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[motherbored]

[There is a young girl sitting out at a table in a clearing somewhere with a laptop on the table and a sign that reads:

Technological diagnostics and repairs*

*Repairs and original inanimate state of object not guaranteed.]

[She seems to be drumming her fingers on the table in a bored manner]

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[samsera]

"Original inanimate state not guaranteed?"

[motherbored]

[Two stalked eyes emerge from the laptop and peer at Sera]

[samsera]

...hello.

[motherbored]

[Spot says]

Hi.

[Then Dairine]

Spot, don't stare.

[samsera]

He was being polite...

*to Spot*

You're Spot? I'm Sera.

[motherbored]

Sera.

[Cocks his eye stalks at her]

Um. He's not that talkative these days. To other people.

[samsera]

That's fine. It's nice to meet you, Spot... don't feel obligated to talk to me.

[motherbored]

It really isn't you. Most of our conversations don't happen out loud.

How have you been Sera?

[samsera]

Me? Just fine... the same as usual, really. What about you?

[motherbored]

Still trapped here.

[samsera]

...mm, that does happen.

[motherbored]

I thought maybe I could entertain myself with messing with people's stuff but there haven't been many takers.

[samsera]

I don't think many people have a lot of stuff, unfortunately. And most of the problems with the laptops are from camp.

[motherbored]

That's what I was hoping to see. I haven't looked at the one they gave me. Someone would get jealous.

[samsera]

You can look at mine, if you like, but I generally get along with that sort of thing very well... I haven't really had any problems.

[motherbored]

I appreciate the offer but who's to say you didn't get the one working one.