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[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies appears in the middle of the Plane clearly arriving straight from work. she's in a suit, as well as wearing an ID card hanging from her neck and a belt of police gear around her waist. however, her hair is disheveled and she looks very concerned about something. ignoring her surroundings, she pulls her right arm against her, twisting the fabric of her shirt so see can see the underside of it. she frowns down at a small round scortch mark on her shirt for a moment before she presses against it, still frowning, but showing no sign of pain as she prods at the area]

[after a moment, she lets her arm go and now stares down at her own hands in confusion--as though she expects to find some sort of answer there. she considers silently for a bit, chewing her lip. but eventually she sighs before mumbling to herself:] I wish I had a knife...

[ooc: Menzies' wish has had the accidental side effect of making her invulnerable for a month! Just a warning that if you give her something sharp, she's going to do a little (ultimately harmless) test with it.]

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[timesbureaucrat]

He was acquitted at that trial and not punished, even though he was clearly guilty. But the trial was poisoned by procedural irregularities and corrupt motives on the part of the prosecution...and others.

[It's still not connecting. Power is steady, all systems functional, but not connecting. So Narvin uses the time-tested repair method of "smack it upside the top and see if it works then." Ah, and there's the connection.]

[grip_on_reality]

I see. [she quirks an eyebrow, though, wondering what the rest of that story might be]

[but any questions she might have asked are interrupted when he starts smacking the device] No joy, I take it? [though her tone is dry, her amusement might be showing in her expression]

[timesbureaucrat]

There never is. [Narvin doesn't believe in joy.]

But I'll make this heap of scrap metal work as I need it to, one way or another.

[grip_on_reality]

[she snorts at that, unimpressed by Narvin's pessimism] Good luck with that.

[and since she figures she'll hear some indication of when he succeeds, she goes back to her paperwork for the moment, leaving him to whack the device in peace]