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greyhatted((OOC: ALL MY APOLOGIES to all who tagged Garcia's initial post! Soon after introing her my health exploded and it's been a very rough month. Anyone who wants to handwave or continue those threads PLEASE let me know and I am happy to!
Also I wrote this post riiiight before going to the hospital for 4 days, so if we could subtly gloss over the lateness and/or backdate threads that'd be awesome!))
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[The woman on the screen probably looks familiar. Her bold makeup and brightly colored jewelry and clothing are similar to before, but gone is her blonde-with-streaks hair. Now she's afabulous redhead. However, the starkly freaked tone and expression might ping a few memories. Also, the rambling.]
So, okay. Maybe I'm still a little green or newb-like whatever, but in my book it's not every day someone casually announces the almost imminent death of you and everyone you care about and all the worlds ever to the beginning and end of time. Yeah, I'm still freaked out about that. I don't think I've stopped freaking since I got here.
Here's the thing, though. I don't know if it'll do a lick of good since home's home and here's... whatever it is and I don't have any fantastical awesome powers beyond the realm of computer code, but here goes nuthin'. If anyone knows of any way a certifiably world-renowned hacker could be at all useful in the process of, you know, not getting killed, I'd be totally willing to help.
I also have a kickass fashion sense and I play a little ukelele and if anyone's into shameless flattery I can spread it nice and thick... not that I assume those are, like, in demand for the purposes of not dying, but I'm just. Throwing it out there. Really, I'm a fan of being not-dead so I'm not ruling anything out. Penelope Garcia, at your service.
If nothing else, I could use a legit paying gig because my wardrobe is sorely lacking. And if I'm gonna die I'd much rather do it while looking spectacular.
Also I wrote this post riiiight before going to the hospital for 4 days, so if we could subtly gloss over the lateness and/or backdate threads that'd be awesome!))
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[The woman on the screen probably looks familiar. Her bold makeup and brightly colored jewelry and clothing are similar to before, but gone is her blonde-with-streaks hair. Now she's a
So, okay. Maybe I'm still a little green or newb-like whatever, but in my book it's not every day someone casually announces the almost imminent death of you and everyone you care about and all the worlds ever to the beginning and end of time. Yeah, I'm still freaked out about that. I don't think I've stopped freaking since I got here.
Here's the thing, though. I don't know if it'll do a lick of good since home's home and here's... whatever it is and I don't have any fantastical awesome powers beyond the realm of computer code, but here goes nuthin'. If anyone knows of any way a certifiably world-renowned hacker could be at all useful in the process of, you know, not getting killed, I'd be totally willing to help.
I also have a kickass fashion sense and I play a little ukelele and if anyone's into shameless flattery I can spread it nice and thick... not that I assume those are, like, in demand for the purposes of not dying, but I'm just. Throwing it out there. Really, I'm a fan of being not-dead so I'm not ruling anything out. Penelope Garcia, at your service.
If nothing else, I could use a legit paying gig because my wardrobe is sorely lacking. And if I'm gonna die I'd much rather do it while looking spectacular.