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[anewwaive]

The box had appeared in his hut the day before. Gideon had been on the island long enough to expect this shit - random gifts from this place or whoever ran it, with no rhyme or reason to it. He knew at this point it was like the place just waved shiny things in front of them to not go insane, but he wasn't of a mind to actually discard whatever he

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[pylean_cow]

Fred spends a lot of time in the rec room. Part of it is probably because she's making a concentrated effort to not stick to her room in the compound like she did her room in the hotel when she'd first come back from Pylea, and another part of it is because she's still hoping that the bookshelf will give her something worthwile. As it is, the most helpful thing she's gotten in weeks has been a book on contellations, and that's only helpful because she's noticed that the stars are never the same two days in a row

[anewwaive]

Gideon raised a brow at the chick who suddenly was hovering near him, looking at his shit. If it were more personal, he might've been sort of pissed at her just coming up to him like she had every right to look at his stuff. It wasn't, though, and he brushed it off.

"This is what I got this year," he said, reaching over to tap the product's box. "The computer was one of those fucking things, too, though. Why, you not get anything yet?"

[pylean_cow]

She shakes her head. "No, not yet. Not that I'm really expecting to. If there's one thing you can count on around here, it's that you can't really count on anything at all."

It's one of the things Fred likes least about the island, that it manages to be ordered and unpredictable all the same time. People show up from dimensions that are so similar that they seem to differ by date, and she's yet to see someone from a dimension where the life-forms are silicon-based or something.

"So what program is it?"

[anewwaive]

"Almost everyone gets something. Island's way of appeasing people another year," he replied with a derisive snort. Still, it was hard to deny it didn't work - he knew if he actually did use it, it'd be a way to keep him busy. "It's a screenwriting program. Haven't really looked at the shit yet, but it looks decent."

[wishesandsmoke]

"What are you doing?" Eden asked, strolling over. She didn't walk around behind him, didn't look; she knew better than to do that when he might actually be at work on something, nevermind she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Gideon writing. It was part habit, part wishful thinking.

[anewwaive]

"Trying out this year's random gift," he said dryly, pushing the box that had held the program's CD toward her so she could see the title. "Looks like this place wants me to write shit again."

[wishesandsmoke]

"Oh, good," Eden said, taking it as she found a seat for herself near his. "We're on the same page for once." Gideon could write whatever he wanted whenever he wanted and it wouldn't have made a difference to her, except that there was no hiding that he'd pretty much stopped when Penny had left. Besides, she thought he was happier when he was working on something. These things weren't unrelated, and as much as the loss still hurt, she wanted to see him happy again.

[anewwaive]

Admittedly, he wasn't all that fucking surprised she wouldn't be against the idea. It'd been his passion and he'd never denied that. Getting this thing didn't ignite it again, but it did stir something in him. It was something.

"Need me to write shit so you can be in your second film?" he asked, raising a somewhat amused eyebrow at her.

[colbert_bump]

Stephen had talked to Jim more than he had the look-alike, but that didn't stop him from acting like they were best friends. The guy had a computer, and made movies!

So Stephen walked right over and pulled a chair over as if he was invited.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked pleasantly. Familiarly, one might say.

[anewwaive]

Gideon's eyebrows lifted when he noticed Stephen was actually talking to him. If he'd been in a bad mood, the unwanted questions might've pissed him off. He wasn't, though, so he just shrugged one shoulder and took another sip of his coffee.

"Got new shit from the island," he replied, nodding toward the Movie Magic Screenwriter box on the table. "Is...there something you need?"

[colbert_bump]

Naturally, Stephen ignored the question.

"Are you planning another movie? The last one went over well, right?" Of course, he wasn't even sure if 'the last one' was the one he took small part in, but any others obviously weren't important.

[anewwaive]

"It went well enough," he replied, eying him now. "I haven't started planning one, if that's what you're asking. Maybe eventually. Who knows? Not much else to fucking do around here."

[practicallyaguy]

The short winter had been just long enough for Zoe to up her caffeine intake to a point where it was probably a little concerning. It was getting seriously out of hand. Somehow in roughly a month she had managed to get to the place where if she hadn't had three cups by ten in the morning she was pretty much useless.

In an effort to save herself from a quick demise due to caffeine overdose, she was cutting down. Not just baby steps, but halfing it at the start. It was going to be hell. Already she could feel the headache springing up aroud her temples. Cup of orange juice in hand, she promised herself that she could return to the black crack if she managed to make it through the next half-hour.

Coming to stand just behind Gideon, Zoe considered reading what he was working on. That'd be kind of rude and some people got really tetchy about that sort of thing. So she did the next best thing: she asked. "What's this here? Autobiography?"

[anewwaive]

"People aren't ready for that shit on the island yet," he replied, his head tipping back enough to look at her. The program was open by then, but he hadn't actually fucking written anything. Not yet, anyway. "Too much action. I'm just looking at what the island gave me this year right now."

He tapped the box the program came in, if she was legitimately curious.

[practicallyaguy]

Walking around the other side of the chair, she slide into one of the other armchairs. Swinging her legs over an arm, she sipped the juice. Yeah it was just not as good as coffee.

"A computer program? A good one or has the island gotten cheap these year?"

[anewwaive]

"Decent," he replied, though it wasn't as though he really tried it out yet. Maybe he'd fuck around with it enough to see everything it had to offer. "It'll be easier to write a script than writing it by hand like I did my first one. That sucked."

[borncareless]

Delysia has seen them around before, the machines called computers, but being more puzzled by them than she was even by most of the rest of the more advanced technology on the island, has also tried, for the most part, to steer clear of them. There's only so much a girl can handle at once, and despite the fact that she really hates coming from a time so different than it seems like most of the other island's residents are from, she finds most of it to be off-putting, anyway, if not just outright unnecessary.

Still, she's curious, and she can't stay away forever. Walking into the rec room to see someone sitting there with a computer open, she walks over, leaning forward a little to get a look at the screen, not stopping to consider that she might be intruding. "What's that?"

[anewwaive]

Gideon had barely been paying attention to anyone around him, which in itself wasn't a big deal. He wasn't the kind of person that people often just fucking approached out of the blue, and yet, apparently that wasn't the case that day. He glanced up from his coffee at the stranger, raising a curious eyebrow.

"What's what?" he asked, following her gaze after he did. "My computer, you mean?"

[borncareless]

"Well, that and what you're doing on it," Delysia says, shrugging one shoulder, like it ought to speak for itself. Most people here might be from far in her future, but she thinks it the sort of thing that would be obvious, that someone might not know what a computer is. "I mean, I've seen them around here, of course, but never one working before."

[anewwaive]

"Installing the island's yearly gift," he replied, pausing to squint a bit at the woman. "You from the...fucking past or whatever, then?"

Almost no one from his present would be able to say they'd never seen a working computer, anyway.