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OOC - Catching Up
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RP Event: Lockdown
"Just don’t like the words lock and down used together like that. Usually means bad shit is going down." Booth frowned, but when he looked up to see the younger boy smiling, a smile tugged at his own lips.
"Here’s to hoping you are right." He did a make-shift salute before moving to sit in the computer chair next to Hardison’s, looking in confusion at the computer screens.
"How do you know so much about computers? I’d just assume everything was lost."
"Or, the Powers That Be wantcha ta think there's some bad shit goin' on," Alec countered, grinning at the mock-military salute before swivelling back to face the computer as Seeley came to take a seat. Okay, there was definitely badass S.H.I.E.L.D. agent thing going on, but Alec coudl get behind that.
The boot up started and Alec started cycling through the program log, keeping his eye out for anything that seemed out of the norm. "'s not that hard, really," he shrugged, eyes scanning, "Jus' like talkin' another language or whatever. Gotta know what it's sayin', gotta be able ta speak to it - gotta know how ta make it do what ya want it ta do..." And there it was - there it was, right there in the report. "See, that's what when wrong," he said, highlighting the portion so Seeley could see it before tabbing out and launching the system code to fix it. "Nothin' too hard." The program was password protected so that only admin's could get at it, but Alec had created his own back door to these systems the first day he'd gotten here. Tapping in his code, he fixed the problem, and opened up a webpage. Time to see if this was a legitimate threat or not.
"Before it crashed, what were you workin' on? I'll probably be able ta get it back." While his everyday multi-tasking skills were questionable, there was no doubt that it didn't translate into his techno skills.
Brawn Vs. Brain || Hardison & Eliot
Eliot nodded and resisted the urge to ask if his grandma could drive a tank too. Not that Eliot could, but it would be funny to suggest something like that to the excitable kid in front of him. He then heard the jab at how he was raised. He was raised with electricity, but computers? His parents didn’t need them.
"No. I wasn’t. I was raised in candle light and I had to strangle my dinner with my own bare hands." He was joking, but he made his face as serioud as possible. He had to see what Hardison’s reaction to that would have been.
Alec nodded along, not missing a beat: "'splains a lot, ya know. What with all the illiter- wait," he paused, his mind computing Eliot's words mid-sentence. It'd taken a while to process the words and the delivery and put them together, and he felt his mind glitching out as he realized it wasn't what he was expecting.
But no, Eliot had to be joking. He had a smartphone after all, even if it was VHS. "I believe that - an' don't you go stranglin' me, I ain't got no meat on these bones, and I ain't all that much fun to kill anyhow."
Hospital Stay || Hardison & Eliot
Eliot nodded and listened as the kid rambled on, talking about his rocket and classes and other things he had been up to. He then suddenly stopped, looking sheepish and he cleared his throat before speaking again.
"Well. I’ve been stuck in this bed. Every time I try to take this oxygen tube out of my nose they yell at me. It’s not like I can’t breath." He let out a laugh as he looked outside the door.
"They are good people though. They sneak me extra Jell-o. If you are here for lunch you can have one." He smiled and let out a laugh that hurt his broken ribs.
"Don't look all that comfortable," Alec nodded in sympathy - it looked better on Eliot than it ever had on his Nana, but something told him that wouldn't be a helpful comment to make.
Alec raised an eyebrow: "Jell-o man? For serious?" He winced, and reached out to pat Eliot's arm. "'s a good thing I got that laptop in here for ya' - if Jell-o's the highlight of your day, well, that's just sad. We needa get you livin' it up in here or sumthin'. Want me ta get a decent meal in here for ya? A nice sound system, an' a bigger tv, an' I don't think the nurses' 'd mind much if I rewired the lights, or somethin', right?"
Being stuck in a hospital bed with nothing to do all day? It boggled his mind, honest to God it did.
OOC - Mini Hiatus
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Egypt || Nate and Alec
"Yes Alec,a tent.However it’s not what you think you will have internet access through a wireless satellite linked to a network." Nate could definitely see the fright in the teen as the plan began to take off.He placed his hand on Alec’s shoulder and smiled. “Relax,the best way to get past the fear of flying is to imagine yourself some where else,or even think about all your computers and technology and how much it makes you happy." This wasn’t Nate’s first flight,with his previous job he had been all over the world,four times over at least. He learned how to deal with the long hours and the take off and landings that came with it. This flight to Egypt was like a walk in the park to say the least.
