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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]

Comments

[jackintomyport]

[is very interested in your laptop.

and his mechanized wagon is interested in you] Fido, give the girl her space.

[to Dairine] Setting up your own repair business, huh?

[motherbored]

[To the wagon]

Dai Stihó, Fido.

[To Harper] Mostly trying to mitigate boredom.

[jackintomyport]

[the wagon flashes some binary on its viewscreen (it's a very tricked out wagon, yes indeed)] Hi! Fetch or carry?

[Harper gives it a pat] Good boy, Fido.

[to Dairine] Not a bad way to pass the time. I try to fix the network myself, though Camp usually undoes the fixes, but hey!

[motherbored]

Thanks, but I'm good.

I figure it's a Sisyphean task but idle hands and all that jazz.

[goodintenti0ns]

Very helpful of you. Assuming you're doing it of your own free will, that is.

[motherbored]

Being forced to do things is common here? But I am doing it of my own free will.

[goodintenti0ns]

Apparently, yes. I've been fortunate enough not to have that experience yet, but it seems that nine times out of ten, when someone is sitting at a table with a sign volunteering some sort of service, it wasn't exactly that person's idea.

[motherbored]

So I'm the one out of ten. I'm bored.