Tiny Little Robots [Open]

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn is Not Happy. Her best-friend-from-the-future is onboard the ship, which is nice, but something clearly goes horribly, horribly awry. Since he won't tell her what's wrong (thanks, Caden!), she's got to do something to take her mind off her questions. The little scout robot idea she's had bouncing around her head sounds like a good plan, but she doesn't quite have the parts she thought she would (thanks, Julian!). So basically, Wyn is glaring staring at her notebook, twirling what looks like an eyeliner pencil between her fingers and trying to come up with a workaround that doesn't involve ridiculous amounts of magic.

... well, she might not have much of a choice on the magic thing, but she'd prefer to avoid writing with her eyeliner if at all possible. She's got priorities.

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[antitachyonic.livejournal.com]

"Well if it hinged on me, yeah." He shrugs. "But it doesn't."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Even still, the future's not set." Wyn says stubbornly. She's not going to believe otherwise. She can't.

[antitachyonic.livejournal.com]

"Probably not." Things he won't argue with strangers: these. "But, either way. Good luck on the robot building."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

She didn't really mean to be quite that vehement. She's just a little... touchy about the future right now. "Thanks for the pen. I'll... I dunno, give it back when I see you around, I suppose."

[antitachyonic.livejournal.com]

"You can send me a note on the com-ring." With that and a wave, John is out of Wyn's hair and out of Special Weapons.