"The tents aren’t two trees with a tarp." He said with a laugh. “They are pretty decent.You might come to admire them once you get settled in but as I said previously,you will get to have fun as well,not every day will be spent at the dig." Opening his book again he had a small smile displayed across his face,he was going to enjoy this,and he knew that Alec would as well.Plus this trip would keep him away from the bottle for a week or two. “Don’t worry to much." He said glancing away from his book,"Just trust me you will enjoy it."
“Oh thank God.” Just the mere chance that he’d be denied his daily dose of the digital was exhausting and stressful enough, never mind actually not having it. And the things he could do with a satellite connection… Unconsciously he leaned into the hand on his shoulder; easy said than done, he wanted to say, but he didn’t because his heart was way up there in his throat. For once he didn’t say anything, the connection between his mind and mouth that usually ran out of check momentarily severed. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts.
And actually, he thoughts, as he ventured a peek through the window – it wasn’t that bad. They were starting to level out, and after that terrifying moment where the wheels left the ground and the whole plane lurched… after that part, it wasn’t that bad.
They were still rising as he nodded alone to the Prof’s words, noticeably more relaxed. “Y’know, I’ve never been outta the country. Moved ‘round the state a bit when I was young, but the Institutes’ far as I’ve gone. Nothin’ like this, so I don’ think it counted as travelin’. But this’ll be good,” he nodded, reaffirming P. Ford’s words to himself. “Be nice n’ fun.”
Taking the cue from Ford, he pulled out his laptop and made sure that the wireless and Bluetooth were off. “Didcha wanna watch with me?” he asked, figuring that he might as well offer. There was going to be some kind of in-flight entertainment, he was sure (and if there wasn’t, he was going to feel royally cheated by every single movie out there, like, ever). But, there were television shows to be caught up on, and monthly rewatches to be rewatched. And hours upon hours to kill.
Definitions | Maeve & Alec
"Well, artificial intelligence is just that, artificial - something that’s made by a person and like I said, people can always be changed if they really want to be. A machine becoming self-aware is science fiction but our reliance on them is a bit unnerving at times." she spoke simply enough, even offering a light shrug of her small shoulders. Maeve didn’t pretend to know much about the sorts of things he was talking about but it was a riveting conversation nonetheless.
Tilting her head softly to one side as she watched him for a handful of moments before she found her voice again. “Of course the answer is out there somewhere and that’s the beauty of it, we haven’t found it yet. When a person believes they know everything and there’s nothing new left to learn that is when the mind truly dies. Not knowing is part of our nature and it’s what sets us apart from the machines you’re talking about." Another delicate smile coming to her features as she nodded in a matter of fact nature.
"People make little people all the time," Alec pointed out, though maybe that was a little too much of a tech-loving comparison for even him. Actually, it sounded a little creepy, comparing procreation to building a computer. He tried to backpedal. "There're machine's out there that'r almost self-aware - I mean, if ya got a smart phone, you got a little program in there that starts learnin' what how you type and what mistakes you typically makes. It watches, records an' learns. An' who knows what kinda hinky stuff they've got growin' in all those government labs. All 'm sayin' is that we might not be too far off..." But maybe that was just wistful thinking on his part.
"Hey," he said suddenly, perking up, thinking out loud again. "Think it's possible to make a computer that recognizes genes? An' not in the helpful science-y way, that's already there - but in the kinda way where you can assign a function to each kinda part of a gene? And then that'a way, you'd be able to figure out what you're missin', and what means what exactly? An' then maybe make a person that way? Not a real person," he clarified.
Brawn Vs. Brain || Hardison & Eliot
Eliot nodded as he listened. He was right. The kid probably had a hard life. He wouldn’t pry but instead looked around and then back at the kid.
"That’s a good reason. I can appreciate a reason like that." He leaned forward slightly and put his hands, balled into fists, on the table. He tried to look over the screen, but it all looked like gibberish to him.
"If that’s how you have to work a computer, I have NO interest. That looks like you need a degree in every science and math course offered to be able to work the damn thing." He huffed out a sigh and started fiddling with the empty coffee cup in front of him.
Thankful that it seemed to be enough for Eliot, Alec went back to the screen, tabbing between his internet search, and the document he had started that listed the kind of set up he wanted for Eliot's new computer, complete with little coding notes. Seeing that Eliot was trying to get a look, he leaned back and angled the screen at him, watching for any trace of comprehension.
