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[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to begin with for Selphie to work on notes for the Garden Festival Committee on the computer. Even if it was old fashioned, pen and paper wasn't so bad to scrawl notes on. At least, this is the internal monologue that is currently playing across the brunette SeeD's mind as she stares at the computer in front of her.

The computer that is currently displaying an error message. About lost and corrupt data.

A fleeting thought of smashing the computer to bits flickers across her mind as her fingers curl up into little fists, her green eyes narrowing angrily at the message, and the machine that has totally betrayed her.  Slowly, she relaxes a hand to let her fingers travel over the keys again, an attempt to get the message to go away, and recover her data. Hey, it worked before.]

C'monnnnnnnnn This is super mega ultra laaaaaaame [She's whining, mostly under her breath. She's not alone in the room of course, and as frustrated as she is it would be a bad idea to lash out. A moment after speaking, and a keystroke later, the machine makes a funny, loud series of sounds before the screen blips out.]

ARE YOU KIDDING!? [Selphie stands up, the chair behind her scooting out dramatically.] Hey! Give me back my work, you stupid thing! [She swings her fist down, hitting the center of the keys in front of her with a loud crash.] Noooooooooo! I've got to do this all over now! Stupid computer! I ought to toss you out through the emergency exit and see if you bounce!

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[fierybluebird]

Want to take bets on how high?

[Obviously a good influence.]

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[Terrible influence. But that? Is OK. Selphie's head turns to look at Marco, her face set in an obvious scowl.]

It'd probably just smash into tiny bits.

[fierybluebird]

That was my bet. Kind of makes you respect good old paper and notebooks, eh.

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

...For sure! I'm sticking to my notebook from now on. [A small dramatic sigh.] Mega bummer.

[fierybluebird]

Sorry, eh. I'm not that good with these things either. Just enough that I know how. Maybe there's an expert around who can help?

[dragon-savior.livejournal.com]

I can't say as I can blame you. I try not to rely on them.

[Now Ryu makes his presence known, checking on whoever was making all the noise.]

But it might not be wise to smash it.

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[Green eyes flicker over towards the blue haired kid. Hey new face! ...She'd be more inclined to be cheerful if she hadn't just lost all of her work.]

... But it deserves it. [That probably just sounds like defeated pouting.]

[dragon-savior.livejournal.com]

But if you smash it, then that's just another mess to clean up. Instead of that, maybe I can help you somehow? What were you working on?

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[Ok, that's a point.]

Just some things for the Garden Festival Committee! But now the stupid thing won't even turn on. MEGA Bummer.

[dragon-savior.livejournal.com]

I can't help you with the computer, but I can help you with the work. Two hands make stuff go a lot faster than just one, right?

[redcinemareel]

Oh, come now. I'm sure there are more destructive ways to go about this. [He could give you a few ideas.]

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[What's with all the bad influence? You and Marco are bad news, Grell. Before she answers she knocks her fist on top of the screen.]

It deserves to be smashed into smithereens! Work, you piece of junk!

[redcinemareel]

[Why do you think we're dating? Hmmmmm~?

Places a hand atop Selphie's, pulling it away from the screen.]

Allow me to work my magic~. [Parks his rump in the seat and starts up the computer, as it was off now.]

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[...How the heck was he able to get the computer to turn on when she couldn't? Selphie's arms cross across her chest as her cheeks puff out in agitation. Showoff!]

If you really think you can fix it. It's probably too heavy to toss out the window, anyway.

[redcinemareel]

[Damn right, a showoff! Grell looks back to her with a grin.]

Such a cute face you're making! [Turns his attention to the screen, that was spewing out code all over. He tilts his head to the side and presses a few buttons, muttering to himself.] So...that little squiggly symbol means this...[Presses a few more buttons and gets a new message.] Hmmm....

[Enters in a command and...THERE! Up and running.]

I guess these classes are paying off... [Yes, he is amazed, too!]

[derped.livejournal.com]

[sajltleksatja SELPHIE. Rion is going to run over and then -- stop before clinging onto her or something; she's obviously upset and the computer is being a butt. He just experimentally reaches out to make his presence known, before gesturing at the computer.]

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[RION. You are going to be her accomplice. ...if she doesn't calm down. She reaches over and wraps her arms around Rions, before whispering conspiratorially in his ear.]

I think it's time to send it out to pasture.

[derped.livejournal.com]

[... like a cow? Rion doesn't understand. Computers don't graze. Confusion is written all over his face - this is not an analogy he entirely gets.]

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[...Yes. Like a cow. Or a horse, when they are old and can't do anything. ...Come to think of it, she could borrow Irvine's gun, right?]

....It's past it's prime. It lost everything!

[derped.livejournal.com]

[Can she let him write? Please? Pretty please? If he can get away from her long enough he'll write up something on that whiteboard he keeps with him everywhere.]

It might not have lost everything.

[willnotsubmit.livejournal.com]

[Ah, the calming ambience of an open study room. The steady rhythm of typing keys, and-

...The aggravated noises someone is making in the back, which she tries to block out and focus on her own studying. Which swiftly fails once that person starts smashing the keyboard, and Mitsuru hears a familiar voice. She has to fight to keep from wincing.

It might be wise to just walk away Mitsuru, or keep your head down. Just don't-]

"...Miss Tilmitt? Is something amiss?"

[Stand up and do something foolish but polite like that.]

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[At the sound of a familiar voice? The brunette whirls around and half flails her arms at her friend.] Mitsuruuuuu! It ATE my work! [She points at the computer, wildly accusative. You know what this means, Mitsuru? It means the computer is a traitor, and something needs to be done.]

[willnotsubmit.livejournal.com]

[...And today was going so well, too. Mitsuru abruptly finds herself wishing that Yamagishi was here; the junior is much more tech savvy then she is. Although she might not know how to interact with Tilmitt any better.]

"And...There isn't a back up you have of it?"

[That's the best thing she can think of. Although asking just what she's so worked up over is a close second.]

[acrescentwish.livejournal.com]

[Selphie's mode of operation is "worked up" She shakes her head at the question, sighing somewhat dejectedly.]

Mega ultra bummer. Guess you're not good with computers either, huh, Mitsuru?

[willnotsubmit.livejournal.com]

"Computers aren't something I focus on."

[She tries to emphasize that, instead of not being good at them. But on the bright side, at least Tilmitt doesn't look like she's ready to shoot the computer?]

"What were you working on, if I may ask?"