On the afternoon of October 30th, a teenage girl drifts into the transport room. She has a tight comportment, from the thinly rolled tablet tucked under her arm to the entirely buttoned cardigan over her dress.
"Mr. Vennet?" He might well recognize her crisp, polite voice, not to mention her glowing skin, from the Transporter pad calibration. "Are you here?"
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Date: 2013-11-01 07:19 pm (UTC)"Mr. Vennet?" He might well recognize her crisp, polite voice, not to mention her glowing skin, from the Transporter pad calibration. "Are you here?"