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 Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 1:26 am
Clerise edged her way into Dwight's room, past wires and cables-- there's plenty of them, and she knows better than to step on them or trip over them, thank you very much-- her arms full of takeout, almost hot enough to eat.
"Dwight!" The redhead set each carton down, the crappy Chinese food still kind of better than the cafeteria food, even if there were probably no minipets in it these days.
"Give me a haaaaaaaand, I conned some tech into getting us egg foo young, the least you can do is gimme a hand."
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 1:22 pm
The Life hunter was up and practically running toward...no, no he was down, he was tripping and falling down. Dwight tried to make it look cool and intentional but in this world there are things called lost causes, of which Dwight's cool factor was one. Brushing himself off, he grinned at Clerise, face flushed with chagrin, and took part of her burden.
"Oh man I love fake Chinese, you're the best! Like the total best. God I thought I'd have to eat granola again today, I love you! Did you do something different with your hair?" On the largest monitor, highly attractive teens and twenty-somethings were running around a high school talking about werewolves, feelings, and showing off perfect abs.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 3:24 pm
Clerise grinned at Dwight's distinct lack of grace, her ire already forgotten. It's hard to stay mad at him for long-- hell, it's hard to even stay irritated. She tossed Dwight some wooden chopsticks, breaking her own apart and scraping them against each other, eyes locked onto the man-abs on the screen.
"Shh, shh." The redhead held up a finger in his general direction, entranced. "Love you too, but only abs now. Only abs. Is this porn? Is this like, fancy showtime porn for ladies?" Turning back to face him, Clerise's grin grew impish. "God forbid you need to eat granola." She wiggled her fingers at Dwight, making a spooky "oooeooeoe" sound as she did.
"I'm a terrible influence. I've been so ********' lazy about food since I burn off every ********' thing these days. I am pretty sure I could eat, like, three ponies in one sitting, and be hungry again in as many hours."
There was a moment of silence from Clerise as she stuffed her face-- beef and broccoli, in a paltry attempt to make fried food less bad for herself. "MMm. I've been growing it out, I guess. But you knew that, dweebasaurus rex, don't play. Kissing a** over Chinese is cheap, even for you."
And then, very maturely, Clerise blew a raspberry in Dwight's direction.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 4:26 pm
Dwight managed to catch the chopsticks in his teeth, which was awesome, but Clerise was already entranced by the screen. With a put upon sigh, he took a seat and dug into his food, previous ire melting quickly into small appreciative sounds. "It's research. I like to stay on top of any books, movies, comics, and TV shows that touch on horror or the supernatural." He nodded toward the screen where a rugged, fairly built young man was doing shirtless chin-ups. "You never know what human emotions might spawn though..." he tilted his head a bit as the actor dropped to the ground to do one-handed push-ups, muscles flexing and flowing smoothly under skin glistening with sweat, "...I'm starting to think this might end more of a Valentine's thing." He stabbed at his take out box and filled to mouth to chipmunk levels of childish gluttony. Chewing slowly, the AV geek took a moment to check Clerise out more thoroughly. Swallowing it all down, Dwight gave her a deeply offended look, "Hey, I am not cheap, okay?!" Huffing he turned back to his food, muttering, "I'm easy. There's a difference."
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 6:23 pm
"Research?" Clerise looked between the abs-guy, then back at Dwight. Then repeated the process, a brow raising. "Huh. Well, if all the monsters looked like that, I'd be waaaay more okay with them," she conceded, waving her chopsticks in the vague direction of the screen. The mention of Valentine's made her blink. She parsed the statement a few times, clearly malfunctioning. "Uh. I hope you don't mean that there are other worlds on TOP of Halloween," she asked, cautious, and then shook her head. Then put up a hand. "I changed my mind. Don't wanna know. Really, really don't." She sighed, rolling her eyes at Dwight, leaning over with her free hand to ruffle his hair. "Okay, okay! We can be easy together!" After all, he did have a point. "I lied, by the way." Clerise waved her chopsticks at his other equipment. "I see shows on a lot, and I know do you video camera-y things, but...that leaves a lot of this s**t unaccounted for. What's it all do?" She sounded curious, almost curious enough to start poking and prodding at things. Even though she knew better. It was sorely tempting to mess with stuff anyway, to try and figure out the various gadgets and runic equipment around Dwight's personal batcave.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 5:47 pm
He finished chewing before answering, eyes sparkling, "Well most of the stuff here is for viewing and recording, and it's all pretty cool, like Bond s**t, you know? Most of my real work and equips are in like, the lab labs, though. The super tech, not just spy gear but the science fiction stuff, like the 3-d UIs and s**t that looks like freaking magic, it's like Clarke's third law, all the time and just down the hall!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 6:46 pm
Clerise wasn't that familiar with the things Dwight was babbling on about. "Pervy spy," she corrected, waggling her eyebrows. But her eyes light up, a little, as he explained and as she thinks about it.
"What's Clarke's third law? And UI, like...a head's up display thing, like in Halo?" She's sort of out of touch with technology, with the cutting edge that her division was all about, but Dwight was just...so...excited.
A pause, and she thoughtfully shovelled food into her face.
"Can I see? I'm all, like, intermediate and stuff now!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 11:49 pm
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from..." Dwight flashed her some serious spirit fingers, "...magic!" He bounced a little in his seat, like a small kid getting asked about which Pokemon was his favourite. (For the record, Dwight's was Chansey. He couldn't help but be drawn by it's sweetly nurturing tendencies.)
He gave Clerise a wide, pleased smile, "You can totally look at my toys, just...you know..." a flush crept up Dwight's cheeks and turned his ears pink, "...be gentle."
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 3:45 pm
Magic, huh? Clerise slowly turned her head, giving Dwight a look.  When Dwight insisted that she had to be gentle, the redhead merely snorted. Holding up three fingers, she grinned. "Scout's honour, dude. I'll be so gentle. Like they're my girlfriend on prom night. Or a tiny, soft, fluffy thing. Or something fragile that I don't understand." She bounced on her heels. "LLaaaabs?"
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