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[chelleuncurled]

For the first time in a while there's a Michelle in the bar. She's got her laptop open and is looking for ideas.

Be careful, you might just wind up in her article.

But anyway, she's also got chips and salsa and is willing to share.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Good even, Michelle."

Elaine's eyes are red, her hair is the slightest bit dishevelled, but at least she doesn't have that jackhammering headache anymore.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle looks up at her, "Elaine, how are you?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Other than...'hung over', I am surviving. How is married life treating you, Michelle?"

[chelleuncurled]

"Here, sit..." she offers, moving in a little.

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine doesn't argue, and sits down. She needs a break, anyway.

[chelleuncurled]

"Tony told me about you maybe moving in with us..."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine nods. "I'm all right for now...if it gets terribly unbearable... I thank you both for the offer. It's just...quiet."

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally has just finished the opening paragraph for her paper when she spies Michelle's laptop.

Cally stops, fingers suspended abover her typewriter, and stares at the odd contraption, half of which vaguely reminds her of the typewriter sitting before her.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle hears the typewriter and looks up to see the other woman staring at her computer.

"Hi,"

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally blinks and closes her mouth, which had fallen slightly open.

"Hallo," she says, stammering slightly because she has been caught staring.

"I...," she trails off, since 'I was just staring' is a pretty obvious statement and 'What is that?' comes off as rather rude. And since Cally had already been staring, she doesn't want to make this first impression any worse.

[chelleuncurled]

Luckily, Michelle's been in Milliways long enough to know this is a slightly common reaction to technology.

"You've never seen a computer?" She guesses.

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally's face registers surprise and confusion.

"That's a computer?" She eyes the 'computer' dubiously. "I thought computer's were much, much larger. Much. The size of a room, maybe."

[chelleuncurled]

"They were...but not in my time," Michelle's secretly quite proud of this computer too, she made some modifications and Tony made some others.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack spots Michelle and heads over; he hasn't talked to ehr in a while. He misses talking to her.

"Hey Michelle. How are you settling into the new apartment?"

[chelleuncurled]

"Hey Jack," she smiles a little at him. She knows a little of what's been happening. "The apartment's good. Tony's still a little sick. Care to join me?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"Sure. What are you up to?" he says, nodding at the laptop as he takes a seat.

[chelleuncurled]

"Trying to think of article ideas. I'm part of the newspaper, now."

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"I heard about the newspaper. I'm sure your interrogation skills will come in handy if you're an investigative reporter," he says with a wry smile.

[chelleuncurled]

"Oh, I fear anyone who tries to hide things from me," she says, saving her work. "How are you?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"That's one of those computer things, isn't it?" Svava peers at the laptop curiously, a cup of hot chocolate in hand.

To even add more oddness to her question, she is in a dress and corset, circa 1880, Paris.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle smiles a little, "Yes, it is. Hey Svava," she looks up and blinks, "That seems a little dressy for here."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I went out shopping with a friend today, and this is what everyone wears there." She shakes her head, bemused. "I don't quite see how they decided on these things, really."

Svava sits down, to look at the laptop. "How have you been though, Michelle?"

[chelleuncurled]

"Where did you go shopping?" She wonders.

"I've been okay, mostly just taking care of Tony this week. How are you?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Paris. Eighteen hundred eighty, I believe? They're still building that iron tower, if its still around in later times, unfortunately." Svava shakes her head.

"Myself, I'm doing alright." The smile fades a bit. "Things just.. have a way of happening around here." She shrugs a bit. "Tony- your husband, yes? How is he?"

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle nods, it says something about her time in Milliways that hearing that someone went shopping in 1880 does not seem strange. "The Eiffel tower you mean? It's still around and a huge tourist attraction."

"What's going on? I've been a little out of it lately. Yes, Tony's my husband. He bartends here Thursday nights and he's feeling better."