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She had been having a pleasant night’s sleep for once.
She had managed to take enough Nyquil to slow her thinking so she could get ready for a conference she couldn't afford to doze off at.
So of course the universe decided to be an ass and have her phone start ringing at 2 in the morning.
Sleep never came easy for Cheryl – or as she was more famously known as Brainbook – given her heightened Intellect cursing her to always have constant activity going on. She had found ways to manage; soothing teas, meditation, breathing exercises, and Nyquil. Like so much Nyquil. Like enough Nyquil to knock out a kaiju.
But her go-to method of ensuring she wouldn't go insane from sleep deprivation was always having her phone on silent before knocking out for the night.
But clearly in her haste, finishing up after a hostage negotiation at the bank, she must've forgotten to mute it.
And now she pays the price…
Phone still buzzing away on her nightstand, she reaches out and grabs her glasses and puts them on, and checks her phone.
A blank user icon with the words “Katon-Ur is calling you” underneath it fills the screen.
She was mildly surprised to see his name; they hadn't spoken since the rest of the A-Team decided to drop him after his split with Blazer. She’d only heard murmurs and gossip past that point, and it seemed like he's really been thriving with the Z-Team, even getting out of his funk and forming a close friendship with another Z-Teamer.
She's happy he's improved himself, but her tiredness muffled most of that out for annoyance
“Of all the times…” She sighs, accepting the call and bringing her phone to her ear.
“Phenomaman?” She asks, voice a little louder since she knows he has his call volume on low. He always messes with it and never remembers how to change it back.
“Greetings Mrs. Book. I apologise for my less than stellar timing, but I need your assistance with something” Phenomaman’s voice came through, his old bravo and lingering apathy mixing to create an emotion somehow completely foreign but also familiar.
“Less than stellar–” She exclaims, before taking a moment. Breath Cheryl, she thinks, taking a deep breath and then an even deeper exhale. “Sure Ur, what's wrong?”
“Well you see, some co-workers of mine informed me of numerical problem, and despite several internet searches and visits to the local library, all my efforts have yielded less than helpful results.”
“Well, what was the question?” She asks, leaning up a bit, intrigued.
“It is a quantity issue involving a Marmota Monax, or more commonly known as a Groundhog or Woodchuck…”
And it was at that moment that Brainbook deeply regretted not having her phone on mute.