So a sprite tries to walk into a bar...
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a1enzoLocation: Dumont Hall.
Timestamp: evening.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Lecture hall. "Oh, hi, Enzo!"
"Hi, Clarion. Hi, Flex. Hi... I don't know you."
"Harris. How's it goin'?"
"All right. What're you watching?"
"Hitachi."
"Why're you watching cartoons in here?"
"It's quieter than the lounge, we don't hafta fight to use the media player, and the screen's bigger."
"Oh yeah. Well, 'bye!"
"Was that the Matrix kid?" "Uh-huh. He's really not as big a..."
Classroom.
Bathroom.
Classroom. ♫I don't know why you say != I say ==♫
"Not bad. Iana, try to support better. What's this?"
"Hey, Enzo!"
"Hi, Val! Whatcha doin'?"
"MIDI Brigade rehearsal! Girls' a cappella group."
"Hang on, Enzo as in Matrix?"
"The very same!"
*mass whispering*
"Uh, hi. Sorry I interrupted your practice."
"It's okay, we were just finishing the song. You can stay and listen if you want."
*squeal*
"Easy, Maril."
"Heh heh. Uh, thanks, but I was just looking around. I'm gonna go now."
"Hey, we've got a concert at the end of the minute, you should come!"
"Okay!"
*squeal* "Down, girl!"
Classroom.
Broom closet.
Lecture hall.
Classroom. "Mmmmmm... ooh... AUGH!"
"What's wrong--hey! Backspace, runt!"
"Aah! Sorry sorry sorry..."
"Just get out! User, isn't there anywhere we can get eight nanos' privacy around here?"
Classroom.
Classroom.
Read-Only Room.
"Hey! Hi, Alvey!"
*squeak* *clatter*
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to--"
"Shhhhhh!"
"Sorry, Mrs. Drupal. I didn't mean to startle you. Whatcha readin'?"
"It's, um, it's Mark Sweep. Letters From the Net. It's r-really good."
"I had to scan Blackberry Finn for school back home. It was funny."
"Oh? You--you like... reading?"
"It's okay. I like comic bytes."
"Oh. ... Uh, I think they have s-some here..."
"Alphanumeric!"
"Shhh!"
"Sorry! D'you know what they've got?"
"I dunno. Ask th-the--ask her."
"I will. This is great, I didn't get to bring any with me. Do you like comic bytes, or just text files?"
"I like some. I just like... reading."
"Oh. Okay."
"S-so... um... do you... do... stuff? After class?"
"Sure. I'm kinda exploring right now. And Ultimate P.O.N.G. is fun. Balun said there's a good jetball place a few partitions over, so I'll go there when I can. How 'bout you?"
"Not much. I'm not really a spo--a sports person. B-but if--maybe if you wanted to--"
"Okay! But I'm pretty good."
"...wait, what?"
"It's true. I even beat Bob sometimes! I gotta go, but I'll let you know when I'm free for jetball, okay?"
"Um. O-okay. See you then."
"'Bye!"
*SQUEEEE!* "Shhhh!"
Bathroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom. "I equip the... what are you doing here?"
"Looking around. What're you doing?"
"We're having an RPG club meeting. You aren't."
"Why're you throwing an exception? I'm just looking."
"Well, don't."
"C'mon, lay off him."
"Why should I? He shouldn't be here, he's not a member."
"Why would I want to be? Dipswitch."
"BASIC little show-off. So, like I was saying, Celes equips the RunningShoes. Are we all ready to leave Zozo?"
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Exit.
.
.
.
"Cursors and crashes."
Timestamp: evening.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Lecture hall. "Oh, hi, Enzo!"
"Hi, Clarion. Hi, Flex. Hi... I don't know you."
"Harris. How's it goin'?"
"All right. What're you watching?"
"Hitachi."
"Why're you watching cartoons in here?"
"It's quieter than the lounge, we don't hafta fight to use the media player, and the screen's bigger."
"Oh yeah. Well, 'bye!"
"Was that the Matrix kid?" "Uh-huh. He's really not as big a..."
Classroom.
Bathroom.
Classroom. ♫I don't know why you say != I say ==♫
"Not bad. Iana, try to support better. What's this?"
"Hey, Enzo!"
"Hi, Val! Whatcha doin'?"
"MIDI Brigade rehearsal! Girls' a cappella group."
"Hang on, Enzo as in Matrix?"
"The very same!"
*mass whispering*
"Uh, hi. Sorry I interrupted your practice."
"It's okay, we were just finishing the song. You can stay and listen if you want."
*squeal*
"Easy, Maril."
"Heh heh. Uh, thanks, but I was just looking around. I'm gonna go now."
"Hey, we've got a concert at the end of the minute, you should come!"
"Okay!"
*squeal* "Down, girl!"
Classroom.
Broom closet.
Lecture hall.
Classroom. "Mmmmmm... ooh... AUGH!"
"What's wrong--hey! Backspace, runt!"
"Aah! Sorry sorry sorry..."
"Just get out! User, isn't there anywhere we can get eight nanos' privacy around here?"
Classroom.
Classroom.
Read-Only Room.
"Hey! Hi, Alvey!"
*squeak* *clatter*
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to--"
"Shhhhhh!"
"Sorry, Mrs. Drupal. I didn't mean to startle you. Whatcha readin'?"
"It's, um, it's Mark Sweep. Letters From the Net. It's r-really good."
"I had to scan Blackberry Finn for school back home. It was funny."
"Oh? You--you like... reading?"
"It's okay. I like comic bytes."
"Oh. ... Uh, I think they have s-some here..."
"Alphanumeric!"
"Shhh!"
"Sorry! D'you know what they've got?"
"I dunno. Ask th-the--ask her."
"I will. This is great, I didn't get to bring any with me. Do you like comic bytes, or just text files?"
"I like some. I just like... reading."
"Oh. Okay."
"S-so... um... do you... do... stuff? After class?"
"Sure. I'm kinda exploring right now. And Ultimate P.O.N.G. is fun. Balun said there's a good jetball place a few partitions over, so I'll go there when I can. How 'bout you?"
"Not much. I'm not really a spo--a sports person. B-but if--maybe if you wanted to--"
"Okay! But I'm pretty good."
"...wait, what?"
"It's true. I even beat Bob sometimes! I gotta go, but I'll let you know when I'm free for jetball, okay?"
"Um. O-okay. See you then."
"'Bye!"
*SQUEEEE!* "Shhhh!"
Bathroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom. "I equip the... what are you doing here?"
"Looking around. What're you doing?"
"We're having an RPG club meeting. You aren't."
"Why're you throwing an exception? I'm just looking."
"Well, don't."
"C'mon, lay off him."
"Why should I? He shouldn't be here, he's not a member."
"Why would I want to be? Dipswitch."
"BASIC little show-off. So, like I was saying, Celes equips the RunningShoes. Are we all ready to leave Zozo?"
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Classroom.
Exit.
.
.
.
"Cursors and crashes."
