Fashion Plate: Chapter Five

[the_siobhan]

Dione! Bed!

Turning off my alarm clock for tomorrow because oucyh.

I was on a Zoom meeting. Or as I like to think of them, Yet Another Fucking Zoom Meeting.

I waited patiently - again, entirely as usual - while tech support sorted out the standard tech issues. This time it was sound. We were all showing as fully connected but nobody could hear the presentation.

I sat playing with my pen and waiting for things to get started. The meeting was making a constant low-level hum in my headphones. On-screen I watched Sarah's beauty patch open and speak with crystal clarify.

"The human race is doomed."

The humming abruptly cut out and I heard our directors cheerful voice. "OK I htink that's sorted out and we're ready to get going. First of all I would like to start with a land acknowldegement that today we are meeting on the unceeded territories of the..."

I felt an icy trickle run down the back of my neck.

Sarah's beauty patch grinned widely on screen for the rest of the meeting.

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[greylock]

I waited patiently - again, entirely as usual - while tech support sorted out the standard tech issues. This time it was sound

I'm reading backwards, but at least try to lake it unrealistic!

And dreank lots of wattter,