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[renegade_enzo]

Here's a face that hasn't been in the bar that much lately.

Matrix is sitting in a booth, his feet kicked up on the table. On the table itself, the components to his weapon, Gun (which looks like a cross between a massive pistol and an SMG) are layed out as the large green sprite checks each piece over and starts cleaning them.

He seems...oddly

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[visible_sariel]

Big green person inna bar?

Big green person with a... great huge phaser-y something inna bar?

Sariel's stopped mid-step. A half-second later she turns around, and offers a shy wave with the hand not holding a steaming mug of... something. "Hi." Green people aren't so terribly unusual, to her; Starfleet gets all kinds.

[renegade_enzo]

Matrix looks up from polishing the inside of the gun's main chamber.

"Huh? Oh, hi."

He may be somewhat more pleasant than normal, but he's still not extremely talkative.

[visible_sariel]

And she's normally a bit shy. Or more than a bit shy. Today's no exception, either.

"I... don't think we've met before." She's a few steps closer now, but not yet sitting down. She's also fairly certain by this point that that thingie? is not a phaser rifle. "You're not new here, are you?" When in doubt, try a fairly inocuous question.

[renegade_enzo]

He chuckles.

"Nah, been here for a few months. Just haven't been in for a little while. Name's Matrix."

He points to the seat across from him.

"Feel free to sit. I don't bite, long as you ain't a Virus."

[visible_sariel]

Sit she does, and that mug of steaming something-or-other ends up on the table on front of her. If sprites can detect those sorts of things, it smells like black tea.

"Sariel Rager," is her answer to the introduction, "and... oh. So have I, for about... two months or so now, at least according to time in here. And time on my ship, actually." It's another breath before the last bit clicks. "A virus?"

[renegade_enzo]

Sprites can't smell matter, so it's just another detail he's missing.

"Yeah, Virus. Know what a computer is?"

He hasn't had to do much of the 'I'm from a computer' speech before, but he knows the drill.

[visible_sariel]

fortunately for all involved, that triggers a memory. "Yes, my universe has--oh! Are you from the same world as someone called 'Mouse'?" A pause, then she adds, "She's purple, with sparkly hair... calls people 'darling'?" Just in case there's another Mouse, and she doesn't know it.

And he's missing out, not being able to smell that tea. As is she, not being able to smell sprite-safe java.

[renegade_enzo]

He nods.

"Yup. Guess you got the whole 'computer sprite' speech, then?"

[visible_sariel]

That clarifies a couple things. "As far as I know, yes. I also found out that her point in time is five hundred odd years behind mine... in different universes, I mean." A beat, a sip of that tea. "You *are* from the same time...?"

[renegade_enzo]

Matrix stares for a moment, and laughs slightly.

"Yeah, same time. Same system, too."

Sorta. Mouse's been staying in Mainframe while they deal with Daemon.

[visible_sariel]

Whoops. Dang that pesky Starfleet mindset. "Sorry." Sariel's looking sheepish over there. "I'm from the year 2368." Maybe that'll make things a touch clearer.

[renegade_enzo]

He chuckles.

"1997, here. Not sure if Mouse told you, but time moves differently for sprites than it does for Users. An hour for you is like a year for us. So five hundred years'd be like...well...It'd be a lot longer."

He's not the greatest at math, unfortunately.

[visible_sariel]

Maybe that detail had been missed before. either that or she'd forgotten it. "Oh.. oh, I didn't realize that. Sorry if I confused you. Five hundred... er, Earth standard years, then."

OOC: Pause for half an hour or so? Must get dinner.

[renegade_enzo]

He laughs slightly.

"Yeah, I guessed. It's just that the way Users measure time still throws me off sometimes."

[visible_sariel]

Sariel's trying for diplomacy here. "I imagine time for sprites would throw me off. It... does." Cycles, microseconds, oy!

She squints sidelong at that phaser-rifle thingie, then away again. Yipes!

[renegade_enzo]

Matrix? Diplomacy?

The mun suppresses his laughter.

He notices the look to his gun.

"What? Never seen a gun before?"

He's gotten a couple others like that today. He's hoping she isn't going to be another.