Where: Greenview Fun Palace Who: Wren @crwnofthcrns
"You know I'm supposed to be closing soon- I already had most of the extra staff go home that wasn't important for the blacklight bowl thing I said the high school band could use the place for tonight- which I mean, is probably why you're here now, now that I say it out loud, because you're like, really good at turning up when next to nobody else is here, making me question if maybe you're like... a figment of my imagination." It's almost worth asking Tilt how he knows the person who's triggered the bell above the door is Wren of all people, when he's halfway buried in the underside of an arcade cabinet, until the mirror posted above the row of games quickly answers any curiosity to his potential clairvoyance.
"How's it hangin', Birdgirl? Any hot gossip from this realm or beyond?" He scoots out from where he'd been working, sitting up with a groan and writing a note on the pad nearby for the maintenance staff. Looks like a burned out motherboard. I'll order a new one off eBay this week- just keep it Out of Order. -T.W. "I swear, I've got gremlins or something- every few days at least one of these things goes on the fritz."