[These City standard issued devices will be the death of her patience one of these days. They're so limited in scope and use and finding parts that seem likely enough to work so she can upgrade them to something closer to the ones at home is difficult. She's been through almost every electronic store in town and no one has the ability to help her. Everybody just shrugs and tells her to deal with it. There is no dealing with it, but fine. She can just do this by her lonesome. This is what makes her check inside an old, abandoned car on the side of the road, an unremarkable car that clearly has no owner. There's a radio still in it and she could probably yank the antenna off it and a few wires and maybe some other things, but her attention is pulled to something on the passenger seat that catches the afternoon sunlight in a particular way.
And while she's kept her distance from Anonymous, Uhura certainly didn't miss the fact they've been looking for these gaudy fingernails. Her first mistake, though, is touching them.]
[audio; anti-khan filter]
[There's fumbling and the device is dropped at least once before Uhura sighs in frustration and just begins talking. She sounds far away from the mic and well, so be it. That stupid communicator will just have to stay on the ground for now.]
I'm looking from someone from Anonymous. I believe I have something that belongs to you.
[action]
It could be worse. She could have been turned into an animal or driven to dance all day like somebody else on the Network, but this? These foot-long fingernails are still annoying. It's all good if she has an itch or needs to scratch her way out of a fight, but these nails get in the way of everything and biting them doesn't help. She's tried. A few times. Never let it be said the woman isn't stubborn to the impossibilities.
Too bad she put the stupid things in her pocket before her own nails grew to ridiculous lengths. How is she going to get any work done? How is she going to get into her apartment when her keys are right next to the nails in her pocket?
Sitting on a bench by the fountain seems like the best way to spend her time while she waits for help and somebody to come get these things off of her.
[ooc: And another curse piece found, so if you touch her, you too will have glorious cat claws for 24 hours :3]
And while she's kept her distance from Anonymous, Uhura certainly didn't miss the fact they've been looking for these gaudy fingernails. Her first mistake, though, is touching them.]
[audio; anti-khan filter]
[There's fumbling and the device is dropped at least once before Uhura sighs in frustration and just begins talking. She sounds far away from the mic and well, so be it. That stupid communicator will just have to stay on the ground for now.]
I'm looking from someone from Anonymous. I believe I have something that belongs to you.
[action]
It could be worse. She could have been turned into an animal or driven to dance all day like somebody else on the Network, but this? These foot-long fingernails are still annoying. It's all good if she has an itch or needs to scratch her way out of a fight, but these nails get in the way of everything and biting them doesn't help. She's tried. A few times. Never let it be said the woman isn't stubborn to the impossibilities.
Too bad she put the stupid things in her pocket before her own nails grew to ridiculous lengths. How is she going to get any work done? How is she going to get into her apartment when her keys are right next to the nails in her pocket?
Sitting on a bench by the fountain seems like the best way to spend her time while she waits for help and somebody to come get these things off of her.
[ooc: And another curse piece found, so if you touch her, you too will have glorious cat claws for 24 hours :3]
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