Lovelace

[clayelenas]

[scarlettxmcknight]

“I met one of those, but they took away all the cool stuff they can do so they’re just normal like humans anyway.” she said with a shrug. “Witchy witch? What is that supposed to mean?” Scarlett chuckled the slightest bit, “I’m realizing the myths are usually wrong about supers anyway, though it would be kinda funny to see you in a pointy hat.”

[lovelaceturing]

“Eh, I think the biology is still the same, so I bet there’s still some cool stuff they can do.” But that wasn’t her area of expertise. “Doesn’t really mean anything. Just trying to be amusing, I suppose.” No sense of humor, these people. “I’ve been known to sport one on Halloween, on occasion, but mostly I’m inside too much for hats. I’m a technomancer -- that means my magic deals with technology.”

[scarlettxmcknight]

Scarlett chuckled a little, “If people hear there’s an IT person on campus that actually knows about technology, I’m sure you’ll have a line of problems in no time.” she pointed out. “So you’re not a slave obviously, so what does that make you? Witch? Vamp? Wolf?” she asked in mild interest, wondering what this woman was hiding.

[lovelaceturing]

“There actually are some super-slaves,” she started before deciding tangents might not be the best with this woman. “Erh, witch. Witchy-witch. I know, lacking the mole and the pointy hat, I’m a total disappointment to my kind, but it just didn’t suit my style.”

[scarlettxmcknight]

Scarlett rolled her eyes, “Yeah, can’t have any of us unruly ‘slaves’ having real contact with the world now can we?” she asked sarcastically. “So are you the person that people are gonna talk to if they screw up their laptops and phones or are you doing stuff for the school?”

[lovelaceturing]

Shaking her head, Lovelace bit her cheek rather than reply to that. As far as she was concerned, things weren’t nearly bad as they could be here. Besides, she was in no position to complain; she was already on the run, didn’t need to piss off a school of angry superpowerful supernaturals too. 

“God, I hope not. But, inevitably, some will come to me anyway.” And when that happened, she’d bitch and complain about it. “Mostly, I’m doing stuff for the school.”

[clydexfoy]

Clyde raised a brow at her sudden certainty, made him chuckle lightly. He decided to not mention it verbally though. “Alright, it’s a deal then”, he concluded, extending his hand. Clyde already made some mental notes about the woman. After all, he wanted her to like the photos as much as possible considering she’d really look out for him. “Well then. Good luck finding me, Miss..?”, he elegantly inserted his question, standing up as if he wanted to leave. It’d be a shame not knowing even the name of the turbulent blonde.

[lovelaceturing]

“Don’t worry, I’ll find you,” she grinned, shaking his hand. “And it’s Lovelace Turing. And, while I promise I COULD find you without it, why don’t you make it a little bit easier for me and tell me your name too. Or you could really make me work for it.”

[pierre-mccoy]

“Of course.” He nodded his head, and tried not to show that he didn’t get the statement. He wondered if she was trying to make a joke like so many of the people he knew– but couldn’t catch on it. So instead he smiled and nodded his head, that was the appropriate response, correct?

“I can sit and talk if you wish.” He nodded his head before moving and sitting down on the ground. Furniture was still a hard thing for Pierre and though Klaus allowed him to sit where he wished– he knew little of this woman or what she expected from slaves.

[lovelaceturing]

He was...unusual, wasn’t he?  And Lovelace was no stranger to all kinds of unusual people but even this had her a bit uncertain as to what to do. Especially when he went and sat himself down on the ground. “Oh, uh, okay, you can sit there, I guess. If you want. A chair might be more comfortable, though. But, the ground’s okay too.” 

Was she making an idiot of herself? Probably, babbling and stumbling over her words like a drunk woman. Taking a deep breath, she focused on smiling, leaning forward as she asked, “So, what’s your name?”

[pierre-mccoy]

Pierre licked his lips and watched the woman. “If you desire a foot rub– then you deserve one, miss.” He nodded his head. “I can find someone if you wish. Though I am not able to, I am still a slave and it’s my desire for you to be taken care of.” He watched her, confused when she held our her hand onto to take it away. Though the slave did not comment on it.

“Is there anything else you desire, miss? I can fetch you a snack if you wish or direct you anywhere on campus.”

[lovelaceturing]

“Pshaw, I can rub my own feet. Not sure I should be inflicting these deadly weapons on anyone else anyway,” she joked, wiggling her toes again before pulling her feet into her lap, starting to work her thumb along the line of her aching arch. 

“I think I’m done walking anywhere, at least for a while, so no directions please. Maybe a snack later, but huh, until then, you could sit and talk with me? If that’s okay, I mean, I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with your Master or anything.”

[scarlettxmcknight]

Scarlett laughed a little, “Well at least you know what you’re doing. So are you the one that keeps all of us from contacting our families or friends while we’re here too?” she asked, figuring that would fall under her job too. “I wouldn’t count on there not being idiots to screw it up though, this place is crawling with them.”

[lovelaceturing]

“Not really. That’s the other tech guy’s job, making sure people don’t go over their allotted outside email count.” One per month for slaves, and unlimited for the Masters, of course. That wasn’t even a process that really needed a person to watch it; not an algorithm to catch it. Plus the occasional check that no one was being sneaky about getting around it. 

