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« on: May 09, 2013, 09:11:57 AM »
Meanwhile, across the street, Quickie was busy gathering a few items and otherwise getting her affairs in order. She packed up her computer and the strange monstrosity of a laptop that Mewtwo had constructed himself, and poked around in her office for a while, feeling as though there was something she was missing. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but her brain insisted that she was forgetting something... though it wouldn't tell her what it was. She smirked. "Mewtwo, if you need anything, just come right out and tell me. These mind tricks get annoying after a while..."
Though, she did not receive a reply. Obviously, the nagging feeling was not the clone's doing. Quickie shrugged and turned to leave. Her eyes wandered to her printer, where she saw a fresh page in the tray. She picked it up, turned it over, and raised an eyebrow. "Nah... this has got to be some kind of joke..." She accessed the task history of her printer to see. Nothing was listed. The last thing she printed out were business cards. This page technically shouldn't be there.
Quickie risked a sniff of the ink. It didn't smell like her printouts. In fact, it was pungent and downright repulsive, and the smell made her swallow hard. She looked at the page again. "This isn't good..." Her apartment was a portal for weirdness. She shook her head, folded the paper and tucked it into her bag, then gathered her stuff and headed for the door. "Hey, Mewtwo? Uh... we... we got something weird going on... You read me?"
It took a moment, but Mewtwo's distracted telepathic reply finally came through. "What is it?"
"Um... take a quick look at my memory from the passed several minutes. I'll tell you more when I get back. I'm on my way over."
"If it requires my input, we should consider escorting the group outside, away from prying eyes."
"Good idea," Quickie paused at her door to lock it behind her. "I'll be a minute or two. Crossing the street now..."
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