Fandom High Security Office: Friday

In any other situation, Bo would be rolling her eyes at the fact that Portalocity had never taken her off their spammy mailing list as requested.

When the message came through today, though, she couldn't help but a) be grateful they hadn't, b) freak the hell out, c) feel oddly guilty for yelling at them over something so miniscule, d) freak the hell out, and e) hit the internet even harder for anything she could find on these Auditor things Zoe had been told about.

Could they possibly be Fae? Except she wouldn't find that out on the web, because the Fae were all about keeping themselves a secret in her world.

Aaaand now she'd be slapping her forehead and pulling out her cell, because she knew someone who could tell her that, didn't she.

Aaaand now she'd be listening to what should have been Saskia's voicemail message say "Le numéro composé n'est pas en service..."

Aaaand now she'd be saying "Merde, merde, merde," only not in French.

[Open office is open!]

Fandom High Security Office: Friday

In any other situation, Bo would be rolling her eyes at the fact that Portalocity had never taken her off their spammy mailing list as requested.

When the message came through today, though, she couldn't help but a) be grateful they hadn't, b) freak the hell out, c) feel oddly guilty for yelling at them over something so miniscule, d) freak the hell out, and e) hit the internet even harder for anything she could find on these Auditor things Zoe had been told about.

Could they possibly be Fae? Except she wouldn't find that out on the web, because the Fae were all about keeping themselves a secret in her world.

Aaaand now she'd be slapping her forehead and pulling out her cell, because she knew someone who could tell her that, didn't she.

Aaaand now she'd be listening to what should have been Saskia's voicemail message say "Le numéro composé n'est pas en service..."

Aaaand now she'd be saying "Merde, merde, merde," only not in French.

[Open office is open!]