business as usual?

[scarabsuited]

WHO: Selina, Jaime
WHERE: Out, about
WHEN: Tack it on for a super late night one of these days!
WARNINGS: Idk yet gosh
SUMMARY: Seriously this is the one time he's NOT looking for burglars to bust he just wants to get his paper done on time
FORMAT: No



Seriously now. Jaime Reyes has had alien technology fused to his brain and spine for years now, yet somehow logic still dictated he was going to wind up with printer issues the night before one of his three papers was due?

It's the universe's revenge for procrastinating by patrolling. Which, in turn, required counter-revenge by...by more patrolling on his way to find a shop still open that late to accommodate him. He was pretty sure it was going to end poorly, so at least he could skim around for something to take his aggression out on, right? Some common, everyday ne'er-do-wells of the burly, hairy variety, no doubt. The usual.

At that late hour, he could afford to fly low and not wind up causing a stir on the street. Scanning for open businesses was easier that way, too, so it was another win-win. Or...Or the only win-win, if the array of CLOSED signs to the electronic stores was anything to go by. Because that was definitely a lose-lose.

Wait, no. That'd make the whole night a win-lose, right?

Oh, man. I need to stop drinking coffee.

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[scarabsuited]

The screen flickered a few times before fading out entirely, and Jaime pulled the drive from his fingers and looked at it for a moment. Holding it back out to her, his shoulders lifted up with his breath.

"How else can I help?"

[meowminx]

She studied him for a minute. Hard for her to remember sometimes that there were people who weren't used to this crap. "They use the flash drives to avoid a hackable database. But maybe bugging the place could help."

[scarabsuited]

Bugging? Jaime frowned, looking over and down past the edge of the roof. Sure, he was Beetle, but...

"Yeah, maybe..." But he didn't have the means right then and there. Tim, perhaps. Or Ted. Ted was good with making the stuff.

"I'd have to get that stuff from someone else," Jaime admitted, looking back up. "All of my tech stays stuck on me.

[meowminx]

Selina nodded. "There are bigger fish then the middle men. But keeping tabs on them couldn't hurt."

[scarabsuited]

He looked a little disappointed. Middle men, huh... It's not like he could just swoop in, punch someone in the face and fix everything in a situation like that.

"I guess if you don't mind having another person in on this, I can get a hold of the materials..."

[meowminx]

"That's fine." She studied him for a moment. "Not really used to this sort of thing, huh?"

[scarabsuited]

"No," he admitted, letting his head drop a bit at that. "I've mostly just done the...rescue-someone-from-a-mugger, punch-an-alien-in-the-face, zap-a-giant-robot-or-dinosaur kinds of things. Everything being all up-front and in your face, you know?"

It felt a little weird, standing there discussing something like that.

"Well, anyway," he cleared his throat. "I'll see if Ted can help out with this, yeah?"