Stark Industries, Tuesday, Oct. 30

[ultron_junior]

You're wet, the shop AI informed Victor as he came in from the rain this morning. Paper towels are in the third cabinet to the left. Do not touch the electrical gear with wet hands. You could create a supercircuit and destroy several thousand dollars worth of equipment.

"I know that," Victor said in response, making a beeline for the towels.

Given you're apparently unable to use an umbrella, I wasn't sure.

Victor sighed and, once he was thoroughly dry, went back to work on his homebrew game console. Without electrocuting anything, thanks.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

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[ultron_junior]

"Start menus," Victor said ruefully. "I'm trying to get it to work across systems, but right now it gets to the load screens and craps out. I'm going to put in more memory, see if that fixes it."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Can't you just like...talk to it and figure out what's wrong?" Olive asked, then winced. "Dumb android-related question alert. You have to program stuff like the rest of us?"

[ultron_junior]

"Sadly I do," Victor said, annoyed by the reminder of his limitations. "I can tell things to turn on or off, and I can do some diagnostics, but I can't, like, commune with something that isn't sentient. Anyhow, it's for fun, so I may as well do it the long way."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Your work ethic is better than mine," Olive said, shaking her head. "Also? If I could just randomly turn things off or whatever, do you know how many cell phones I'd've messed with by now?"

So many. Sooooooooooo many.

[ultron_junior]

"Lots, but who says I didn't?" Victor asked, arching his eyebrows.

(He didn't. Unless somebody was shouting into their phone in a small or quiet space, in which case he viewed messing with their phone as basically an act of God.)

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Touché," Olive said, lifting a brow of her own. "I'll just be thankful that as far as I know, mine remains untouched."

[ultron_junior]

"I wouldn't," Victor said. "First, because you'd notice, and second, because you aren't obnoxious. And third, because you like me and I don't want to mess that up."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Excellent reasoning," Olive said, cocking a finger at him, "but also, fourth, I would totally get revenge."

In some horribly clever and annoying way, even.

"And for what it's worth, I promise not to try to exploit your powers for my own devious purposes." Because she'd like nothing more than to disable certain people's toys a few times over.

[ultron_junior]

"Good. I hate being exploited," Victor said, in a way that made it completely clear he was kidding. "How are you, anyhow? Other than contemplating building an ark?"

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Contemplating cajoling you to build an ark," Olive corrected. "My arking skills are very lacking. I'm okay, though. Sort of generally creeped out. Between the weather and last weekend's field trip, this place feels sort of deserted, you know?"

[ultron_junior]

"Maybe it's just that I don't have classes Monday or Tuesday," Victor said, nodding. "But -- yeah. I feel like people are in hibernation or something. Tomorrow's Halloween, maybe it'll pick up."

More curiously, he added, "How come you skipped the trip?"

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"This is going to sound stupid," Olive admitted, "but I'm kinda not sure I'm ready for space? Plus no one I knew was really going, so I just...you know, chilled here and finished tomorrow's costume." She made a face, and added, "I feel sort of like an idiot for not going but at the same time I think my brain would explode."

[ultron_junior]

"Dude, no, I like you way better with your brain not-exploded," Victor said. "And from everything I've ever heard space can be sort of intense. Sorry for not finding you, I got distracted by my own stuff."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Why didn't you go?" she wondered. "You're all sciencey and...I'd think space would kinda be your thing."

[ultron_junior]

"It's like 50-50 whether people from space are going to be obnoxious about me being what I am," Victor complained. "I decided not to take the chance. Anyhow, I had homework."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

Olive frowned sympathetically. "See, now I feel even better about not going," she decided, reaching over (just a little bit awkwardly -- she was getting better!) to affectionately play with his hair a little. "I didn't know you could get homework here. Seriously? Or for an online class?"

[ultron_junior]

"Online," Victor clarified. "I do my math stuff online because there's like nothing here. My classes this session are ... kind of a joke."

He angled his head under her hand, just because he could.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Preaching to the choir," Olive said, maybe scritching a little. Boys liked that, sometimes, right? Girl nails were nice? Something? "I have drama with a Norse god and United Nations with a pink pony. Thank god for online AP courses or no college would ever even look at my transcript."

[ultron_junior]

This boy liked it, yeah. Or at least, he wasn't pulling away. "I have gym, something about oppression, and something about life on the outskirts. The outskirts one isn't bad -- I like Professor Starsmore -- but it's really angsty. How's the pony class?"

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"She calls us 'everypony.'" Olive felt that explained it well. "So, you know. It's like that. Your classes sound heavily geared toward the...depressing." Especially gym. Maybe that was just Olive.

[ultron_junior]

"They kind of wound up that way," Victor agreed. "Gym's fun 'cause it's like a video game but for real? But the other two ... I feel like I should be a lot more of a pessimist than I am, after them. Doubt you have that problem with 'everypony.'"