Aww, Sollux's first power outage

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 Characters: Sollux and YOU!
Setting: Library, near computer terminals
Format: I'm going for prose, but will follow your lead.
Summary: Techie over here has his first power outage, and he's not happy about it.
Warnings: Language due to a very angry Sollux.



Sollux had never really had a power outage before. It never really happened to him, because frankly he doesn't trust his city's power grid and uses his own energy. Somehow. It's a sub-effect of apiculture networking, okay. So when the Tower's energy fizzles out, the annoyance he always feels when dealing with this aggravatingly primitive (and yet stubbornly resistant) computer terminal pretty much bubbles over.

"Dammit!" he yowled at the computer, pointedly ignoring the little 'Silence is Golden' plaque on the wall. (So ironic. Dave would be proud.)

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[froghunting.livejournal.com]

Hello angry voice in the room. Mercedes was more freaking out than p.o'd at the moment. Usable electricity wasn't exactly a thing where she's from, so she'd never thought it would simply stop working.

She sounded frantic! "Has something terrible happened?"

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If someone else had come in here, Sollux didn't notice it, which would explain the random squealing from somewhere in the room. After sending some more glares at the computer, he stood up and quickly located the source -- but this time the human had wings.

"Well, we're sitting in the dark for one thing," he grumbled. Though trolls had developed a good sense of night-vision since they pretty much lived in eternal night all the time, it was still quite an inconvenience.

[froghunting.livejournal.com]

"Does this happen often with this power source?" She is, by fear and instincts, heading toward the grumpy voice slowly, unable to see and very much in a jitter.

Stupid electricity and its not working! "This is troubling..."

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"How should I know? I've only been here a few days..." Slowly, his eyes are adjusting to the darkness, and he is looking around, trying to gain his bearings again. His eyes had grown adjusted to the light, but thirteen years of being nocturnal had its benefits, and it's ever so slightly becoming easier to see.

Eventually he catches sight of someone standing nearby. Wasn't a troll (there was obviously a distinct lack of horns), but... holy crap does she have wings?