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Caritas- Saturday from 8:22 on

Kitty had no reason to participate in 3 Minute Dates, but she'd still shown up to handle the bar, and because it was really potentially entertaining. Of course, if anyone asked she'd probably say something like she wanted to make sure no one got so angry at a date that they did damage to the bar or something.

The bar was open for post-daters, spectators, and people who'd just wandered in on Saturday night, and your bartender was eying the puppy thing like she expected him to do something weird(er) at any moment.

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"Or maybe you somehow tricked me into signing up, just so I'd be your last date and it wouldn't be a total waste of energy," Victor suggested helpfully. "And I like Jessica's style. There is the whole 'don't get mad, get even' theory."

"She ended up with a future date with Cade, so she can thank me later," Olive decided. "Did you end up with a promise for later from him? I saw he was one of your pre-Olive dates, right?"

She was striving to really not sound like a stalker, here, what with noticing who he'd been speed-dating with.

"Jessica and Cade?" Wow, that was a pairing Victor did not see working. "That's like ... pouring gravy over lemon pie."

"But no, I think he's playing hard-to-get with me," he added. "What about you? I saw you got Loki."

He said that with faint, if puzzled distaste. Victor didn't get Loki. He didn't think he was evil, exactly, just bizarre.

"That sounds like something you'd eat," Olive pointed out, lifting a brow. "And alas, I'm not sure Loki and I are meant to be. He was on his phone live-tweeting it the whole time, so god only knows what's floating out in the Twitterverse about me now. Though he did take a moment to tell me I'm pretty, so, hey, he could totally come back."

"Dude, no, everyone knows gravy goes on Fig Newtons," Victor told her, just to see what kind of face he could get out of her.

He reached into his pocket for his phone. "At least he has some taste. Do you want me to check what he wrote, or would you be happier not knowing?"

Olive made an impressive face, yes, but she was giggling as well. At least, initially. She eyed his phone. "I'm probably better off not knowing. I mean, it's Loki. It's probably something bizarrely out-of-touch with reality. Or else insulting. Neither one sounds like a great option. Do you actually follow his Twitter feed or were you just going to Google around until you found it?"

Because she would rather they didn't Google anything to do with her at all. Ever.

"Their software has a back door that will tell you where tweets were sent from," Victor explained, with a tiny smile. "I was going to go through that and sort to pull up things sent from the island in the last hour. But yeah, probably not worth it. Not for him."

Especially since it was technically hacking into private company data, but, details.

And okay, now she was looking somewhere between impressed and touched. She took a sip of her totally-boozey-really drink to cover up the severe dorkface that she'd probably just started sporting. "You were gonna hack into Twitter for me?" she asked. "Aww. Man, that is a slippery slope. I need to resist the temptation to ask you to hack all kinds of stuff for my convenience."

"The sad thing is, if I don't think it's anything I'd go to jail to, I'd probably do it," Victor told her, looking equally dorky. "So just don't ask me to erase your parking tickets or whatever, and I'll be your geek on call."

"Oh, no, I'm pretty straight-laced, legally speaking," Olive assured him. "And you can't un-expel me, so that's out of the question. Plus, if we did that, I'd go back to Ojai, and...I really don't want that. For a lot of reasons."

Both good and bad. At the moment, she was concentrating on the good.

"Which is good," Victor told her sincerely. "Because I'd be all conflicted if you asked me to try to help you get home. I mean, I'd want to help, but ... I don't want you to go."

He cleared his throat, embarrassed. "But, uh, yeah. Lucky thing I don't have magic un-expel-Olive powers."

[OOC: Night!]

Olive leaned her chin in her hand, smiling at him. She really had to stop, because they'd talked about this (sort of) and she needed to stop getting her hopes up. Besides, she was still hiding a pretty huge secret from him, and Olive was reasonably sure that if he knew why she was really expelled, he'd stop saying cute things like that.

