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[trickswithsticks]

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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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[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Picture a long stretch of road in the middle of Nothingville leading from nowhere to nowhere. Nothing is on this road. That won't last long.

First, there is the music. Loud. ACDC. Deeply ironic.

Then, the car. A 1967 Chevrolet Impala, liscense plates 'KAZ 2Y5'.

Mood established, the narration now brings your attention to the woman clambering out of that car which is playing that music. Using her amazing detective skills, she has noted the following things: the car that was behind her just vanished; also that truck coming from the other direction; not to mention the road signs are significantly more battered; not to mention it was sundown a minute ago and now it's freakin' noon.

Faced with such irrefutable facts, she does the only thing a normal, rational human being could do:

"What," she says very loudly, "the fuck?"