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Her face, no doubt, was priceless as she watched the woman begin to pilfer about Abigail’s things as if they were her own. A deep part of her wanted to shout at her like a child and demand for her to stop, but if it got her out of the way… “What’s that?” She lifted an eyebrow at the woman, clearly questioning. “Can’t say I’ve ever applied anything transcendental to an interior myself, though I’ve heard ‘bout some places in the cities that have it. Nothin’ we c’n afford down here, though.” Abigail could respect that the woman knew what she was doing, and possibly what she was talking about, but she couldn’t hold back a frown whenever she addressed ‘Idris’. “Like I said, it’s Abigail. Not Idris.”

She smiled slyly and turned back to Abigail with a completed component. “Would you like to learn? Hold this.” A device shaped like a byro was tossed her way. “Sonic probe; don’t drop it! It’s one-of-a-kind!” The woman opened the doors of the metal cupboard, stepped inside, and plugged the device into a central console. With a loud bang, the cramped cabinet space turned into an entire room, roughly the size of a flat. And remarkably, the cupboard retained it’s size on the outside. “Ha ha! How’s that for modern technology! Don’t just stand there gaping, Abigail, we only have sixty seconds!” There was no real need for both of them to leave, but a point had to be proven; time travel was, indeed, possible. “I do have a name, by the way. But I suppose it’s not a good idea to share it, time space continuum and all that. Call me Omega.”

She caught the little device as it was tossed to her, lifting it up in the air to examine it idly. Abigail glanced into the tiny cupboard without interest, more intrigued by the “sonic probe”, but her next upward glance almost had her doing as she’d been warned not to do and dropping it completely. Because quite suddenly there was a room in front of her, condensed to a tiny little cabinet, except that didn’t make any sense at all. “Wha’? How…? Sixty seconds for what?!” The woman stepped closer to the door, hesitating at the threshold. Her eyebrows furrowed. “Omega and a magic room. Capitol’s gonna be all over this nonsense.” She ran a hand over her face, frustrated. “Fuckin’ field day. And I’m not gettin’ in that thing until you tell me what’s goin’ on, sixty seconds or not.”

Fingers idly drummed on the centre console as Omega tried to phrase it in the best, least condescending manner: “I think you’re in need of an…educational experience? You know quite a bit about machines and electronics; I could show you more. Furthermore, I think my little accident attracted some unwanted attention and I’m repaying you by keeping you from being arrested.” She rested her chin in her hands and faked a slight pout. “I promise I’ll bring you back in time for bed?”

Abigail lifted an eyebrow speculatively. An educational experience, huh? Well, she did want to learn how the machine worked. It was humming warmly, drawing her in, and she tapped her fingers against her side. “S’pose it’d be nice to not be arrested.” She quipped, stepping forward a little further to take a proper look inside. Every ounce of her mechanic leanings were prompting her to just give in and step inside. 

Though she’d never admit it, it was looking at Omega, with her pout, that finally did her in. “I’ll have to be back soon to get this all cleaned up.” She warned sternly.

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Her face, no doubt, was priceless as she watched the woman begin to pilfer about Abigail’s things as if they were her own. A deep part of her wanted to shout at her like a child and demand for her to stop, but if it got her out of the way… “What’s that?” She lifted an eyebrow at the woman, clearly questioning. “Can’t say I’ve ever applied anything transcendental to an interior myself, though I’ve heard ‘bout some places in the cities that have it. Nothin’ we c’n afford down here, though.” Abigail could respect that the woman knew what she was doing, and possibly what she was talking about, but she couldn’t hold back a frown whenever she addressed ‘Idris’. “Like I said, it’s Abigail. Not Idris.”

She smiled slyly and turned back to Abigail with a completed component. “Would you like to learn? Hold this.” A device shaped like a byro was tossed her way. “Sonic probe; don’t drop it! It’s one-of-a-kind!” The woman opened the doors of the metal cupboard, stepped inside, and plugged the device into a central console. With a loud bang, the cramped cabinet space turned into an entire room, roughly the size of a flat. And remarkably, the cupboard retained it’s size on the outside. “Ha ha! How’s that for modern technology! Don’t just stand there gaping, Abigail, we only have sixty seconds!” There was no real need for both of them to leave, but a point had to be proven; time travel was, indeed, possible. “I do have a name, by the way. But I suppose it’s not a good idea to share it, time space continuum and all that. Call me Omega.”

