MCA #5, Tuesday Morning

[electrocynic]

Waking up with someone else in her bed was nothing new to thirty-something Sarah, especially these days. Meanwhile, sleeping in was nothing new for teenaged Sarah, who was the one actually rolling over in bed right now.

Put these two together, and –– "Who the fuck are you?"

Fun fact, her accent was even more pronounced as a teenager. That one word was definitely 'fook', no doubt about it. Also, because there was a bit of an electrical crackle to the end of that sentence, her poor digital alarm clock reset itself to midnight.

So, this day was off to a great start.

[ooc: For that guy!]

Comments

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Guy picked up the object in question, frowning at it.

"The--pager?" It was a pager, right?

[electrocynic]

Enh, close enough for their generation. Sarah looked positively wicked, right before her voice was all static-y.

"|Electronic doodah, shock him|."

She didn't need to know what it was specifically called or how it worked when all she wanted was to give him a nice little jolt.