#askgcbc

It's me thats who

Where did everybody go? Did I miss a reply somewhere? Please note me or something! :C

Cell fidgeted nervously in her seat at the little coffee shop, fingers tapping on the notebook she'd set on the table before her. It was a nice public place, just after the lunch rush, the bench seat plainly visible from the main counter and the door just beyond that. All in all, for meeting a near-stranger from the internet, she couldn't think of a better situation for such a thing. Really, when she'd asked her chat buddy what he thought an officer of the law would think in a murder-possible-homicide situation, she hadn't been expecting the typographical third degree. He mentioned once or twice he had experience in law enforcement, she figured he'd be the perfect source to ask for information to apply to her latest mystery-horror novella. The only way to finally get him to calm down was to agree to a meeting, which was starting to look more and more shady the more she let herself think on the whole deal. "Man, I should not have got the triple-shot caramel machiatto..."

((*internally fangirling*))

"Oh hi, guys! How are yo- wait... Are unlicensed spaceships illegal?" His eyes shift suspiciously left and right, "Not that there are any of those here. Because there aren't. I promise!"