She caught the little device as it was tossed to her, lifting it up in the air to examine it idly. Abigail glanced into the tiny cupboard without interest, more intrigued by the “sonic probe”, but her next upward glance almost had her doing as she’d been warned not to do and dropping it completely. Because quite suddenly there was a room in front of her, condensed to a tiny little cabinet, except that didn’t make any sense at all. “Wha’? How…? Sixty seconds for what?!” The woman stepped closer to the door, hesitating at the threshold. Her eyebrows furrowed. “Omega and a magic room. Capitol’s gonna be all over this nonsense.” She ran a hand over her face, frustrated. “Fuckin’ field day. And I’m not gettin’ in that thing until you tell me what’s goin’ on, sixty seconds or not.”

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For every action there is an opposite reaction.: itsjusttheendoftheworld: “That’ll do it. Not anything major, y’see?…

The machine was distracting, humming behind the woman with the strange accent in the strange clothes with the strange curiosity and that wasn’t even considering the fact that she’d appeared out of nowhere. Abigail was beginning to get irritated over the lack of answers she was receiving and the sheer amount of confusion she was getting in its place. “Of course it’s this advanced.” She snarled, irate. “We might be a little bit slum but that don’t mean we’re obsolete.”

Abigail’s pale gray eyes raked across the slender woman’s form, judging and discerning, before settling on the cabinet behind her. Shushing a machine was completely pointless; besides, the hum of the machine wasn’t irritating. To the contrary, she quite liked it, though she was more than a bit biased. Well, she didn’t like it as much as she might if it hadn’t crashed into her wall. “Time machine? Are you from the capitol? Z’at why you’re wondering about my ion blaster?” Automatically defensive, she snapped the button to power on the weapon. “I obtained it legally, though I ain’t a bit afraid to use it illegally if the need so arises. And don’t be stupid, time machines are a myth, ain’t nobody managed to make one.”

“Madam, nothing is impossible!” She patted the metal cupboard fondly. “There are such strange things in the world; haven’t you ever noticed? Those stars in the sky are dead by now, yet they still shine so very brightly for us. Arguably, that would be considered time travel, wouldn’t it?” The Asian woman smiled once again. “Just trust me, alright? Or at the very least, believe me. I mean you no harm, and I’m not from…whatever this ‘capitol’ is.”

Abigail couldn’t resist an uneasy shift; the constant polite tone in which the other woman spoke with her made her wary. Few people around the area spoke so civilly to one another. Most were either like family or not to be trusted, and so there was typically no need for such a warm tongue. Still, though, the things she was saying were true, no one could deny that. Her finger tapped restlessly against the barrel of the ion blaster, before she lowered it warily. “I guess I believe you. Never heard of a capitol who tried to make a time machine. They’re usually too busy hunting down innocent people.” Abigail gave a little sniff of annoyance, and then boldly walked forward; the other woman appeared unarmed, and if not, she had an ion blaster handy. A gloved hand rested upon the cabinet. “A time machine, huh?”

With a triumphant smile, she scanned the room while talking. “Thank you, Miss…I’m sorry, I haven’t had time to catch your name.” This was a repair shop of some type, no doubt about that. And oh, how the machines reached out to her! They’ve never had that ability before; it was like stretching new muscles. Although she had been expecting it, she was still surprised to feel a few robots scattered about as well. None of them whole; as the girl had said, this was a pretty poor part of the city. And even in a poor part of the city, some authorities had to have been alerted to the sound of Idris crashing into a wall. There would probably be someone here in approximately 5 minutes. Her brilliantly violet eyes flicked back to the girl. She wasn’t bad looking.

