The silhouette she picks out is rather small. And blockly.
A female One binome steps forward, arms folded. She looks old but spry, and very, very angry. "Gavin Capacitor," she says, "where in the seven servers have you been??"
Capacitor opens his mouth to answer, but she's not through talking yet. "Ye drop off the face o' the 'Net, not so much as an e-card all this time, and then ye come waltzin' back inta town without so much as a 'how d'ye do'? Are ye tryin' ta worry yer poor mother ta death?"
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Date: 2007-05-23 03:25 am (UTC)A female One binome steps forward, arms folded. She looks old but spry, and very, very angry. "Gavin Capacitor," she says, "where in the seven servers have you been??"
Capacitor opens his mouth to answer, but she's not through talking yet. "Ye drop off the face o' the 'Net, not so much as an e-card all this time, and then ye come waltzin' back inta town without so much as a 'how d'ye do'? Are ye tryin' ta worry yer poor mother ta death?"