heard the sound that had become all too familiar with ever since this whole thing had started. The standard bzzt-bzzt-bzzzt! of an electronic appliance starting to fluctuate. This time, it appeared to be the lights, which were flashing on and off rapidly. He glanced up, and noted that he was standing under a bright florescent lamp that cast a harsh white glow over his already-pale skin, making him look positively ghostly. Well. Not for long.
... Fzzzzzt.
The front lamp died completely, leaving Andrei Dragunov standing there in the dark, not entirely sure he had made a very good first impression. He squinted at the front desk, hesitated, then forced himself to take a few steps forward. Almost as soon as he did so, the lamp that had shut itself off started to stir feebly back to life. Before he even reached the front desk, he froze again. Computer. There was a computer there. He knew enough about himself now that he was very clear what kind of risk he posed to computers. He also knew people generally did not like their computers rebooting without any warning, and losing all their accumulated work over a series of hours.
"S'cuse me," said Andrei quietly, with a bit of a Ukrainian twang. "I vos hoping you knew vhere I am to take my belongings."
'Belongings' were basically a meagre collection of clothing and oddments stuffed inside a faded haversack that had been charity to him from the O'Hares.
... Fzzzzzt.
The front lamp died completely, leaving Andrei Dragunov standing there in the dark, not entirely sure he had made a very good first impression. He squinted at the front desk, hesitated, then forced himself to take a few steps forward. Almost as soon as he did so, the lamp that had shut itself off started to stir feebly back to life. Before he even reached the front desk, he froze again. Computer. There was a computer there. He knew enough about himself now that he was very clear what kind of risk he posed to computers. He also knew people generally did not like their computers rebooting without any warning, and losing all their accumulated work over a series of hours.
"S'cuse me," said Andrei quietly, with a bit of a Ukrainian twang. "I vos hoping you knew vhere I am to take my belongings."
'Belongings' were basically a meagre collection of clothing and oddments stuffed inside a faded haversack that had been charity to him from the O'Hares.