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genessia2017-10-02 08:01 pm
solar_flare) wrote in genessia2017-10-02 08:01 pm
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Hey Mercury, Can You Give Me a HAND?
WHO: Mercury Black, Yang Xiao Long
WHAT: Yang's hand falls right off, so she gives Mercury a call to learn about properautomail robot prosthetic maintenance. Then they go hunting a deranged serial killer because that's how normal people socialize, right?
WHEN: October 2nd, 2017
WHERE: Nova City
Well shoot.
She'd gone to open the shop door for the old lady, but her hand just sort of popped right off of her wrist socket without warning. Two bystanders gasped. The old lady fainted. A kid started to cry. And Yang's hand just dangled from the door handle, fingers still wrapped around the brass bar.
Yang slumped forward with a heavy sigh. Maybe it was a good thing she'd sought out Mercury just the other day, then, otherwise she'd have to make a severely awkward public announcement to seek out someone who could pop that puppy back on. "Eh heh...sorry about that, I'll just be going now..." She wedged the cold metal fingers loose and stuffed the errant hand into her jacket pocket, self-consciously tugging her right sleeve further down her wrist.
While she was glad she had an expert to turn to for just this sort of emergency, she still wished her arm would have had the decency to wait a little longer. She was still digesting their previous meeting and hadn't really made up her mind yet on how she felt about it. Maybe this was destiny's way of forcing her to hurry up and figure it out. Wrestling her communicator out of her pocket, she fumbled with the controls.
hey yu ined yor assss
Yang squinted at the screen. Texting with her left hand was definitely a no go, she'd have to go for the voice request instead. So after that confusing message popped up on Mercury's screen, it was quickly followed by a call.
"It's Yang. Sooooo remember when we talked about maintenance and all that? I...might need to take you up on that offer sooner than I thought."
WHAT: Yang's hand falls right off, so she gives Mercury a call to learn about proper
WHEN: October 2nd, 2017
WHERE: Nova City
Well shoot.
She'd gone to open the shop door for the old lady, but her hand just sort of popped right off of her wrist socket without warning. Two bystanders gasped. The old lady fainted. A kid started to cry. And Yang's hand just dangled from the door handle, fingers still wrapped around the brass bar.
Yang slumped forward with a heavy sigh. Maybe it was a good thing she'd sought out Mercury just the other day, then, otherwise she'd have to make a severely awkward public announcement to seek out someone who could pop that puppy back on. "Eh heh...sorry about that, I'll just be going now..." She wedged the cold metal fingers loose and stuffed the errant hand into her jacket pocket, self-consciously tugging her right sleeve further down her wrist.
While she was glad she had an expert to turn to for just this sort of emergency, she still wished her arm would have had the decency to wait a little longer. She was still digesting their previous meeting and hadn't really made up her mind yet on how she felt about it. Maybe this was destiny's way of forcing her to hurry up and figure it out. Wrestling her communicator out of her pocket, she fumbled with the controls.
hey yu ined yor assss
Yang squinted at the screen. Texting with her left hand was definitely a no go, she'd have to go for the voice request instead. So after that confusing message popped up on Mercury's screen, it was quickly followed by a call.
"It's Yang. Sooooo remember when we talked about maintenance and all that? I...might need to take you up on that offer sooner than I thought."