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So maybe claiming she could find a fix for this was... hasty. Just a tad. It's not as simple as just undoing whatever you did, on account of she's got no idea what exactly she did in the first place. Barely touched one thing - but then it was already on the fritz before she even opened it up. Recipe for disaster, but you know what they say about hindsight.

That really is her, isn't it? From some other where or when, maybe, but definitely her.

...She eyes the accelerator. Little scared to dig back in there again - what if they wind up with three of them?

"Willing to bet it can do quite a lot of impossible things," she confesses, breathless, still a little thrown for a loop, though as always she tries her best to laugh around it. "'s not like I - uh, you... we ever got a proper manual for it - really wish we had, right about now!"

But there's never been any other chronal disability havers, far as she's aware. It's a lonely little club, it is. Consisting, apparently, of her and herself.

brynn isn't usually much of a library person, often preferring just to listen to her books to allow her to multitask as reading alone can make her feel so idle - but today, she's forced herself there not to check out anything, but to work outside of her apartment for once. her therapist recommended "getting out of her own space", and, so, for once, she's taking someone else's advice.

still, it doesn't feel that much different. she's hunched over her laptop in the same shitty posture as always, jaw locked in focus as her fingers tap away at the keys. it's all the same just in a more uncomfortable chair.

"oh my god." a gasp escapes her lips, heart skipping a beat as a stranger suddenly enters her sightline - was she always there and brynn was just too glued to her screen to even care? no, she definitely would have noticed. it's like... she just teleported, or something. "... sorry. i didn't see you. do you need something?" the words rush out, her heart still beating fast (even though, logically, it's silly to be scared, she literally has superpowers!) as she forces a polite smile.

"don't judge, okay?" she slides her laptop over to riley, bracing herself for whatever reaction comes as she instinctively clenches her jaw tight, picks at her nails. of course, her friend isn't exactly the viciously judgemental type like many in her line of work, but brynn respects her more than nearly anyone when it comes to creativity.

the screen displays a half dozen different logo designs for an upcoming project she's in charge of the launch of: "KenTECHy", which... certainly isn't a company she named. some guy named ken based in kentucky has a startup and thinks it's the most clever name in existence, refusing to change it regardless of the myriad other suggestions brynn and her team offered.

the logos are what someone might expect: an outline of kentucky with "KEN" scrawled in the center, one with his face in it, another that's just "KenTECHy" but the "C" is... supposed to be kentucky? somehow?

they're awful.

"they're putting it on me to choose the logo, and... i kind of think they're all terrible," she grimaces, awaiting riley's reaction. "you're more creative than any of the corporate robots i'm working with... can you help make something that won't totally humiliate us all? i'll pay you for your help, obviously." and treat them to a free shopping trip, and buy her as many more coffees as she wants while they're in the corner of this cafe. it's the least she can do for inflicting KenTECHy on them.

“ That suppressed smile worries me. “