[center][color=4f4a5c]Abby[/color]
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[sub][right]Interacting with: Pearl (NPC), and a text sent to Alistair [@Mchaggis] and Theo [@MiddleEarthRoze][/right][/sub]
Abby tossed her phone between her hands. Pearl paced around the kitchen, a habit from her time as a human. The two of them had gotten into the small home late the night before, rested from their travels and had been up and about early enough to hear the broadcast. Pearl was young enough that she had been turned after the advent of Google, a stock that Abby had been smart enough to invest in on the ground floor (thank god for fake identities). 

Pearl understood the science of the internet better than Abby, who picked Pearl's brain regularly on that sort of thing. There was so much to keep up with. Radio and Television were easy enough. Abby liked both of them. The internet though was much bigger and faster. She had found a few websites that she liked such as Tumblr and LJ. Then there were the ones she found annoying, Twitter, Reddit, 4chan. Pearl knew how to deal with those at least.

Between the two of them, they kept a good eye on the internet. It was a useful resource and a lot of the time is how they found young fledgling confused vampires or dhamires. A question to yahoo answers was sometimes answered with a knock at the door. Much more convenient than waiting for something bad to happen and then doing damage control after the fact. 

"So much for damage control," Abby said. Pearl started a pot of tea. 

Seven-hundred years of trying to prevent just this from happening. Seven-hundred years of pulling vampires from dangerous situations and keeping them from contacting their living family. Seven-hundred years of finding half-breeds forgotten by their sires before things could get out of hand. Seven-hundred years were crashing around Abby. At least it wasn't a vampire's fault, but now they had to do the cleanup. 

"I haven't been in London for too long. I don't know which contacts are even still good here. Well other than Alistair. I know there is the prosecutor's office, but I don't know anything about them. Are they human? Do they have Other sympathies?" Abby knew Pearl was listening, despite her not participating in the conversation. That was because Abby thought out loud often, she could keep it in check when needed, but she preferred to talk to someone. "I'm gonna text, Alistair." 

She stopped tossing her phone and pulled up the messaging app. "I'm in town. I heard the radio takeover. The Collective is gonna freak. We should meet. What can I do to help? When works for you?" Was Alistair even wanting to get involved? He hadn't been all that active in years. But he knew Edgetoun better than she did. He had his nose in all sorts of business. Alistair always had, and would always be a gossip. She could at least get a temperature check from him.

"I also need to see that cousin of mine." Abby bit her lip and stared at her phone. How long had it been? She typed up "Hey cuz. Long time no see. I'm in town, want to get a drink?"