Computer Lab, Thursday morning

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Dinah wasn't typing away phrases this time. She was surfing the 'net. And looking for free downloads and music. And trying to think of anything else to show Jak that she hadn't already.

With that Killers song blasting away, too.

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Dinah looked up at the footsteps and grinned. "Hey!" She raised a hand for a high-five. "How's it going? Need anything else typed up before we have fun?"

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Jak gave her a highfive, in which he tried to focus on Uhhh... Eco? for a moment before dropping his hand. What? It'd been coming up. Like, a lot.

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"Oh, sure," Dinah said aloud, putting his hand on her arm and turning to the keyboard. Eco is... um. Energy? She typed that much, and sent back, There's lots of types, you can use them to do stuff? She paused and added, "Okay, Shakespeare I'm not."

Eco is energy, there's lots of types, you can use them to do stuff

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak leaned over (he had a habit of leaning when she was on the computer, it'd seem) and pointed at the you.

And then made a valiant try for the backspace key. He removed 'ff' instead.

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Dinah blinked at the backspacing-- and not the leaning, which was... just fine, and sent back, Oh, wait, I'll fix... what do you want it to say?

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Totally 'I', he said, 'You' is kinda vague.

... What? He wanted people to know he could totally do powers.

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Dinah gave a mental giggle, and grinned, then rewrote it to say "I" then asked, "You said you were hot stuff with that." Just a little amused. "Like a Sage? Do you want that part in there, about Sages?"

I can use it to do stuff. Like run really fast, and

What else? And a mental image of that Eco vent, flavored with wistfulness and a little envy at the image.

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Shoot fireballs, he said, thinking about destroying dens of large swamp rats in Boggy Swamp, all charged up with yellow eco. Just to start with. Hit really hard...

The Sages thing, though. Um. I'm not actually a Sage. Yet. What? All four Sages had told him he had potential.

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"Ooooooo." Color Dinah impressed. "Definitely need to include that."

shoot fireballs, hit really hard

Well, you are pretty young. How old are you, anyway? Dinah was still typing away. Okay, I'll leave out the Sages for now. Do you want to be one?

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Sixteen, Jak said, smiling and putting a hand on his hip as the words appeared on the screen. I'm not sure yet. They told me I had potential. Guess I'll see.

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"Cooooooool." Dinah grinned at him and the pose, then said, "What else have people been asking you?"

You don't have Eco here. Which sucks.

And what've you been up to? Getting along with Jono? And to keep the words 'meet any girls?' from spilling out of her mouth, Dinah said aloud, "We could get lunch after this."

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jono needs to get over the window thing.

Because seriously, man. It had just been a window. Jak would've been fine if Jono hadn't chosen to throw himself at his path, dammit. He was kind of nodding again, though, at the lunch part, because. By the Precursors. He was hungry.

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Window thing? Dinah looked over at Jak, wide-eyed, total curiosity projected like a wave, then started laughing aloud as she got the details through the link, images of them both falling out of the tree, and Jono's complete panic and Jak's answering exasperation. Oh. My. God. Why do I always miss this stuff?! And also, in and above and through that: Why didn't I think of that? Cool!

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It's not like the tree was that far from the window, Jak whined argued, rubbing the back of his head while his eyes searched the screen in an attempt to remember that whole printing thing.

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Still giggling, Dinah sent back, Silly Jono. Awww. and grinned at the computer screen. "That good? Anything more?"

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak shook his head. Again, nothing he could think of.

Well, except his stomach rumbling. Loudly.

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"Food good," Dinah decided, and hit print, then leaned back and stretched. "Luke's?" She brushed her hand across his, and sent, My buddy Priestly's there today. He's a good cook.