“Dumont.” She said stiffly, still looking over what appeared to be a largely innocent cabinet (innocent aside from the wreckage of her shop anyway) - or what she would’ve considered a large cabinet, if she couldn’t feel the hum from the machine. The woman hadn’t answered her question about the nature of the machine, which irked her a bit, but she didn’t press the matter. It was more important to get it out of here before the capitol authorities showed up to investigate. Unfortunately, hiding something of this amount of damage would probably require more damage to be convincingly something other than “large flying cabinet that smashed into my wall from nowhere”. She grumbled a bit under her breath and tightened the grip on her ion blaster; blowing apart her wall wasn’t on the top of her agenda, but if a “misfire” kept them out of her shop, she’d do what was necessary. “Abigail Dumont. Any way you can move this thing? It’s in th’ way a bit.”

“Ah!” The woman exclaimed, as though only now remembering she crashed a time machine through a mechanic’s wall. “Yes, yes, I suppose I could. I’ll need to borrow a few components, however. She’s a bit cramped inside; I need the extra space.” Without even waiting for an answer, the technopath started flitting about the various workbenches. She was quite pleased with the selection; far better than anything found in 2011. “Dearest Abby, what do you know about transcendental properties when applied to a specific interior?” As she spoke, her hands deftly put together a device from the selection of parts she had gathered before her.

“What did you call me?”

“Nothing, Idris~!”

Her face, no doubt, was priceless as she watched the woman begin to pilfer about Abigail’s things as if they were her own. A deep part of her wanted to shout at her like a child and demand for her to stop, but if it got her out of the way… “What’s that?” She lifted an eyebrow at the woman, clearly questioning. “Can’t say I’ve ever applied anything transcendental to an interior myself, though I’ve heard ‘bout some places in the cities that have it. Nothin’ we c’n afford down here, though.” Abigail could respect that the woman knew what she was doing, and possibly what she was talking about, but she couldn’t hold back a frown whenever she addressed ‘Idris’. “Like I said, it’s Abigail. Not Idris.”

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For every action there is an opposite reaction.: itsjusttheendoftheworld: “That’ll do it. Not anything major, y’see?…

The machine was distracting, humming behind the woman with the strange accent in the strange clothes with the strange curiosity and that wasn’t even considering the fact that she’d appeared out of nowhere. Abigail was beginning to get irritated over the lack of answers she was receiving and the sheer amount of confusion she was getting in its place. “Of course it’s this advanced.” She snarled, irate. “We might be a little bit slum but that don’t mean we’re obsolete.”

Abigail’s pale gray eyes raked across the slender woman’s form, judging and discerning, before settling on the cabinet behind her. Shushing a machine was completely pointless; besides, the hum of the machine wasn’t irritating. To the contrary, she quite liked it, though she was more than a bit biased. Well, she didn’t like it as much as she might if it hadn’t crashed into her wall. “Time machine? Are you from the capitol? Z’at why you’re wondering about my ion blaster?” Automatically defensive, she snapped the button to power on the weapon. “I obtained it legally, though I ain’t a bit afraid to use it illegally if the need so arises. And don’t be stupid, time machines are a myth, ain’t nobody managed to make one.”

“Madam, nothing is impossible!” She patted the metal cupboard fondly. “There are such strange things in the world; haven’t you ever noticed? Those stars in the sky are dead by now, yet they still shine so very brightly for us. Arguably, that would be considered time travel, wouldn’t it?” The Asian woman smiled once again. “Just trust me, alright? Or at the very least, believe me. I mean you no harm, and I’m not from…whatever this ‘capitol’ is.”

Abigail couldn’t resist an uneasy shift; the constant polite tone in which the other woman spoke with her made her wary. Few people around the area spoke so civilly to one another. Most were either like family or not to be trusted, and so there was typically no need for such a warm tongue. Still, though, the things she was saying were true, no one could deny that. Her finger tapped restlessly against the barrel of the ion blaster, before she lowered it warily. “I guess I believe you. Never heard of a capitol who tried to make a time machine. They’re usually too busy hunting down innocent people.” Abigail gave a little sniff of annoyance, and then boldly walked forward; the other woman appeared unarmed, and if not, she had an ion blaster handy. A gloved hand rested upon the cabinet. “A time machine, huh?”

