#codearvis:starter

[baileyfuge]

“It’s coming down pretty hard, suppose we can just wait it out in here for a while.” Bailey smiled glad to at least have a bit of company and the rain beat against the window.

[kishan-ahuja]

#Flashback - February 2019 (one month before Kishan’s death) @baileyfuge​​

Kishan sat down on a bench in the courtyard with a journal and text book next to him. He leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment, a little tired of staring at code all day. He took a deep breath, opening his eyes again. He squinted though because of the harsh sunlight reflecting off the buildings and sidewalk. He needed something to ease his mind and relax a little. And as if his prayers had been answered, he noticed Bailey walking by. He waved to try and flag her down. “Hey! Bailey!” He called out when only waving didn’t work. Once he caught her eye, he grinned and waved to her, hoping she’d come over to his bench.

[elcucuy-reyes]

“We’ve got a huge problem,” was all Sebastian could say when someone from their group came into the room. He glanced up at them before looking back down at the paper in front of him with scribbles everywhere. He clenched his jaw, unsure of how to explain to them their next big challenge when it came to the Grid. This time, the problem was directly caused by him. He’d just started getting used to having friends and partners again, but now he was about to lose them all.

[sal-rizzo]

Two months of shit nonstop. There came another promotion, which apparently involved more paperwork, which had him strapped to his office as much as he was out supervising. All time outside of work was now fully dedicated to academics, and what came next. He was just heading out through one of the most populous parts of the Academy one day when he recognized a familiar face. Had he not been so deprived of interaction, he might not have even said anything. “Hey, what’s up?”

[elena-arias]

“So,” Elena began, taking a seat on one of the scattered chairs inside the old computer room. “This place’s getting demolished in no time. What’s the plan now?”. Even though she was no longer a Turing student, she read The Epigram from time to time, mostly fond of the time she had collaborating within the academy’s newspaper. And now she’d gotten the new: good ol’ Turing Laboratory would be demolished and a shiny, new building would be built there. For the Grid group that meant they had to make some plans to take out their equipment -was that even something they could do...?- and find a new HQ.

[shadia-abassi]

“Okay, so um...I’m sure you’re all wondering why I brought you all here today,” Shadia said, looking at her friends in her apartment. She’d bought a bunch of food and prepared several of their favorite dishes, along with some of her famous mixed drinks, including some spiked hot chocolate and egg nog. A few boxes sat around her apartment, some half full and some completely packed. She knew there was a whole holiday bazaar going on outside downstairs, but one, she wanted to tell her friends the news privately, and two, she had to get rid of all the food and alcohol somehow. A small get together seemed like the best way to do it. “Alright...I didn’t think it’d be so hard to tell you all this but...You know that I’m graduating with my PhD pretty soon and...” The semester was almost over. Only a few more days and Shadia had finished all of her work. She handed a mug of hot chocolate over to her friend and smiled at them for a second. “...I got a job...as a mechanical and robotics engineer...” Her smile faded away as she repeated her next addition to her sentence over and over again in her head. Shadia paused and pursed her lips. “...in California.”

[june-maslow]

"Dinner’s not ready yet” she said without looking up as she continued to crush some garlic cloves under the knife to put in the pan for the tomato and basil sauce she was making. June had offered to make dinner for her housemates and whoever from the other Turing house who wanted to come. It wasn’t implied that this would be some group dinner or anything, if anyone wanted to just grab a plate and go up to their room she was fine with it. She’d offered to cook mostly to kill some time more than anything else, and because it had been a while since she spent some time at a kitchen which she happened to enjoy. She wasn’t left alone despite her statement that dinner wasn’t yet ready and the hacker finally looked, raising an eyebrow “Yeah?”.

[wes-lamar]

Wes stared at the plaque on the statue that was dedicated to his best friend. Correction. Former best friend. Extra emphasis on former now that he was dead and had been dead for over a year now. He beat himself up over and over again over not being there for him or the rest of his (former) friends. It was one of his greatest regrets having missed so much. It turned out that putting himself first because of his crisis didn’t necessarily mean closing himself off from the world. Wes traced his fingers over the careful detailing of the statue, eventually going down to the plaque to run his fingers along the words. Finally, he traced Kishan’s name and the dates written on it. It was beautiful and strong, but filled with overwhelming sadness of dreams cut short and years not lived. It was sobering and maddening to think of someone dying so young. Wes thought of his own fate, which was also going to be filled with dreams cut short and years not lived. He thought he could fix things now by calling his friends to apologize and fix everything, which turned out not to be so simple. Wes began to think that it might be too late and he would have to start over. He glanced over his shoulder at the person lurking behind him and the statue. “It seems....surreal that it’s been a year,” he told them.