He couldn't help but laugh at Eliot's dismissal. "Man," he said, grinning widely, "That's a Hardison Original Interface. No way you'd be functionin' on something like that - I made it special. Nah man, you'd get somethin' simple an' easy - like what my Nana uses." It was a shot, but it wasn't malicious, and he laughed again, angling the thing back so typing was easier.
But maybe that wasn't the best way to make friends? Alec saved his files and closed it with a practiced motion. "But my Nana also says that I needa pay attention humans an' not my monster games, so maybe that's not so bad? Whadda 'bout you? Weren't never exposed to a computer or electricity when you were a tot?"
Hospital Stay || Open
Eliot watched as he pointed out numerous things and was almost overwhelmed the sudden gratitude. He nodded here and there as the man showed him the features and pointed out the interface.
“Ummmm…. Thanks… I didn’t need it, but thanks." There had to better things on this Netflix thing than on the TV in the room. He looked over to the kid and offered a smile.
"You’re good… For a techophile." He grinned wide and then closed the computer that was not sitting on the rolling table and rolled it out of the way a moment.
"So.. Other than that, what has school been like." He hadn’t been in a few days and so of course he was curious. He could explore the computer later, he wanted to talk to the guest he had in his room right now. Having company was nice and the fact that the nurses took his phone, wouldn’t let him up from the bed, and yelled at him every time he took the oxygen tubing from his nose made him want to scream.
"'Course you need it," Alec dismissed with a wave of his hand and a grin, "Ya just don' know it yet! Gonna be your saving grace, right here," he nodded, giving the laptop a fond 'pat-pat'. "Gonna be your new best lil' buddy right there." Now the laptop needed a brother cell phone, and Eliot'd be all up to date with his tech. Until next month, probably.
The appreciation was something Alec could work with, but he tried not to beam. Oh, he'd slowly convert Mr. Spencer; there was a grand plan at work here, a scheme to end all schemes, and there'd be no two ways about it. "No problemo," he shrugged off, genuinely meaning it. If he didn't spend his time doing this stuff, then what else would he be doing?
"Mostly borin' as hell," Alec told him candidly, because most of those lectures lasted thirty minutes too long. "But 'm taking some different courses, and those are alright. I was testin' out a rocket the other day, and this teacher came by an' covered for me when it exploded - was real nice of him; he teaches the archeology classes, an' he said I should drop by." The way his eyes lit up it was obvious just how much admiration he had for that particular professor. "Been goin' to those, and they've been fun... he knows what he's talkin' about, and he makes it interestin'. I dunno, he seems like the type to actually care, ya know, instead of jus' leavin' you out to dry." He stopped when he realized that he'd been doing what most people would probably classify as 'rambling'. And embarrassing rambling at that. Clearing his throat a little self-conciously, he glanced around the room.
"How 'bout you? How's this place been treatin' ya?"
RP Event: Lockdown
"Sure. I’d love the help dude." He got out of the chair and offered it to the new kid. As he stood, a lockdown notice came over the intercoms. He looked to the door that opened into the hall and he quickly went over and closed the door, locking it and then roughly shoved a filing cabinet in front of it. He backed away from the door and then looked back at the kid.
“Ummm… I’m Seeley by the way… But my friends call me Booth." He moved back over to the kid, keeping an eye on the door. There was no telling what was going on, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He didn’t like being in situations where he had no exit strategy, and being a room with no windows left him with one choice.
Alec sat down and got to work, looking up at the ceiling absently as the announcement came on. Lockdown - weird. The computer was just restarting and entering the Advanced Boot Up menu when the scraping of metal against the floor caught his attention. He turned around with a confused look, a little taken back by the whole hardcore SHIELD agent response. "Um... Hardison," Alec replied, glancing between the cabinet and Seeley. "Ya worried we're gonna get attacked by some Doom-bots or sumthin?" Then again, Hardison had a particular lack of respect for most types of authority, and probably wouldn't have thought much of the lockdown otherwise.
The computer beeped and he turned around to set it on the right course, and swivelled back to face Seeley once again. The hum of the computers was all the comfort and reassurance he needed. "Probably just a drill or somethin'," he said with what he hoped was a reassuring smile; there was a little uncertainty on his face, like he was debating the merits of taking the lockdown seriously.
