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The areas turned out to be residential, and every home Leah tried had a personal computer. None, however, had any electricty coming into their (twin round pin) mains sockets, so trying to find people online was out, even if she could use a foreigncomputer with no access software.

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So instead she started collecting batteries and settled down in one of the more secure first floor flats to pull apart a hifi system and construct a useable Short Wave radio. This she tuned through miles of thick white noise while adding a transmitter.

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The morse code transmitter is easy. It's a few days and a lot of cannibalised electrical appliances before she perfects a battery powered motion device that will keep the SOS code on a loop on a fixed frequency, but she manages that.

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That channel stays open while she starts building a new radio.

[OOC: very much open, but please do not tag if your character would be able to locate and rescue Leah. I want to keep her lost for a while]

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"Yeah, my imagination wasn't at work that day," Leah admits.

"So Oracle huh - not a psychic?"

"The next best thing," Barbara laughs. "Information specialist. 'The eyes of Oracle are everywhere' and all that. I'm not used to operating as openly as I've been forced to here. Back home I'm mostly a phantom to both sides."

"Hood," Leah muses. "We'd usedta divide people back home into Hood and Cape. I tried the public eye for about three years 'fore I decided I hated it."

"I loved it while I could do it," Babs idly runs a hand across the arm of her chair. "That's not really an option anymore so now I do this."

"Loved the attention or the work?"

Leah cocks her head towards the radio, suddenly interested. That's very very familiar.

"Both," Barbara admits. "I used to be quite the adrenaline junkie." Which was true except for the 'used to' part.

Leah sighs, a sympathetic nerve well and truly hit.

"I used to get off on the mystery. Action's great, but there was always something about the thrill of the secret that the spandex crowd just couldn't get - knowing I was untouchable 'cause they couldn't see me."

A beat, and she snorts at the irony.

"I know a couple of those," Barbara thinks back. "I suppose I was always a little too flashy for my own good."

"Nothing wrong with flashy," Leah says. "Gets the job done when all you need is to flash a set of fishnets and you're dealing with total surrender."

"Those were the days," Babs reminisces. "Though I suppose that doing what I do now is a bit more useful."

Leah's smile is evident in her voice.

"Nowhere near as satisfying, though."

"Well, there is that." She shakes her head, "No point dwelling on the past though. I'm probably going to lose you pretty soon. I'll probably be able to pick up your signal, but not get one back to you until I can get another satellite into position."

"Got nothing else to do than talk," Leah admits. "I'll keep this frequency open much as I can - can you stick some permanent output on so I can mark when I lose you and get you back?"

Barbara's fingers twitch across her keys. "I hope you like books on tape."

"Couldn't live without them," Leah says happily. She'll probably ending up keeping the volume down so she can concentrate, but there's nothing like reliable radio drama when she needs it.

"One hundred hours of literary greatness coming right up." And good to her word she loads up a constant broadcast to run in the background on their chosen frequency.