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Down the street, passed the same shops. The wig store playfully named Harriette. A Chinese market where the lady at the cash register was always yelling at some stock boy in Cantonese or whatever. A second hand clothing shop. Some new urban bar/grill thing with large windows and waitresses that were forced to wear short black dress two sizes to small for them. She would continue till the train, then probably turn around and head home if nothing exciting happened. Which it wouldn't, she knew that.

Her brisk walking speed was cut short as she found herself waiting behind a jumble of people in suits and fancy shoes, who were stepping over a homeless man sleeping directly in front of a Starbucks. She stood anxiously for a moment waiting for the people in front of her, when suddenly, she was struck with a dirty crumply peace of paper that covered most of her face. For a moment, she didn't move...Then the moment passed. She pulled it off, leaving behind a look of disgust that was mostly only visible in her eyes and the way was bearing her teeth. 

It was a home made flier with little rip tabs at the bottom that had an email address printed on them. She stopped and stood in the middle of the side walk creating yet another obstacle, in addition to the homeless man, that people had to now negotiate. She smoothed the paper out and looked at it.

"Time travel!" She laughed out lowed which attracted some attention. Not as much as might be expected, but some.

"Sure" she thought. "Why not? This'll be good for a laugh...Well, another laugh anyways."

Katie folded the flier up nicely and put it in her pocket before awkwardly stepping over the homeless man and going into Starbucks.

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Katie Well sat not blinking. Her mouth slung slightly open and her eyes squinted unsymmetricaly while she scrolled through her always tedious Facebook posts. She, like so many others, did this every day. Often for hours at a time and usually more than twice.

Nothing on the screen ever really caught her interest.  Maybe a cat video or two would occupied her for a few minutes. Perhaps some short, pixelated montage of people hurting themselves. A meme about shoes. Nothing terribly interesting. But for some reason, she kept looking through the posts. Not that she ever even considered "why" herself. It was automatic.

One slightly odd thing that happen during this masochistic ritual, usually when something on the screen offered any measurable level of interest, was that her dry facial expression would undergo a subtle kind of spasm. The result of which shifted the angle of her glassy, lopsided stair from left to right or from right to left, depending. This time, her bazaar little twinge was simply the result of  noticing the clock in the bottom right hand corner of the screen.

"2 hours" she thought to herself. "I have been doing this for 2 hours."

She rubbed her face violently before her body shot up out of its chair and began doing things. Things that were not at all surprising to her, being that as far as she could tell, she was the one in charge of it. But things that would have seemed quite sporadic and possibly a little bit concerning to anyone else present. Luckily however, as she gracelessly moved through the main room of her small apartment, no one else was.

Katie had decided to go for a walk. She hadn't decided where she was going to walk to. She hadn't decided what she might want to do when she got there. She hadn't really made any other decisions at all much beyond going for a walk and the ones she would have to make in order to accomplish that. Shoes? Jacket? Hat? no, no hat. Well, maybe hat. OK yes, hat.

It wasn't long before she had made it out the door and was purposefully walking nowhere in particular. But no where particular quickly became the same places she always goes when she goes for a walks.









   

---Pro Log---

*Urgently Wanted!! Fearless female companion for time travel experiment!*   

I am seeking an assistant for a series of experiments involving time travel. Well, not "Time Travel" so much as: experiments dealing with the cascading paradoxical affect on timelines resulting from non linear movement across Cartesian Dimensions with respect to time. Or as I am calling it C.P.A.T. - R.N.L. - M.A.C.D.

What I need is a smallish female assistant who is not afraid of time paradoxes (or time travel aliens) and who has her own reliable transportation. I say smallish because the Shift Gate housing can not accommodate a biological entity that exceeds a specific space to mass ratio and I feel like it is inappropriate to refer to a women's size and weight as a measure of mass.

A short over view.

We will be traveling froward in time, I will be making some alterations and then we will be traveling forward in time again to observe those alterations and record their affect. Your responsibilities will be to stand guard, provide sit reps (situation reports) wile I work and you would also have to make mental notes of any strange occurrences during travel so we can compare our experiences later. Backward travel is NOT recommended because it creates a potential for paradoxical movement with in the static time dimensions. So we'll avoid traveling backwards as much as possible. That said, the possibility exists that we may have to travel back wards due to some kind of emergency and because of this, you must be ready for the consequences that may arise. IE the ultimate corruption of YOUR timeline, resulting in the destruction of everything everywhere and everywhen.

There may be an unforeseeable level of combat danger associated with this too so it's important that you are both street smart and have one or more weapon proficiency. Nunchucks, Shot Gun, Throwing Stars ect.

Math skills are an asset as there may be a need to do some hyper time calculations and any one who has any experience with temporal fields would be considered more desirable.

If you are interested, please e-mail me some contact information in response to this posting and I will get back to you with instructions on how to begin the application process.