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fh_bdeIt was pretty obvious from the Powerpoint presentation, but the Portalocity gnome said it anyway:
“We’re bollocksed.”
The tech support gnome who’d been giving the report turned pale and nodded. The Portalocity gnome looked down at his spreadsheets. “Last year we had 300 million travelers use our services between American Thanksgiving and the New Year. We have almost that many booked already. And you’re saying that the system will take--”
“Five percent of that,” tech support replied. “At most. The multiverse has become unstable. There are whole swathes that have just disappeared entirely.”
He ducked his head at the strength of the glares directed at him. “It’s not us! Our servers are robust! It’s the universe that’s broken.”
The Portalocity gnome gave him a baleful look. “I’m sure that will go over well with our customers.”
“The ones that are left, anyway,” tech support muttered as the gnome stomped off toward public relations:
( This was not going to be pretty )
The gnome sighed. "Get public relations more Zima from whatever universe still sells that dreck. This is going to be ugly."
[OOC: And this serves as your IG warning that after Sunday, NPCs are stuck in their own universes.]
“We’re bollocksed.”
The tech support gnome who’d been giving the report turned pale and nodded. The Portalocity gnome looked down at his spreadsheets. “Last year we had 300 million travelers use our services between American Thanksgiving and the New Year. We have almost that many booked already. And you’re saying that the system will take--”
“Five percent of that,” tech support replied. “At most. The multiverse has become unstable. There are whole swathes that have just disappeared entirely.”
He ducked his head at the strength of the glares directed at him. “It’s not us! Our servers are robust! It’s the universe that’s broken.”
The Portalocity gnome gave him a baleful look. “I’m sure that will go over well with our customers.”
“The ones that are left, anyway,” tech support muttered as the gnome stomped off toward public relations:
( This was not going to be pretty )
The gnome sighed. "Get public relations more Zima from whatever universe still sells that dreck. This is going to be ugly."
[OOC: And this serves as your IG warning that after Sunday, NPCs are stuck in their own universes.]