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Dite's Decadent Delights; Friday [ 09/11 ].

Typically, Valentine didn't bring her laptop with her to Dite's shop; there were usually more than enough things to keep her entertained and distracted from her tendency to browse, but today was an exception. To her credit, though, she was working on writing something, but as to what it was, she wasn't about to tell anyone.

She was not about to neglect her dedication for featuring thematic devices. Quite the opposite, in fact. For today, on display at the counter, she had the Sinulator, a device that you plugged into your computer so that someone else, over the magicks of teh Intrawebz, could control the vibe and movement of it. There was even a name involved in the development of such products: teledildonics.

The Internet: not only for porn, but taking it to new interactive levels. It was beautiful, really.

Dite's Decadent Delights is open!

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It had been a long time since Jack bothered Valentine outside class. If finding her on Friday meant going to the shop that still made his Victorian ears go a little pink -- he'd call that yet another piece of his education.

"Hello," he said, before the Sinulator grabbed his attention. "Do I even want to ask what that is?"

He understood the basic shape. The wires were the confounding bit.

Valentine couldn't help grinning a little as the device succeeded to snag attention. "Teledildonics," she said, savoring the word. "Another shining example of how even the most advanced technology will be used for the most carnal instincts. That is the Sinulator. Through it and the wonders of the Internet, someone controls the vibration and the speed."

Modern times were confusing.

"You're joking," was what Jack said first, and more or less automatically. "It's like making love to someone from a distance? I suppose I'm supposed to say technology is amazing, but that just sounds uncomfortable."

"Apparently, some people find actual human contact more uncomfortable," Valentine said, "or just that it's simply easier to avoid it when you can just rely on this. If you don't believe me, maybe we can hook it up and I'll show you how it works. But I wouldn't want to make your primitive mind explode, Jack."

If she hadn't called him primitive, even as a joke, he wouldn't have called her bluff.

"Fine," he said. "Show me. I live to learn."

With a snort as Jack took the bluff, Valentine grinned, and held out her hand. "You still have that Blackberry phone on you?"

"Always," he said curiously as he dug into his pocket for the thing, then placed it in her hand. "I take it you need it."

[NIGHT.]

"If you trust me to disappear with it for a few minutes, anyway," Valentine said. "I figured it's be easier for me to be at the helm since I already know how the controls work."

Jack mock-sighed to show how very put out by this suggestion he was. "Oh, I suppose," he said. "On my end, I just hold the device?"

Valentine grinned. "The idea is to do more than just hold it," she said, "but for our purposes, that should probably work. I'm going to take this," she held up his Blackberry, "outside and across the street."

And, with that, she sort of bounced out of the shop to do just that.

It was at least five minutes, to take take care of the necessary connections or whatever, plus a few just to leave Jack waiting and catch him at least a little off guard, until she had the control panel hooked up from where she was and started the thing to vibrate.

~~Public comm.~~

It really was a surprisingly long time, and Jack had gotten bored of looking at the thing and was flipping through a magazine by the time the thing started vibrating its way across the counter.

He let out a surprised yelp at the noise (and was grateful no one was there to hear it), then picked it up. Curiously, he held it against the palm of one hand, then ran it up his arm.

The thing tickled.

After a little bit of playing with erratic speeds, and then a little bit in some random Morse code, Valentine poked her head back into the shop with a grin. "It worked, right?"

"It skittered about like a not-terribly-bright toy," Jack said, with half a smile. "I can't testify to its principle use."

"Oh, come on, Jack," Valentine said. "You've got an imagination. You can figure it out."

She drifted back over to the counter, fiddling a short message in Morse code again through the vibrations of the device, and then handing the Blackberry back.

"And maybe you're the not terribly bright one. It just quoted Shakespeare, I'll have you know."

Jack rolled his eyes. "I know what it is, I just meant I couldn't speak to it personally." Grow up, Valentine.

He looked at the device. "The wriggles were quoting Shakespeare?" If he'd known Morse code, he might have understood how, but Samuel Morse was American. Telegraphs in his world used a different system.

"In Morse code," Valentine said with a nod. "'To be or not to be.' It's a system of communication done through a code of short and long sounds."

"... hunh," Jack said. "For -- signalling? We have something like that for telegraphs."

"Exactly," Valentine grinned. "Used mostly by ships, I think, but it's such an archaic form of communication that I'm not really sure. I mostly just picked it up when I was little because I thought it would be fun."

NEEEEERD.

Jack considered this, then: "Spell my name. Not with the vibrator, just -- how would it sound?"

He would have asked for hers, but hers was long.

"I'm not beeping it myself," Valentine warned with a grin and, instead, went ahead and knocked out the rhythm for Jack's name in Morse code on the counter.

Jack repeated the rhythm. "I'm disappointed you didn't say the beeps," he joked. "Yours?"

Valentine didn't even need to think before she started knocking again. With how many times she worked with codes with her brothers when they were little, it was basically ingrained in her head.

"No beeping; I'm not about to stand here and sound like an idiot trying to spell out a name as long as mine in Morse."

Edited 2009-09-13 02:31 (UTC)

"Even if I promised I wouldn't laugh?"

He so would, was the thing.

"That would depend on me actually believing that, though, wouldn't it?" Valentine asked with a curious tilt of her head and a grin that ruined any chances she had of making that thoughtfulness sound sincere.

Jack had to laugh at that grin. "Oh, probably," he had to admit. "I won't work too hard to convince you. So how are you, besides selling communication devices cleverly disguised as sex toys?"

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