Kem's eyes grew wider with each listed tool.
"Remind me not to really piss you off," was his only comment. She could be awfully dangerous. Maybe he should let her into the noisy neighbors' house instead.
Kem paid the tab and left a tip, like a good knight in dent resistant armor, and shrugged at Pak.
"My DvD collection is vast indeed. If you can't find anything that suits your mood I'll personally find you the best set of allen wrenches ten bucks can buy. You can follow me back; it's just a couple miles. I'll try not to lose you."
With that they headed out of the diner and onto the roads, where Kem observed that fortunately, Pak drove a good deal better than she played chess... scary!
((ooc: Kem and Pak out to residences. With permission.))
All shook up
Bored, bored, bored; and bored and Pak didn't go well together. She was backing up her computers, again, which meant she couldn't work. She had intended to go to the gardens because that worked out well the last time she ran a back up, but it was freezing out. So that idea got scratched extremely fast.
Sending an e-mail off to Kem she'd gone down to the strip. There was a little fifties style diner there and the owner hadn't thrown her out yet, probably because he was in love with her car and kept trying to buy it from her. Still, Pak had a bet with herself when they'd figure out she was completely nuts. Until then though, the place had a net connection and they didn't bother her if she light up. They also had this wonderful thing called a stout shake; oatmeal stout, ice cream and chocolate. Sounded horrible but it was very addicting.
Her favorite haunt was a booth way in the back so she could watch all the traffic. As she came in the owner, who worked nights, saw her and raised and eyebrow. Pak grinned and nodded. Her shake was on its way. She brought up a chess program, one of the odd ones where the pieces beat the hell out of each other and started herself a clove. She had what, four six hours before she had to check on things?
Kem`Raaisu
18 years ago