12880/Flies caught in his web

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Flies caught in his web
Date of Scene: 23 March 2021
Location: Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Jeremy fixes a computer while pretending to fix himself.
Cast of Characters: SpyderByte, Nightingale, Ted Gammage




SpyderByte has posed:
Classes are over and Jeremy has found himself down into the rec room to once more repair another computer. This one was done by some type of fire damage. As he stares at the box in front of him, he lets out a soft sigh at the signs of smoldering components as he works them out of the casing. Bad powersupply. Bad board. Bad Ram. Bad Processor. All dead. He can't even get a pulse from the machine.

He presses his lips together firmly for a few moments, then goes about unplugging everything, then slips out a small switch blade to cut open a packaged box to reveal a new Dell. He slides it out, then goes about assembling the new replacement.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon winces as she slips into the room to see the computerized carnage, the smoldering remains of the old computer a burned-out husk of its former glory. To see Jeremy giving up on a piece of technology was never a good sign. He had some mad skills, and she had little doubt that he could bring back all but the worst cases.

     "Ooof. Do I even want to know how that happened?" she finally says, perching on the arm of the sofa. She's in some denim leggings, a long, blazing pink t-shirt with 'Mutie Cutie' emblazoned on the front in silver and gold, and in deference to the rapidly improving weather of springtime, is actually barefoot for once. In one hand, she has a book of blank music staff paper, and a pencil tucked away behind one ear.

Ted Gammage has posed:
After a bit, Ted enters too. He's actually hauling around his backpack, stuffed with whatever books he was studying at the library. He barely even looks around before saying "Brrraaaaaaaaaaiiiins." He looks a bit worn out, hair mused up even more than usual, his t-shirt and Jeans combo a bit more rumpled as he spent the last few hours just cramming his brain full.

He does notice the others after a time and lifts a hand, "Ah mean, hay! Oh god," he adds, noticing the computer. "What th'heck happened? Lightnin'? Did it get in ah fight with Thor?"

SpyderByte has posed:
Glancing over to the pair of them, Jeremy's eyes narrow a tick before he shrugs his shoulders upwards. He blows some black hair away from his face. It's so long now. It has to have been five months since he got it cut. It hides most of his face these days. He's dressed in baggy black jeans with bright red bondage straps, and a throw back ZERO shirt.

<< Matchstick got angry at a game and let out some aggression >>

He puts the old machine to the side, then goes about stripping the plastic wrapping off the sides of the new one, then starts to plug the devices in. << Hard Drive is fine. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     "Wow. If that's Matchstick just blowing off some steam, I'd hate to see him really mad." Shannon shakes her head, and lets out a soft sigh. "Well... at least you salvaged the hard drive, yeah? That's better than completely D.O.A." She smiles a bit, watching Jer work, tilting her head to one side. "You know," she muses. "I can almost imagine when you're doing repair work like this, it's a little bit like when I'm helping heal someone. You could probably actually -feel- the tech as you work on it, kind of like I do people when helping them."

     It sounded as if the zombie apocalypse foretold in many a thriller flick had finally begun, when Ted entered the room. Shannon's wings ruffle as she turns, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Ooof. Looks like you fought the books and the books won there, Ted." She slides off the arm of the couch, flipping the book of staff paper closed. "I'll go get us all some snacks. What would you both like, while I'm up?"

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Oof," Ted says, "Ah understand gettin' mad at a game, but s'wasteful to burn up ah computer." He's broken keyboards before, but mostly accidental, never in a fury. "Hard drive survived? Dunno if ah'd trust it t'stay alive, but ah'm not really good at that kinda thing, for th'most part." He hunches his shoulders a bit, "AH'd offer t'help, but ah suspect it'd be more hurtin' than helpin."

He grins to Shannon, shrugging, "Turns out m'brain capacity is like...three or four hours of studyin'. Maybe even two, possibly I done overwrote what I memorized at th' start." He ends up dropping gently as he can down to a couch and lets out a breath that just seems to deflate him a little. "S'ok Shan, y'all don't gotta get me anything. Plus ah ate like four bags of chips while studyin'."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I am not going to use the data, but not the hard drive itself. >>

Jeremy explains as he fires up the new computer, then types in the administrative password before he begins to mirror the new hard drive with the Xavier security operating system. He takes the old drive and puts it in a sled, then attaches it to the back of the computer.