Definitions | Maeve & Alec
Although technology was not her strongest suit she was able to follow along with everything he was saying, drinking in his every uttered syllable in her mind’s constant lust for knowledge. She found him to be a rather fascinating specimen, someone who could actually hold an intelligent conversation rather than just looking at her as if she were some walking encyclopedia or something of the like. “That’s the beauty of it all, there is no real answer to that question. As cliche as I’ve always thought it sounded, life really is a mystery and it’s the greatest one of them all." she practically beamed at her own words. Logic, theory and even downright fact all had it’s place but in the end there was always something to cancel it out and a slew of reasoning behind those cancellations. It was a beautiful, never-ending cycle.
Even though they had two different approaches, they really were talking about the same thing. And there was that philosophical answer that it always came down to. "When does an AI stop being an AI an' start bein' like a person? When does it take over the world?" he asked in response, the comic-book-geek equivalent of her quandary. More or less. Okay, maybe less, but it was still relevant.
"But there's gotta be an answer somewhere out there, right? An' maybe we just don't know it yet? I mean, behind every theoretical AI, there's a slew of wiring an' programming. What's to say we didn't just evolve to the poin' where we could write ourselves? Write our own story an' all?" He looked up at the ceiling, a dreamy look coming over his face as he imagined it. It was its own kind of beauty.
Egypt || Nate and Alec
Nate nodded and gave him a brief smile. “Alec,I forgot to mention one tiny little detail about our stay." He began pulling a book out of his bag,it was a book on the study of the great pyramids,he figured it’d be a great read for the long flight. “We will be staying in a tent near the dig,now before you get depressed I will be taking you into Cairo and all over Egypt to make sure you have a little fun as well." Nate knew the teen wasn’t going to like that idea but there wasn’t much he could do about it,he was technically an Archaeologist on reserve and he was called on to give a helping hand.
He sighed Opening his to an ear marked page.He was going to be tired by the time they would actually arrive and once they reach the dig it will be late and they would want to take the night to get rid of the their jet lag."I will tell you this much Alec,the first night will be the most difficult,other then that when we will have fun,I will make sure of it.We won’t be at the dig the whole time but when we are there you will have to be very careful,anything could happen while underground." Nate gave him a smile knowing that alone would get his mind going."That and the curse of the mummy is very real." Now he was just teasing the kid to have a little fun.
Alec was in the middle of thinking about how much lighter that big ass block of a book would be if it were a PDF when his mind actually registered the words coming out of P. Ford's mouth. "A... a tent?" he asked, his eyebrows shooting up, forgetting all about the death tank he was on that was currently taxing to the runway. "Like, a tent out in the middle o' nowhere, kinda tent? Strung up between two trees with a cot, kinda tent? Like a tent..." he swallowed thickly, casting a desperate glance down at his bag, "Without electricity, kinda tent?" Dear Lord, let it not be true. He wasn't prepared for this. Between the two laptops he maybe had ten hours of battery, and if he didn't have anywhere to recharge them... "But my computers," he whined, the picture of a child being denied a lollipop. "What about my computers? What about yer computers?" he added, hoping that angle would get P. Ford invested too.
"Fun's good," Alec said weakly, swallowing nervously as the plane started to power up it's engines, getting enough power so that it could use the kickback to get it into the air. "Fun's real good. It's great - real great." Right now probably wasn't the best time to mention his little case of claustrophobia - it wasn't that bad really, as long as he wasn't shoved into a closet, or anything.
He looked up at Nate as the pressure built and the plane released its brakes, the sudden release causing it to rocket forward. Gawd, at least if he was going to die right now, he wouldn't have to suffer through the withdrawal of not having his computers and electricity and internet. How the Prof could be so relaxed, Alec didn't know, but he tried his best to take comfort in it.
Brawn Vs. Brain || Hardison & Eliot
"There is nothing wrong with this thing. I’ve had it for years." He looked down at his phone. Sure, it had been scratched up and was missing the original back, but it had done Eliot good.
"What is your deal with electronics?" Eliot asked seriously. He was starting to wonder entirely too much about the kid. He looked like he was so young, but there was something in his eyes that belittled his physical age. A wisdom that only came from years living in reality instead of a computer screen.