"I'd feel bad about making you behave irresponsibly," she said solemnly, nodding her head. "So, hey, I know nothing about this kind of thing. Is there a way you could...I dunno, remotely hack servers or something and delete every copy of a photo or video or something floating around on the internet?"

Just curious.

[sleep well!]

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"Probably?" Victor said, thinking about it. "The problem would be the copies behind a password wall that wouldn't show up on searches. Or the people who messed around with it in an editing program just enough that it didn't show up as being the same file anymore. But if you put enough time into it" -- and didn't mind hacking into a whole bunch of directories you had no business being in -- "it's not impossible."

He glanced over, curious. "What, did somebody stick your burlesque show online?"

Olive shrugged. "I'm sure someone did, but I haven't gone looking. I'm just curious as to the extent of work you'd have to put into it." She was more worried about the pictures of her that might be floating around than the pep rally. "Do you do that kind of thing a lot? Hack into places you probably shouldn't be?"

"Actually not," Victor said honestly. "I download a lot of movies and music, but I don't really have the hacker gene. I don't think taking Amazon down for an afternoon just to piss people off is, like, making some major statement about civilization. Anyhow, there are way more fun things to do, you know?"

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"Like going outside?" she teased lightly. "But yeah. I just keep thinking that if I could do what you can do -- the computer stuff, the sparks, all that -- I'd just find a reason to do something fun and show-offy every opportunity I had. But yeah, random destruction of virtual property doesn't really rev my engine, either, so to speak."

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"There's an outside?" Victor teased back, equally lightly, before going thoughtful. "I dunno, it's just kind of ... tacky, to show off too much when you don't need to. Like flashing money around or always talking about how important your dad is."

"Besides, people tend to freak out a little bit if you start shooting sparks at them just because you're bored."

"I, for one, would find it impressive," Olive declared. "Unsettling at first, sure, but also impressive. I get that, though. I think I just have powers envy. Because seriously, if I could...I dunno, fly or something? My life would just be like more awesome to the nth power."

What a nerdy way to phrase that, Olive.

The dorkiness of that phrasing made Victor smile, even if there was something a little tight around his eyes. He could see where life on the island, where you saw all the benefits and none of the drawbacks, would make being a superhuman seem really appealing.

"There are people who do awesome stuff without powers," he said lightly. "You could become a gymnast or a spy or an archer or something and fight crime that way. It'd be badass."

Olive wasn't always the most perceptive person, but...well, she liked looking at Victor's face, okay? So she noticed subtle changes, when they occurred. It was enough to make her think that maybe hailing the glories of superhumanity might be something to steer away from, for the moment.

"I'd make an awesome spy," she decided. "Even if I can't fly, I can Mata Hari it up like nobody's business."

...based on prior experience, honestly, she probably wouldn't be bad.

"Was she the one who danced around with veils and got guys to tell their secrets?" Victor checked. "Because yeah, I could see you doing that."

It might make for interesting mental fodder later, when he was alone and she was thinking about him and Cade.

"I could use all of the allure I don't have," she said, nodding. And she was sticking to that story, yep. "And you could be my backup, somewhere in a van, hacking into security systems and talking to me via a teeny-tiny earpiece. We'd make an awesome spying team." She tapped her chin. "I have no idea who we'd spy on, but still."

"We could open a detective agency and spy for pay," Victor suggested, not terribly seriously. "Maybe get somebody to be muscle for us so we can back you up without me leaving the van, and we'd be totally set to make a fortune. "

"Cade?" she wondered. "I feel like that's not a dude to go into business with, though. Just a hunch. Maybe Jim? And then by day I could do the books for us so we don't have to split it another way. I do think we have to use old-timey private eye slang, though. That's totally a stipulation."

"Jim," Victor agreed firmly. "Do you know old-timey slang? I know 'dame' and 'gams' and 'cool it' but ... that's about it. But I would be willing to learn."

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