"Oh." Newt said in surprise. "Hello. I haven't seen you around since I let you into your room the other day."
He'd also been thinking since then. The Cellophane Monster Inciden (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/39961.html#cutid1) had been successfully repressed, but he was beginning to recall the ideas he'd been toying with around the time. Newt wasn't sure if it was unnecessary paranoia to say that everything he tried to do failed, but... well, he'd suspected it ever since that faulty transistor radio he'd made as a lad. The joke one that the magazine promised was completely and absolutely guaranteed not to work. The one that had picked up Radio Moscow.
It seemed as though every time he'd had a chance to take his theory further, something had happened to interfere - vis, the notpocalypse (which was still hazy in his memory), and the Cellophane Monster Incident, and countless other things. It was as though something was... hiding.
"I was actually just here to do something about the lightbulb," he added absently, "people have been complaining."
And it was relatively harmless, and if he concentrated very hard on not paying attention to his little, er, problem, maybe he'd actually get some evidence this time.
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Date: 2006-07-07 12:37 pm (UTC)He'd also been thinking since then. The Cellophane Monster Inciden (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/39961.html#cutid1) had been successfully repressed, but he was beginning to recall the ideas he'd been toying with around the time. Newt wasn't sure if it was unnecessary paranoia to say that everything he tried to do failed, but... well, he'd suspected it ever since that faulty transistor radio he'd made as a lad. The joke one that the magazine promised was completely and absolutely guaranteed not to work. The one that had picked up Radio Moscow.
It seemed as though every time he'd had a chance to take his theory further, something had happened to interfere - vis, the notpocalypse (which was still hazy in his memory), and the Cellophane Monster Incident, and countless other things. It was as though something was... hiding.
"I was actually just here to do something about the lightbulb," he added absently, "people have been complaining."
And it was relatively harmless, and if he concentrated very hard on not paying attention to his little, er, problem, maybe he'd actually get some evidence this time.