Alec looked at Eliot dryly over the top of his screen. "Yeah man, kinda the problem," he pointed out, and he made a mental note to add a new phone onto the shopping cart. One that was easy to use, and had a big screen - Eliot looked like he had huge man fingers, and Alec couldn't imagine they'd be very useful for typing on the small touch keyboards smart phones had nowadays. He added a protective case to his mental shopping cart too - just looking at the poor thing in Eliot's hands made him want to give it some nice TLC and nurse it back to health. Or, you know, drop it in the middle of the ocean so Eliot'd never get to see it again.
There was something in Eliot's tone that made him stop what he was doing on the screen and look up - really look up. It was an honest question, but Alec wasn't sure if he should answer it honestly. It was more than just computers for him - it was a chance to escape, an opportunity to challenge himself, a platform where he could do anything and be anyone. "Obviously you ain't never played WoW," he scoffed, and then realized it felt wrong to be brushing the question off.
So he shrugged, not sure how to phrase it. "Kid like me, comin' from the sorta place I did - not much more out there than what you can see. These?" he said, waving at his laptop, looking at it fondly, "These are. An' that's what's so brilliant about 'em. You learn the language, you can do anythin'. Yer not just stuck in one place." And while that didn't exactly cover it all, it felt like it was a lot.
Definitions | Maeve & Alec
He was losing her as he rattled off a series of what she could only assume were comic book characters by the colorful names in which they had. She didn’t exactly know what it was he was talking about but when he trailed back into the field of genetics and how people worked she noted the use of the word ‘wired’ which drew her back to his passion for technology. He connected their passions by mentioning one of his beloved comic books in lieu of her passion for genetics and now it was her turn to attempt at returning the favor. Her thoughts initially went to her conversation with Spencer, the mention of his mother’s mental maladies and her own realization that such a crippling and defining sickness could, in fact, be genetically passed along. Refusing to believe that her brilliant new companion was inevitably doomed she began to delve into theory rather than logic.
Lightly shaking her head at his question as she sat atop the edge of a nearby table rather than standing guarded, she was warming up to him and it was obvious in her body language. “No, I don’t think that. Think of the mind like a computer of sorts, it can be wired differently. Medications, illegal substances, alcohol all inhibit the mind, altering it in a sense. Ways of thinking can do the same and even emotion can play a role if it’s strong enough. The human body and especially the mind is an endless vast of possibility, nothing is entirely wired, so to speak."
Alec took her cue, leaning up a little more comfortably against the book shelf he'd propped himself up on. He'd never really thought about the characters that way - obviously they all had their reasons for turning out like they did, and most of them were comic-book cliche's, or superhero-typical. Origin stories were like that though - there wasn't usually a comic book that centered around your average joe.
"Like makin' changes to a program, installin' viruses, upgradin' the operating system..." he followed her train of thought, and he nodded along with it. Slowly he slid down the shelf so he was sitting on the ground, more comfortable, thinking. "But I mean, there's a fundamental difference between a Mac an' a Window's, right? So when does it stop bein' wiring and start bein' all the other stuff? When do the upgrades and environment start takin' over, and the platform stop being influential at all?" And maybe he was starting to think beyond the comic books, and think about himself. What was it about him that made him so different from anyone else? What was it about the kids Nana had who didn't turn out alright, who couldn't figure out which way was up and make their life right? There weren't many, and Alec would be hard pressed to say that was something his Nana had failed at.
Hospital Stay || Open
"Hey brother." He moved to sit up and pointed to the chair beside his bed.
"Come on, sit. No reason for you to stand out in the hall like an awkward tree." He let himself laugh softly as he watched the kid. He was obviously nervous and he didn’t quite understand why, but there was no reason for it. He took the apple from his tray for lunch and offered it to him. Being a good cook, he considered an offering of food as good as a peace treaty or even a white flag of surrender.
"What brings you here? Don’t you have class?"
"Awkward tree, movin' in," Alec narrated, slipping into the room just as a nurse rounded the corner of the hall. Close call, that one - and yes, he was well aware that he was being paranoid, but for good reason. Hospitals made his skin crawl in a very special way, but he was willing to see this visit through.
"Thanks," he smiled, figuring that meant that there was nothing weird with his stopping by. That made him relax a fraction, and he shook his head at the offered apple, "Thanks, but no thanks man. Prefer gummie frogs and hot pockets. The cheesy hot pockets. And pizza pops," he added, sitting down in the chair - the laptop poked him in the back, reminding him.
