The exercise:
Write about something that is: wireless.
The wireless headphones that I'd ordered through work finally arrived today, so now I can stop bringing my earbuds from home every day. Plus my wireless mouse came in last week, so my workspace is starting to take proper shape.
Now we just need to move to our permanent location within the building and I will be very pleased indeed.
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Ah, are some of your recent prompts alluding to the fact that you're in a temporary spot in the building then? That sheds some light!
Wireless
Fabian went and looked out of the window instead of sitting down straight away, thinking about the Maestro's request. While the man was annoying, difficult to work with, and managed to cause problems about as often as he took a breath, Fabian was quite impressed with the way he'd taken to the Rust-elf. No signs of bigotry or racism at all, which though not completely surprising was still a welcome relief. He hoped that the rest of his day would have the same kind of pleasant surprises.
Something outside flashed and he frowned, looking around for it. The sky was cloudy and though the sun did break through here and there he couldn't see it at the moment, so it seemed unlikely that it had been a reflection. He stared around, willing whatever it was to leap to his attention, but it seemed to have gone. He started to turn away from the window, thinking that the emails and documents wouldn't take care of themselves, but then something flashed again and his thoughts felt like they were slowing down.
After a moment, it couldn't have been much more, he realised he was just staring aimlessly out of the window.
"That's not like me," he murmured to himself, and then frowned. He didn't talk to himself either. Well, not very much. "I should go and get Sebastian's book back from the Maestro," he said, and frowned again. He was sure he didn't talk to himself about things like this. "Let's go," he said and a wave of annoyance surged through him. "No!" he said, meaning to say it out loud, and somehow it sounded different too. Startled by that he started to turn round and felt an odd compulsion to stay looking out of the window. Which was ridiculous, he couldn't go and get that silly book if he was stood here.
And why did he want to get the book anyway? He'd already told Sebastian to deal with himself, and he definitely didn't want the mage hanging around his office making a nuisance of himself and upsetting the Maestro.
It felt like it took an effort of will to turn round, but he did and suddenly his mind felt clearer and the whole room seemed lighter. The door clicked softly as though just closing, but then there was a knock and it pushed open and Cass stuck her head round.
"No what?" she said.
"What?"
"You shouted, 'No'," said Cass, sounding puzzled. "Just before... someone... came running out of your office. I couldn't see who it was."
"There's been no-one in here," said Fabian feeling as puzzled as she looked. "Just me. I might have said No though, but I don't think I shouted."
"You definitely shouted," said Cass. "I was at the other end of the corridor. The technicians are here to put in the new wireless security network."
"I thought the old one was wireless?" said Fabian. "There was someone in my office, you said?"
"This one has the new magic interface," said Cass. "You signed the requisition forms for it last month, and you said you'd read them. We'll get improved latency between Directorates and we can use the new protocols for secure transmission. I don't why they keep calling it wireless though, but they insist on it. And on that, shouldn't you know who is in your office when you're in here yourself?"
"You'd think, wouldn't you?" said Fabian.
Greg - maybe? Sure, let's say yes. Anyway, I don't really care for my current desk's location but things should be moving around within a few weeks and then I'll be in a much better spot.
Ooh, that was properly worrying and a more than a little creepy. I hope Fabian snapped out of it before anything could be stolen (or planted?). And I am deeply, deeply curious as to who might be behind this bit of mysteriousness...
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