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[tortileghostwriter]

[So after David first arrived at Garden and went through his first day, meeting Jade along with...some other individuals, familiar and unfamiliar all at once, he finally decided to go into the room he'd been assigned. Hopefully, Danny, you weren't enjoying your privacy too much, because a blonde kid in a purple shirt just barged in and dumped a whole lot of stuff onto one of the beds. Seemingly from nowhere. Two laptops(one of which is bright green), a weird hub thing, some plush toys and action figures, a pair of headphones, a pair of headphones with a screen, some books...is that a gilded Swiffer with a pink bandanna attached to it?

Shields, chainmail outfits, the list really goes on. Point being there's a guy(is that even a guy?) with a moving shadow in your room who just, to all appearances, pulled a whole lot of weird shit out of hammerspace and dumped it on the bed. Thankfully, it wasn't your bed.

Give him a minute, he hasn't noticed your presence.]

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[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Danny fiddles with his thumbs while he silently watches David boot up his computer. He doesn't know what to say, but he doesn't want to just let the conversation die.

So he blurts out:]

The--the internet doesn't really work here! But, uh, there's a network thing so that you can talk to anyone. As long as they're here, I mean. At the school.

[tortileghostwriter]

Yes, I've used it. So there's a school-based network but no parallel to the internet? Curiouser and curiouser.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Well, there is, kind of... It just doesn't have much. And I think it only works around here, around the school.

[tortileghostwriter]

[Just going to go through and make sure his files are there...okay, that's something at least.]

That should be a start. Does it use a standard wireless connection?

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

I'm not entirely sure...but I don't think so.

[tortileghostwriter]

[He hums thoughtfully, fiddling with the connection settings for a bit before concluding that there's nothing to be done. He closes the Hubtop.]

The Hubtop will still be useful for classes, at the very least.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Well, for some of them... There are lots of really, really hard classes that are more about physical stuff than regular learning.

[tortileghostwriter]

I've gathered. Still, it will serve some kind of purpose in the more traditional classes.

[For a moment he considers captchaloguing it again, but just shakes his head, leaving it on the desk. He sits down on his bed, glancing around the room. ...not really sure what to say to this guy. DANNY THE BALL IS IN YOUR COURT David's got no clue.]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[And what, you think Danny does? Not a clue.

But someone has to say something.]

So...where are you from?

[tortileghostwriter]

New York, originally.

[Cracking open one of the books he picked up from the library, but still paying attention.]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Originally? Do you live somewhere else now? ...I mean, before ending up here.

[tortileghostwriter]

For the past day before being pulled into the Garden, I made my residence in the Land of Crystal and Mirage in the Medium.

It's complicated.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Oh. I've never heard of it.

...I--I'm from Wisconsin. Never been to New York.

[tortileghostwriter]

You weren't missing out on anything of consequence. I rarely left the house.

[Did the echo just get worse on that last word?]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Danny pauses and tenses. He'd almost gotten used to the weird quality of David's voice, but now he felt uncomfortable again.

It takes him a few moments before he can talk again.]

Oh, really? I, uh. Me neither. I only ever went out maybe a handful of times.

[tortileghostwriter]

Your guardian left you to your own devices as well then? Interesting.

Sabre practice each week. The occasional society event that my mother saw fit to drag me to. Beyond that, nothing.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Sort of, I guess. We saw each other often, even though he had to work a lot.

I...didn't do that much, actually. I had a tutor come over sometimes, but aside from that it was either stargazing, or going on the computer to play games and talk to people. I, uh, couldn't really leave the mansion much anyway.

[He shrugs and offers a small, tentative grin.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[THIS IS ALL SOUNDING HORRIBLY FAMILIAR]

Tutors were occasionally brought in, but generally she told me to teach myself. Books and the internet were my windows to the world.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Yeah, it was the same for me too. Well, that and video games.

[tortileghostwriter]

Interesting.

[SOMEONE WITH THE SAME SORT OF BACKGROUND WHOA]

There were the occasional games that I played because of my friends or to write a review, but apart from that...

[He wrote ironic postmodern deconstructions of video games and cartoons, Danny.]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Oh, heh. I played plenty of games, but most of the time it was just Doomed--it's this MMO. I was pretty into it.

[tortileghostwriter]

I haven't heard of it. Likely a local thing, in the relative sense.

There's a particular game I was playing before I arrived here. But to call it simply a "game" doesn't give it enough credit.

Or enough blame.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

...What kind of game was it?

[tortileghostwriter]

It was a destroyer of worlds. It was a creator of worlds. It was an apocalypse. It was a rebirth. It was a bildungsroman in a box.

... It was a trap.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[oh my god David why do you suddenly sound like a cryptic movie trailer voiceover.]

Uhhh...what?