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[trickswithsticks]

Leah can be and is incredibly systematic when it's necessary for her to be. Necessity long ago ingrained a habit of being super tidy when her home, and the flat she's squatting in right now speaks for that. Take the living room, for instance: everything of no use to her has been moved and stored in the second bedroom, and the dining table has been set out carefully as her work station, every tool with its own place. Her finished radio sits separately on the coffee table, near a nice long sofa that Leah sleeps on as many days as not, when she isn't out exploring.

It is, by her time, about 5am local time when she sits down and turns her dial to the scalpel-marked frequencies for first the Doctor, then Oracle. She even tries a few random frequencies.

"Anyone out there?"

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[shadelet.livejournal.com]

"I am!"

Says the coffee table.

More properly, underneath the coffee table.

[trickswithsticks]

"Jesus!"

Leah starts backwards against the sofa. That was in the same room as her. Fortunately, her stick is on her belt and her gun is stowed between the sofa cushio... her gun is in her hand, just for reassurance.

"How long have you been there?"

[shadelet.livejournal.com]

All of these are not a worry! Because they are for people who are not intangible!

"Um... Just now? Like..." A moment of silence as she calculates. "Thirty seconds. Thirty one. Thirty two."

[trickswithsticks]

"All right."

Makes sense. Leah didn't hear the door open and she didn't hear any movement until now.

The hand not currently resting on gun touches the edge of the coffee table, exploring.

"Teleporter, huh?"

[shadelet.livejournal.com]

"Nope! I'm a spirit! My name's Penumbra."

O hay, exploring hand! Penumbra is now leaning out of your way, just out of reach.

[trickswithsticks]

"Hi, Penumbra," Leah says, and smiles into empty air. "What kinda spirit?"

[shadelet.livejournal.com]

"Shade. What's your name?" This is important! It is hard to talk to someone if you don't know their name!

[trickswithsticks]

"Leah," says Leah, who's not in costume and therefore has no need to be sly. "Are you under my table?"

[shadelet.livejournal.com]

"Yup! There's a shadow." She drifts up and out.

"Now I'm not," says the space beside Leah.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

At his most current location, the House on the Rock in Wisconsin, the Bunny is lounging out of Lookout Point, gazing down through the glass at the critters below. When his ears pick up a radio signal on the usual band, he can't help but crack a smile.

"Depends on yer definition of anyone."

[trickswithsticks]

"All right," Leah says, leaning back against the sofa to enjoy a new conversation. "What's your definition?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

He begins to stroll back down the glass walkway, idle movement to make himself feel better.

"Well, do you have to be alive, to be anyone? Thinking, breathing, growing tissue? You can have conscience without humanity, you know."

[trickswithsticks]

"No shit," Leah remarks to the last. "Am I talking to a ghost or an AI, here?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

He pauses for a moment. Most people don't pick it up so quickly. "AI."

[trickswithsticks]

Leah's never been known for being slow.

"You gotta specific purpose or are we talking sentience and free will?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"There's a purpose. Quite a number of them. But I still have mostly free will if you aren't a big fat man ina red suit or a member of Baywatch."

He pauses.

"Or a telemarketer." There is hate in that word.

[trickswithsticks]

Leah laughs. "Yeah, they're the biggest evil in the world, right there."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Barbara's frequency has been broadcasting books on tape since she set it up, but at Leah's broadcast her voice comes online.

"This is Oracle. What's your status, Innovator?"

[trickswithsticks]

"Bloody hungry," Leah complains, "and bored of Tolstoy. You could at least have given me the Russian."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Babs laughs, the sound odd coming through the voice distortion. "[I didn't know you were a linguist too,]" she says in Russian.

[trickswithsticks]

"[I've had friends.]" Leah's accent is terrible, for what it's worth. "[I just think it's a sexy language to listen to.]"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"[Well, they're a hobby of mine. You want to give me a list? I can put some new books in the rotation.]"

[trickswithsticks]

"[Between you and the Doctor, you're spoiling me,]" Leah says, and switches to English. "All right, I'm a big fan of Dumas, if you have him. Also Verne, Wells, any of that Steampunky area."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Should have figured that," Barbara nods, shifting her reading queue around a bit. "And I think we can handle that."

[trickswithsticks]

"Brilliant," Leah says happily. "Oh and talking of languages, I'm probably in an area where German is the predominant language. Either that or there were immigrants living next door. I'll have that confirmed for ya by tomorrow, all right?"