With a triumphant smile, she scanned the room while talking. “Thank you, Miss…I’m sorry, I haven’t had time to catch your name.” This was a repair shop of some type, no doubt about that. And oh, how the machines reached out to her! They’ve never had that ability before; it was like stretching new muscles. Although she had been expecting it, she was still surprised to feel a few robots scattered about as well. None of them whole; as the girl had said, this was a pretty poor part of the city. And even in a poor part of the city, some authorities had to have been alerted to the sound of Idris crashing into a wall. There would probably be someone here in approximately 5 minutes. Her brilliantly violet eyes flicked back to the girl. She wasn’t bad looking.

“Dumont.” She said stiffly, still looking over what appeared to be a largely innocent cabinet (innocent aside from the wreckage of her shop anyway) - or what she would’ve considered a large cabinet, if she couldn’t feel the hum from the machine. The woman hadn’t answered her question about the nature of the machine, which irked her a bit, but she didn’t press the matter. It was more important to get it out of here before the capitol authorities showed up to investigate. Unfortunately, hiding something of this amount of damage would probably require more damage to be convincingly something other than “large flying cabinet that smashed into my wall from nowhere”. She grumbled a bit under her breath and tightened the grip on her ion blaster; blowing apart her wall wasn’t on the top of her agenda, but if a “misfire” kept them out of her shop, she’d do what was necessary. “Abigail Dumont. Any way you can move this thing? It’s in th’ way a bit.”

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For every action there is an opposite reaction.: itsjusttheendoftheworld: “That’ll do it. Not anything major, y’see?…

The machine was distracting, humming behind the woman with the strange accent in the strange clothes with the strange curiosity and that wasn’t even considering the fact that she’d appeared out of nowhere. Abigail was beginning to get irritated over the lack of answers she was receiving and the sheer amount of confusion she was getting in its place. “Of course it’s this advanced.” She snarled, irate. “We might be a little bit slum but that don’t mean we’re obsolete.”

Abigail’s pale gray eyes raked across the slender woman’s form, judging and discerning, before settling on the cabinet behind her. Shushing a machine was completely pointless; besides, the hum of the machine wasn’t irritating. To the contrary, she quite liked it, though she was more than a bit biased. Well, she didn’t like it as much as she might if it hadn’t crashed into her wall. “Time machine? Are you from the capitol? Z’at why you’re wondering about my ion blaster?” Automatically defensive, she snapped the button to power on the weapon. “I obtained it legally, though I ain’t a bit afraid to use it illegally if the need so arises. And don’t be stupid, time machines are a myth, ain’t nobody managed to make one.”

“Madam, nothing is impossible!” She patted the metal cupboard fondly. “There are such strange things in the world; haven’t you ever noticed? Those stars in the sky are dead by now, yet they still shine so very brightly for us. Arguably, that would be considered time travel, wouldn’t it?” The Asian woman smiled once again. “Just trust me, alright? Or at the very least, believe me. I mean you no harm, and I’m not from…whatever this ‘capitol’ is.”

Abigail couldn’t resist an uneasy shift; the constant polite tone in which the other woman spoke with her made her wary. Few people around the area spoke so civilly to one another. Most were either like family or not to be trusted, and so there was typically no need for such a warm tongue. Still, though, the things she was saying were true, no one could deny that. Her finger tapped restlessly against the barrel of the ion blaster, before she lowered it warily. “I guess I believe you. Never heard of a capitol who tried to make a time machine. They’re usually too busy hunting down innocent people.” Abigail gave a little sniff of annoyance, and then boldly walked forward; the other woman appeared unarmed, and if not, she had an ion blaster handy. A gloved hand rested upon the cabinet. “A time machine, huh?”

