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[piperaceae]

Put together:

1 booth
2 mugs (1 half-full of coffee, the other empty)
1 laptop
1 clipboard (papers included)
2 ballpoint pens
and 1 Pepper Potts

and you get --

-- one supremely minimalist, but eminently taggable post.

[ ooc: open until it falls off the page.

tiny tagalag: virginia "pepper" potts ]

Comments

[awaroutthere]

She probably knows the look of someone absorbed in their work by now, both from experience and seeing it in her employer. And she'd almost certainly know it as it pertains to number-crunching.
But how often do you see it in a college kid trying to get his homework done on the sly?
In any case, Cosmo's at a nearby table, working on a problem set. He's sitting so that when he glances up, it's in Pepper's direction, but he's a little too intimidated to actually say something. Social situations have never been his strong point.

[piperaceae]

They are, fortunately, one of Pepper's specialties, and, recognizing the look about him, offers up a friendly smile and a wave.

[awaroutthere]

She gets a (somewhat sheepish) smile in return. "Um. Hi. Sorry, I was just... I needed to look away from the numbers for a second."
He might be bad at this stuff, but he'll at least try.

[piperaceae]

"It's no problem," she says, shaking her head, "I hit a bit of a block, anyway."

Curiosity piqued, she nods over at his table.

"What're you working on?"

[awaroutthere]

"Problem set. Figure if the opportunity to do my homework and come out with free time is here, I might as well take it."
Especially with Marty getting... enthusiastic about the computer stuff.

[piperaceae]

"I know what you mean."

She draws a hand over her forehead, smiling in a slightly tired manner.

"I couldn't imagine living without this place. My workload has, so to speak, died down a little, but still. Time is a valuable commodity.

"I'm Pepper, by the way. I mean, my given name's Virginia, but people hardly call me that anymore."

[awaroutthere]

"Hi. I'm Cosmo. Nice to meet you."
He's still mentally flailing, a little, but there's only so much he can do about that. Hopefully, that'll settle a bit.

[piperaceae]

Pepper is doing her best to be friendly in the hopes that it'll have him feeling a little less awkward.

"Nice to meet you, too. I suppose I should add I'm from 2008."

[awaroutthere]

"...Far out. It's only 1969, for me."
It's helping, a little. In that he's not completely flummoxed by 'wtf pretty woman.'

[piperaceae]

We'll count it as a small victory.

"So -- you're in college, now?"

[awaroutthere]

"Yeah. Senior year, math and communication. Still working on what the hell I'm going to do with it."
Other than the more nebulous 'change the world,' anyway.

[piperaceae]

"You'll have a lot of opportunities," Pepper nods. "The field's just opening up; people in your major'll be snatched straight from the job market. You won't have too much trouble."

[awaroutthere]

"I've... kinda gotten that impression. Especially since they let us poke around on the college computers, when we've got free time."
Not that Cosmo would have much of that this year, if not for Milliways. He doesn't know how the hell Marty does it.

[piperaceae]

"They're still complete monstrosities for you, aren't they?"

[awaroutthere]

"Well--"
But Cosmo's already seen one laptop here, and he noticed Pepper's earlier. Whatever defense of the school computer lab he could pull together would pale in comparison. He does, at least, crack a smile.
"In comparison to what I've seen here, yeah. They are. We muddle along, though, and hey, it's the kind of stuff that got man on the moon. Gotta start somewhere, right?"