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As interesting as the Temple of the Flaming Space Nuns is, some folks just aren't all that religious (despite due respect, on certain terms), and Aldo Raine has taken his leave and returned to the decidedly no less lurid but far more real-world resembling carnival. It's still a little loud and headache-inducing for his personal tastes, but

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[gloriousness]

One Penelope Garcia, for what it's worth, thinks the carnival is one of the best things she's ever had the pleasure of seeing (she would). For right now she's exploring - she may have stopped at a game in order to play and win something ridiculous and neon-bright, but that is beside the point. There's an unending list of people she'd like to drag along with her here next time, and she's ticking off reasons in her head as to why she should or shouldn't do it.

-laptops in mortal danger catch her attention though and she quirks a brow because she knows the look he's giving it well. "Troubles?" she says, lightly, as she passes (trying to not look TOO interested). Isn't this what got her in trouble last time?

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Aldo raises an eyebrow at being approached - whether it's at Garcia's ... aura ... or just because a strange woman is accosting him about technology, it's hard to say - and then decides, apparently, why not.

"I'm afraid this com-puter and I don't quite get along all the time. I suspect that the whatever-the-fuck it uses to function is somewhat disabled, seein' as it likes to do anything in the world but work, but I must admit I am not the most skilled operator."

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Garcia's used to it - look, she has that kind of effect on people. She shifts where she stands, pursing her lips a little. "Hmm. Well, these babies tend to be super finicky, so I'll bet it's probably just being stubborn."

(She is the mistress of this 'really nice tech support' thing, don't look at her like that.)

She doesn't sit down with him, but her posture does indicate that she's not ... going anywhere. "I could try and see what the problem is, if you're not too opposed?"

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She blends in, anyway, so it's not entirely alarming. Hell, he could commend her on successful camouflage, if he was so inclined. However as he suspects this is less tactical mindfulness and more personal expression, he finds himself unwilling to bring the subject up. Since she seems to helpful, anyhow.

"How could I turn down such a chipper offer?" Aldo smiles, which is more pleasant than it should be, and slides his funnel cake across to one side of the table before gesturing for her to take a seat.

[gloriousness]

Maybe it's a little of both, sir. (It's not. She's always like this. Send help.)

She laughs a little before moving to sit where he indicates, setting her bag down to the side. "That's what I like to hear. Now, first off, what do you want it to be doing? So we know where to go from there."

Somehow, she makes talking someone through the usage of a computer not sound patronizing at all. (It's a gift.)

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"Hell if I know." ... Well. "These things don't exist yet where I'm from an' I'm just tryin' to get up with the times."

He's totally already found Youtube. Which could explain the desperate need for an adblocker.

[gloriousness]

... Well, that gives her somewhere to work from, yes. "Okay! That's still totally workable."

Workable, yes.

... Soooo the first thing will indeed be that adblocker, Youtube you vicious minx.

(She'll be explaining things as she goes, don't you dare make my type all this computer shit.)

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"I've been readin' the Urban Dictionary," he tells her, pronouncing that very clearly. "I tried to look up when some particular folks died but I guess this here fucked up drug trip city - pardon my color language - don't got the same timelines as the rest of us. Sort of a headtrip for yours truly." A beat. "You work on these things pro-fessionally?"

[gloriousness]

"I've heard much worse, sweetie. Don't you worry about that." So it begins. "Timelines run pretty different though, yeah. It can be a little off-putting-" she may be fiddling with something as she speaks- "Well, I work with them professionally? I use them to find out things about people, mostly."