[HELLO MISS D.VA how is she doing on this fine Monday in hell...
Childe is back in his regular clothes and is accompanied by his mini Seelie, tragically lacking a tiny party hat. He also has very noticeable bruises, which came from his prison cell fight with Scara... and possibly other fights... BUT ANYWAY he seems fine. He is here poking around the computer lab!! Though he's not actually touching anything.
He greets her with a friendly wave, then gestures at the computers.]
she's in the middle of changing computers actually, when he greets her, but she returns the wave! ]
Oh yeah, they're called computers. They're like little machines you can use to send messages, surf the web, play games, google things and tons more stuff.
The world wide web, the internet...I take it you don't have any of that back home. [ she's been getting a lot of this. but it's fine, she doesn't really mind. ]
Think of it like a giant library that covers the whole world, and anything you'd ever need to know is in the books there, and you can just visit it whenever and wherever.
[ the clothing shop is the funnier option, so here we are. when childe walks in there's just a pile of fabric by the sewing machine, but no one to be seen at it??
I was trying to fashion something reasonable together, nothing here fits right, it's either too big or too small.
[ nothing is just right!! and has she grabs his hand to get helped out of this pile...a hole opens up underneath her and she falls thru, dragging childe with her. oops.
screaming and theeeeeeen oof ] What the-
[ and before she can even get that full sentence out, the screen before them flickers to life and a memory begins to play. ]
by now Childe is used to this, but he doesn't get his feet under him in time to have a graceful landing so he just fuckin eats shit with her HELP. Goodbye. And then the screen pops up, and--ah.
See, he can respect this. A hard-won victory, ambition, dedication--the memory ends, and he nods at her with clear approval.]
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Week 0, monday
Childe is back in his regular clothes and is accompanied by his mini Seelie, tragically lacking a tiny party hat. He also has very noticeable bruises, which came from his prison cell fight with Scara... and possibly other fights... BUT ANYWAY he seems fine. He is here poking around the computer lab!! Though he's not actually touching anything.
He greets her with a friendly wave, then gestures at the computers.]
Do you know what these are?
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he is so skrunkly help...
she's in the middle of changing computers actually, when he greets her, but she returns the wave! ]
Oh yeah, they're called computers. They're like little machines you can use to send messages, surf the web, play games, google things and tons more stuff.
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He also only parsed like. Half of that.]
Surf the...? [WHAT'S A GOOGLE]
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The world wide web, the internet...I take it you don't have any of that back home. [ she's been getting a lot of this. but it's fine, she doesn't really mind. ]
Think of it like a giant library that covers the whole world, and anything you'd ever need to know is in the books there, and you can just visit it whenever and wherever.
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Childe is not an Akademiya graduate, though, so he just "ohhh"s in that "I kinda get it" way]
I've heard of something similar, but I've never used it myself.
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Oh yeah? And what's it like??
[ points at eyes. points at you. i'll get us a fresh pc tomorrow<3 ]
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No idea! [Thanks Childe] My colleague would probably be able to explain it, but he's not here...
week 1, thursday
but build-a-bub is a thing now and dva is there!! she's making a deranged looking rabbit.
please tell me childe joins her. pixi. ill cry. ]
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Anyway... HE IS HERE... but he has a look on his face like
If any of them mention "meat," start running. [?????]
week 2, monday
let's go to the beech beech...nicky minjaj.
help.
dva is in a swimsuit that's got cats all over it and is simply vibing, watching the waves. ]
Wonder if we could surf those.
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He does, however, look very interested in this suggestion]
Surely there's something around here we can use, right?
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[ surf boards count as swimming equipment?? maybe there are like kid sized ones help ]
The waves aren't too bad, so they might work fine?
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[I checked and we are allowed to have surfboards wehehe]
week 3, monday
just kidding.
dva's head pops out of the fabric pile. hello.
how did this even happen. help.]
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Childe is clearly surprised to see her; Mini Seelie is too, from the way it pops out of existence for a minute. HWAT.]
--Huh? Are you okay?
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she shoves the fabric off herself, slowly climbing out of the pile. ]
I'm fine, just getting into a fight with the sewing machine and losing, apparently.
[ she gets about half way out and then sinks back into it. blinks. ]
Uhh...could you give me a hand, please?
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Well, she's at least not injured, so although he can't help laughing as she sinks back down, he does move over and hold out a hand for her to grab.]
What were you trying to do, anyway?
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I was trying to fashion something reasonable together, nothing here fits right, it's either too big or too small.
[ nothing is just right!! and has she grabs his hand to get helped out of this pile...a hole opens up underneath her and she falls thru, dragging childe with her. oops.
screaming and theeeeeeen oof ] What the-
[ and before she can even get that full sentence out, the screen before them flickers to life and a memory begins to play. ]
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by now Childe is used to this, but he doesn't get his feet under him in time to have a graceful landing so he just fuckin eats shit with her HELP. Goodbye. And then the screen pops up, and--ah.
See, he can respect this. A hard-won victory, ambition, dedication--the memory ends, and he nods at her with clear approval.]
That was a good fight.