what about computers huh

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Who: Connor and Naoya
What: Connor finds his way to the computer lab and has one hell of an..."experience".
Where: COMPUTADORA LAB
When: Sometime after he heals from taking drugs.
Warnings: Connor might look dumb.



He was getting back into the swing of things. As far as he knew, the drugs had left his system entirely so it was back to business. Security, patrol, investigating, and cleaning business.

It was when he was told to clean a certain room that got him thinking.

Yes...I remember. The...computers. To use them more efficiently, I can navigate through various pieces information. It could be valuable to me.

So it was settled, with all his supplies (for cleaning) and his stupid suit, he made his way quickly to the computer lab.

There is supposed to be a man named...Naoya...I believe that one man said.

He poked his head in.

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[caincarnate]

Either Naoya was too engrossed to notice Connor's presence at all, or he simply didn't care to pay the janitorial staff any heed. He was busy, too busy to look up from his work.

There was the business of handling the remains of the late GlaDOS's grading, so that her students could pass their classes. There were educational programs to code for his remedial summer course. Plus additional research to be done on the tech at the school, along with his own... personal projects.

It was a lot of ground to cover, and not enough hours in the day to do it. A collection of coffee cups were piling up beside him, in testament to that fact. Naoya adjusted his glasses, and continued to type.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

"Are you 'Naoya'?"

Connor said as he inched closer. He seemed busy, as most people tend to be at this hour. But hell, maybe he could still answer his questions so he could get on track with what he wanted done.

He was so done being so backwards. He might never be normal on terms of skill with technology, but if he could function, that was a different story.

[caincarnate]

Naoya glanced briefly in the custodian's direction at the mention of his name, then immediately continue to stare at his work. Time was an expense, and he certainly felt no necessity to spare it for a janitor.

"Perhaps. What do you want." His words were curt and to the point. The typing continued.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Wow, what an attitude. Connor didn't seemed too fazed. At least at first he won't. He looked at Naoya blankly.

"I was told you are the man who is in charge of this...'computer lab'."

He's just going to take a seat himself, hello he is here for a bit.

[caincarnate]

"Well, aren't you informed," he said, this time not even deigning to look in Connor's direction.

"If you're here to sweep the lab, I'd rather you not waste my time with small talk."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Wow.

"I am not here for that."

Well he WAS but. He. Wasn't. Connor looked toward the computer he happened to be near. Then he looked to Naoya working one like a pro.

Jeez, to feel so lame. Lame feels.

"...I was hoping for some instruction. I come not from where these devices were from. I need to know how to use one."

[caincarnate]

The typing halted, with a subtle air of irritation hovering over the keyboard. Great, another one. Just what he needed right now. Naoya gave a frustrated sigh, and then took a moment to compose himself.

That done, he spun the computer chair to face Connor with an obviously unimpressed look on his face. A face that confirmed your lameness.

"Please tell me you're actually from Earth." He looked human enough, but who knew how many alternate worlds there really were. Naoya's voice was like the verbal equivalent of an eyeroll. "Give me a year. What is the very furthest extent of your outdated technological advances."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Wow. Again. Wow. Connor thought only to answer his questions and blankly as possible. People who were rude strangers didn't bother him too much, outwardly anyway. But the fact he came for help and he was mocked for it didn't really hit him right.

He couldn't help but be this way with technology so why was Naoya playing this game with him? Surely, Connor wasn't the only one.

This was a SCHOOL after all.

"I am. The year was 1783 where I came from. None from my village nor the colonies worked with anything close to this."