Computer Lab, Thursday morning

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was currently surfing the web while waiting for Jak, who she'd left a message for on his answering machine about what time to meet. The scanner was warming up, and right now, she was typing up a few phrases.

Hi, my name is Jak, I have difficulty speaking.

Where is the Men's Room?

Did I just see that? Whoa.

Actually, most of that Jak seemed to get across just fine without words, but hey. You never knew.

[for the guy with the ears who doesn't wear shoes, to narrow it down.]

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[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak shrugged. Smooth, smooth. Hotdogs, he said, wisely. I mean, it'd be good to, uh, know the way to some. Pause. And no Red Bull.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"No?" Dinah gave him a mock-tragic look, then grinned. Professor Atreides said 'no' too. She said it's no wonder we need to meditate with that stuff in our veins.

Which way to the hot dogs? got added on, and then Dinah saved the sheet, and printed it. "We can cut these up and laminate them too, so they're easier to carry around in your pockets," she offered. "And I can show you how all this works some other time. If you want." Not wanting to be pushy. Unless you want to figure it out yourself?

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

You're the expert, he said, and combined that with a shameless grin. He wasn't going to think about Keira now, because he had no clue what was going on there and, well, he was here now, right?

He wriggled his toes again.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Sooo okay. I'll show you s'more later." Dinah beamed back at him, and flicked one toe with her fingers before getting up, and disengaging his hand. "C'mon, Newbie. Let's get you set up to be a card-carrying ninja, maybe get you a keyring for all these. Ooo!"

She sat back down and typed out, Ask me how fast I can run. Really! before hitting print again.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

... Heeey.

He held up his newly-laminated card. He looked at the screen. He held it up again.

Faster than anyone in this joint, he announced. Uhhh.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Rolling her eyes, Dinah said, "Yeah, yeah," even as she grinned. "I want to get you and Zack in a race. Then we'll see how true that is." She grabbed the last sheet and stuck it in the laminator, before looking back at the computer. "By the way, you can play games on this, or look for news of the world, or watch TV... it's pretty flexible. Any of that stuff sound good now?" Before we get food?

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

The first one! The first one, he crowed, as soon as he realised about the whole, you know, communication deal. Not used to talking! It happened. Show me. We can grab something later.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah blinked, then laughed, and sat down, putting his hand back on her elbow with hardly a blush, and said, "Okay, this little symbol takes you to the Games already on the computer...." Click! "And here's a list, um, card games, Minesweeper, that one's good for eating your brain..." She went through the list with little mental pictures of each attached, Scrabble, Bejeweld, Pac-man...

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

... Heey, he kind of recognised that last one! Pac-man was, well. It wasn't named Pac-man. But he'd seen inscriptions of that!

... The Precursors were kind of special, although at this stage in his life, Jak had no idea how special. He mentally gestured repeatedly at it.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"That one?" Dinah said in surprise, then clicked on it, and looked around for the game controls. "Here's the controls, your hands go there, and you push this button here when you're ready..." She grinned. You've played this before?