"So." He pulled the bag around so it was sitting on his lap, a grin the size of Mount Washington lighting up his face. "I know you said I didn' hafta. And I didn'. But I needed ta, ya know? 'Cause my heart man, it was hurtin'. And now you're all broken up and hurtin', and I figure this is about the best time there's ever gonna be for you to enjoy..." he pulled out the laptop, smiled widely and got his announcer voice on, "A laptop!"
And before Eliot could start trying to deny the beauty of computers once again, he launched into a five-point presentation of why, exactly, it was so awesome: "You've got the light-up keys for ya, cause I figure you're going to be doin' a lot o' chicken pokin' on this thing for the first little while; I installed all the apps you'd every need - Sports Centre, Skype, Calculator, Google Maps, Netflix, you name it, you got it; I got a nice an' easy interface for you to mess aroun' in; I got you hooked up with some badass blogs on football and the school; ya got all your regulars already bookmarked up in this corner here; and best of all," he grinned, holding it out for Eliot to take, nearly bouncing in excitement, "It's almost bullet proof. Short of dropping it in a lake man, yer covered." And he sat there grinning like a little boy in a candy store, perched on the edge of his seat.
Definitions | Maeve & Alec
To say that Maeve was a sheltered optimist would have been an easy enough label to settle onto the girl but that was always the ‘funny’ thing about putting labels on people - labels only every really made sense on food and designer clothing. In a way she had been very sheltered before coming here and for good enough reason but optimism always came at a price that Maeve was unwilling to pay. She felt reality was something that people needed to have a clear enough sense of but to be a shiftless dreamer never truly hurt anyone either. Logic was the plague of her mind, unable rather than unwilling to allow her mind to adopt a silly sense of wonderment that wasn’t soaked in reasoning.
The mention of the down and out of this society in lieu of her comment about proverbial superpowers inspired a knowing smile to caress her features. “Well, every good hero needs a few villains, right? Isn’t that how comics go?" she didn’t pretend to know a single thing about comic books but even she knew that every story needed a few bad guys in it. Caramel hues shifting to the bag he carried and him telling her about his fixation on technology made her nod knowingly. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind." she may have been smart but even a time or two tech had just gotten the best of her and forced her into the thrall of defeat.
And Alec found that the reality around them was stifling. There were so many things you could do with the right tools, so many options if you had the right sort of brain in your head. The possibilities were literally limitless - nothing was impossible, it was just undiscovered, or unexplained. That was the lure of technology for him, the excitement in all those ones and zeros. It was his love of science and logic that allowed him to take so much joy in all those sci-fi shows he watched; who was to say that anything was impossible? Sure, it might be right now, but in ten or twenty years? The thought was exhilarating. Logic was all good and well, but even that could be written.
"Yeah, o' course," Alec grinned, nodding his head, his eyes alight with passion. "I mean, where'd Iron Man be without the Mandarin? The Avengers without Dr. Doom? And ya know that Superman wouldn't be nowhere without his Kyrptonite. Antagonists an' all that. Even anti-heroes need their conflict. Hey," he frowned, the talk of genetics making him look at them in a new light, "Ya think they're just wired that way? I mean, they've got their personalities an' all, and genetics and stuff, but do you think that evil's always wired to be evil? And good's just wired to be good?"
RP Event: Lockdown
“This is not a drill. The Institute is in lockdown. Please stay where you are, and remain silent, until further notice."
There'd been some serious Mayan research going on when Alec started noticing that a certain (much bigger) guy over a few computers was faced with the notorious BSOD. It wasn't that big of a deal (Alec would venture that it was probably a driver problem, but he'd have to check to be sure), but he knew there was a reason why it was called the Blue Screen of Death. Everyday civilians had trouble dealing with it, and it did look pretty daunting all bright and blue and making your eyes bleed. They were the only two in the computer lab, and when while he was a little nervous to waltz over and help a jocky-looking boy out of the blue, well, who else was going to help him? And really, when could Alec ever resist the chance to help someone out in a way that also showed them he had some wicked skills? It was his kyrptonite. Now to make his approach.
"Hey man," he said, wandering over and nodding at the screen, wondering what the best way to approach this would be. He couldn't very well tell the guy to shove over so he could work his magic. Not on the first meeting, in any case. "I can take a look at that, if you want," he offered, trying not to sound too nervous and dorky. "Fix it up for ya all nice like."
