Who: Dairine and Adam What: Things! For someone who just seemed to be sitting casually in a coffee shop, there was a lot of computer equipment. Spot sat open on the table, running manual functions. Beside him waited a long keyboard with far too many keys to be the standard QWERTY, each key inscribed with an Arabic-looking letter. One of the heavy wooden chairs housed a glass box, glowing and humming with silent energy. In the middle of it all sat Dairine, her long legs folded up beneath her... read more
