The Causeway, Thursday Afternoon

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

There was a man with a laptop and some less identifiable electronics sitting near the edge of the causeway, mostly out of sight, studying his screen intently. Every once in a while, he'd look up, a narrow frown creasing his face, the occasional shimmer of blue stealing through the air.

This was Cable's spring break.

Of a kind. His mind was bustling with the edge of static again.

[ open if anyone is going wandering down the causeway and actually spots the big guy ]