<< I can immediately move it from one to the other and bypass the agonizing experience of having to wait for it to spin. >>

He turns to face them down, shifting his eyes from one to the other, then blows some hair away from his face.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just nods, flipping her pale gold hair back over her shoulder, and smiling at them both. Her smile does waver slightly as she glances at Jeremy, but she doesn't flinch or look away. "I can imagine for you that -would- be pretty agonizing. Well, if anybody can make something out of that mess, it'd be you. You're damn good. Probably one of the best technopaths I've seen come through here in my time here so far."

     She smiles at Ted as she slips out of the room for a few minutes to get some snacks, humming a snippet of an unfamiliar, hard-hitting tune as she sashays along. Her return a litlte while later heralds the arrival of some fresh popcorn, veggies and dip, and some Hot Pockets all on a tray. She sets the tray down on the coffee table near the sofa, and brings the Hot Pockets to Jeremy, leaving the popcorn, veggies, and dip a bit closer to her and Ted.

Ted Gammage has posed:
"If it helps yer the best one ah've come across. But, then, y'know, th'only one," Ted grins, amusing himself and probably only himself honestly. "Still, seems pretty cool. Though, gotta wonder, much on there worth savin'? Every computer ah have tends t'fill up with...junk an' nonsense." Which probably says something about him. "Not like bad stuff, ah guess. Jus like homework junk, an' bookmarks t'dumb sites my.... uh, ah guess my former friends sent me. Few memes. Cat videos. Y'know... junk."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I am the best one. I am unrivaled in my field. >>

The phone on Jeremy's shoulder still carries the soft, female voice of SIRI. It has enough vocal inflection that would be programmed by the company. He watches Shannon leave the room, then turns his dark eyes back towards the taller male. He has an impassive look upon his face, as if he carries no emotion now. Much like a spider. The only time they feel alive .. is right before the kill.

<< I am not the judge of what deserves to be salvaged. I save it all and restore it back. I am sure there is something that someone would miss and it's important that I ensure no one feels upset about losing something they feel important to them. >>

When the Hot Pocket is delivered, he takes the plate from her. His fingernails are painted black. He puts it to the side gently, then turns back to the computer.

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted scratches his head at the computer talk. "Uh, ah guess that makes sense." He gives a look over to Shannon as she returns, then back to Jeremy. He idly scratches the back of his head a few moments, realizing he looks a bit more of a mess than he realized, then tries to smooth down his hair.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon cracks a bit of a smile, and chuckles to herself. "Modest much?" She notes Jeremy's nails and smiles some, tilting her head. "Looks good on you. So... is there anything either of us can do to help?"

     She settles back with her veggies and dip, floomping down onto the ground near the sofa and perching there cross-legged. "There was a field trip last year some of us went on," she begins. "It was to a genetics laboratory. You can only guess it went pear-shaped pretty fast. Lucky we had a technopath, Sam Morgan, sometimes called Bean so we wouldn't get him mixed up with Sam Guthrie. Sentinels showed up, shit got real, and he actually managed to talk to the thing almost like you talk to most tech, Jer, and told it to -sit-. The flipping thing -sat-."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Yes, I know about designate Sam Morgan. >>

Jeremy's eyes blink again a few times as he glances down at his fingerpaint, then back to them. He lets out a soft breath between his lips, then glances over as the comptuer pings once it settles on the welcome screen. He gives a tilt of his head as a window launches, followed by the data retrieval from the hard drive mounted.

<< I am going to take a shower and rinse off, then I will be back to complete my job here. >>

He leans down to take the plate with the Hot Pocket on it, then starts for the door.

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Guess ah hadn't met him. Sounds cool though. Better'n punchin' things to pieces by accident." Ted stretches both legs in front of him and sets them back down once more. "Lookit that, got it goin' real quick." He grins, then furrows his brow lightly at the technopath. "Um, well, awlright, talk to you later. Ah guess." He shifts a bit in his seat, glancing to Shannon, "Y'know, think ah can fall out a tree with no damage, ah wouldn't get sore sleepin' in a weird position, yet here ah am."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon shakes her head. "He's since gone on to MIT. Still hear from him sometimes, but he's got his studies there keeping him busy." She glances over where Ted is looking and smiles, crossing her arms and giving a very satisfied nod. "Told ya he was good. Spyder Byte, the tech whisperer."

     She frowns a little bit as Jeremy gets up to leave, furling her wings around partially in front of her. "See ya later, then..." Looking back at Ted, she smiles a bit. "Yeah, I can vouch for you falling out of a tree with no damage," she adds, in a lightly teasing sort of tone.