“There’s always idiots. It’s a matter of managing them, and keeping them occupied with breaking their own shit.”

[monkeysxmuses]

Send me a statement, I'll say if it's True or False.

[southernxwolf]

“It absolutely would be. So all in the name of politeness” she grinned, then laughed at the drawn-out tone of the woman’s voice. Qhuinn watched with an expectant look as the tried the fresh sheet of brown spicy goodness, quite pleased at her reaction. “Well that sounds like a good thing” she laughed.

[lovelaceturing]

“Definitely a good thing. A very good thing. You should sell this stuff -- oh, wait...” She grimaced sheepishly, glancing around the BAKERY that the woman OWNED. “Erh, well, clearly you have good product and good business sense to take advantage of it.”

[southernxwolf]

“Are you now? You’re in luck, I did happen to start trying a few batches, I’ve never attempted something quite this grand before. I don’t suppose you’d be interested in a sample?” she joked, producing a plate full from behind the counter.

[lovelaceturing]

“Well, if you insist,” she drawling in an exaggeratedly beleaguered tone, “it would be rude to say no.” With a silent laugh at herself, she swiped up a piece of ginger bread and bit into it. Her face contorted for a moment , and then twisted, and then melted. 

“Good god, if anyone complains about this, they have no soul.”

[southernxwolf]

“Well I haven’t had any complaints about it yet. But then again this will be my first holiday on the island, so who knows what kind of refined palates there are here that will turn their noses up” she grinned.

[lovelaceturing]

“Well then. All the more reason to give me some. I’m an excellent judge of gingerbread, and I can tell you if you have anything to worry about.” Lovelace grinned back, really determined to weasel her way into a plat full of gingerbread. 

[clydexfoy]

“It would”, he admitted dryly. “I mean you may join but I’m not much of a talker, especially if it comes to work and I need my own space so I don’t think you’ll benefit much” Then his expression lightened again a bit. “But if you come and find me in a few days, you can keep the results if you like”, he offered her.

[lovelaceturing]

“I know that feeling.” Interruptions to the PROCESS might sound like a pretentious complaint, but still a very valid one in her opinion. Lovelace may have a rampant problem of talking to herself when working, but trying to add another person to those conversations generally ended in disastrous meltdowns that cause blackouts or the deletion of all mentions of Smurfs from Wikipedia. ( That had been a strange one, admittedly. ) 

“I’d like that. And it seems fair, considering I gave you the tip of for the shooting opportunity.”

[southernxwolf]

“I want to make a gingerbread replica of my old home. Don’t judge me..”

[lovelaceturing]

“If you feed me some broken walls and shit, I promise I won’t judge you. Unless your gingerbread isn’t any good. Then I’ll judge you. But really, a baker who can’t make good gingerbread deserves to be judged.”

[clydexfoy]

“Better do it now before I grow too old. I can still sit in my business when I’m 60.”, he shrugged. “Sure, you could do that but I tell you it’d be more fun otherwise. Besides you’re quite sure you’ll find me again in that huge crowd of people, aren’t you?”, he teased lightly. Clyde wasn’t sure himself if he wanted to show her the final results considering that it would take a role in the way he’ll shoot the pics. Quickly he decided that it’ll be up to the blonde.

[lovelaceturing]

“I don’t usually have issues finding people.” Not if they had a cell phone or a computer or a tablet. And lacked the sort of super detailed security measures that were her bread and butter. But perhaps that was too close to boasting. 

“Maybe company would make the hike less insane,” she offered before quickly adding, “Unless that would throw off your artistic process too much.”

[enslavedhunter]

Orion nodded it would just give him more time to spend with her if she was not a teacher and that would keep him busy with the good mistresses he knew. He was just glad though that the offer was still on the table he would need that. “Oh well that is too bad if you wanted we could return to your room and I could continue the massage there. It is far more preferable than going back to the slave quarters.”

[lovelaceturing]

“Um, erh, hnnng.” Was he really expecting a no?  Sure, she was having trouble getting words of any sort out, but did he honestly think anyone would ever turn him down? Gathering enough coherency together to say, “Sure,” she pulled away from his hands (a miraculous feat, she deserved a reward) long enough to scoop up her shoes. 

“It might be a bit messy in there. Still unpacking and getting everything set up.” Sheepish as she smiled at him, she jerked her head towards the stairs. “I’ll, uh, lead the way, I guess.” 

[enslavedhunter]

Orion was a little surprised by the offer so much so that he stopped massaging her shoulders for a minute. “Wow really I am sure I will have to take you up on that offer once I am in your classes. I guess then if you ever want I am good at a lot of things like massages so if there is anything that you ever need or want well I’d be more than willing.” He grinned starting the massage back up. “Do you have a bikini on under your top I can give you a better massage without your shirt on.”

[lovelaceturing]

“Oh, I, I’m not actually teaching any classes,” fuck that would be a disaster. Catastrophic, crash and burn disaster -- few times she’d had to TA classes as a grad student, it had been a mess. “I’m not a professor, never finished PhD or anything, I’m just here to take care of the network of wards. But the offer still stands. I have done all the classes before.” 

She nearly choked for a moment. “Uh, no, I, I don’t, I’m sorry.” Though she might have to make a habit of that now, if this was to be her new normal.