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“That’ll do it. Not anything major, y’see? Mostly just needed a good smack or two; it’s workin’ just fine now.” The…

A noise reached her ears, the sound of a handle turning, and she focused her gaze on what was moving and appearing to be a door; Abigail didn’t much care for violence, but she’d do what it took to defend her store, particularly since whatever the machine in front of her was, it had caused a considerable amount of damage already to what was essentially her livelihood.

What she hadn’t quite expected, though, was to see another woman fall from it. Her eyes narrowed as the other woman seemed to examine the room with nothing more than curiosity (which, at the moment, was really not the appropriate expression to be displaying), and it was definitely not amusing, not even a little bit, not at all, not remotely (okay, she’d admit to it later, just not right now), when it looked like cold water was metaphorically poured onto her and she swiveled towards Abigail with a look of alarm. The first language was the recognizable Common Tongue, though the accent was indiscernible, and she thought the following language might be something from the High lands, but languages were something she’d always been rubbish with. 

“You better be plannin’ on paying for that.” She growled. “I don’t know where tha’ machine came from and I ain’t got a clue what it’s doin’ in my shop, but you’d best get it out as quick as you can do, if you please. Some of us are actually trying to maintain a business instead of just tinkering around in the garage when the federals have their head turned.”

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“That’ll do it. Not anything major, y’see? Mostly just needed a good smack or two; it’s workin’ just fine now.” The woman across the counter beamed in undisguised delight, and Abigail felt a bristle of pride. Repairing a machine was like bringing someone back to…

One of the blessed things about working with machinery, without a doubt, was the way time seemed to elapse. It progressed without thought, tumbling over itself while she flashed and slid programs and coding across a screen. Without conscious thought, she muttered. Words of reassurance, words of frustration, tumbling over her lips as gloved fingers responded to keys and flags. Engrossed as she was, it was a few minutes past closing that she actually realized the time. A heavy sigh passed over her, and Abigail slid the chair back, stretching her arms out until her spine gave a satisfactory crack, keys jangling discordantly in her hand. 

The change was abrupt. A sudden shift in the air, pulsing through the room like an explosion, a box, large and filled with should-not-be-here-right-now-what-is-that-doing-here, and nothing seemed quite right. This technology, she assessed even in her disoriented state, had not yet been breached. As extensively advanced as some of the world was, it was not quite this advanced. Abigail leaned back against her wide monitor, keys clutched fiercely in her hand, uncharacteristically wild and debating what would serve as the best weapon that was immediately close. Would going for her gun be too obvious? It was there in the drawer, she knew; she kept it there in case of robberies or other such distasteful things, and even though she didn’t know whether or not this was distasteful, she definitely knew she’d feel a hell of a lot better with a gun in her hands.

Which, of course, led to her standing outside the box a few minutes later, still behind her desk, facing the intruding… thing as if it were any other customer, if she stared down her customers with both hands cradling a high caliber ion blaster in their direction. “What are you?” Abigail demanded harshly. “What do you want?”

“That’ll do it. Not anything major, y’see? Mostly just needed a good smack or two; it’s workin’ just fine now.” The woman across the counter beamed in undisguised delight, and Abigail felt a bristle of pride. Repairing a machine was like bringing someone back to life. The whirl and hum of the little contraption was her preferred heartbeat, the flashing lights of a console were the expressions she read best, the chirping alarms were the language of her soul. Or, you know, something a little more grounded and not quite as ridiculously poetic, because maker, she wasn’t going that soft, was she? 

All the same, she smiled at the woman as she hurried out of the store, though the smile became significantly more frozen as a hood obscured the woman’s face. It was the little things, she thought, that bothered her most about the changes that had come around in the past years. A society filled with fear and bordering on intense paranoia, skulking in the shadows of a life that deprived them of so much. Abigail wrinkled her nose in distaste, turning from her more drab thoughts when the coffee pot dinged. 

Minutes later, settled back in front of the sweeping monitor to the right of her desk, she gazed readily at the screen as she sipped at her beverage. How likely would it be that she had any more customers today? Fairly unlikely, she admitted to herself, but something had to buy equipment. No sense in closing up yet; she’d wait just a while longer, and hope for a last minute arrival.