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[scalpartist]

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."

[gloriousness]

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?"

[scalpartist]

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.

clearly it's "helpful computer geek" night at the carnival

[warped_inside]

Tosh hasn't been getting out a whole lot these days, but a carnival seems like the perfect setting for just having a little fun. And maybe, if she's lucky, there'll be something a little off about the carnival and something interesting will happen.

Someone has a slightly warped sense of fun, apparently.

She does a double-take at the antique outfit (and can't decide whether to be disappointed that it's the wrong era or relieved that it's the right era but the wrong face), and then smiles to cover up the blatant stare.

"Nose glued to a computer screen in the middle of an amusement park is usually my sort of schtick," she observes, friendly but not friendly, because some people don't react well being disturbed while they're working.

i'm in luck. that is my FAVORITE night.

[scalpartist]

Aldo has a jacket on over his uniform, but even with the time discrepancy, there's no mistaking an army man - peeking out on either side his collar are silver bars marking his rank (previously gold, and it could have been two, or even a star, but he got docked from a promotion to major for killing a prisoner, and then docked from captain for expressing that he gave no fuck about being docked from major) not to mention the fatigue green and leather ensemble in general.

"Well I don't come 'round for the games, I won't lie," he drawls, appraising his new visitor. It's odd to see an Asian woman with an English accent, but heartening, too.

[warped_inside]

And Tosh has something of an eye for army men. Though she also knows full well that anyone dressed the way this man is dressed isn't going to be immediately appreciative of a conversation with a Japanese woman. It isn't the first time she's been in a situation like this, although at least here and now, she has the option of leaving when she likes.

"It sounds a bit rude, I guess, but you look as though you come 'round to see if there's trouble to be found." It is an awfully blunt thing to say, but hopefully the amused (and she can't lie, curious) tone will soften the offense.

[scalpartist]

It wins her a smile, and Aldo cracks a grin that looks just as trouble-making as she suggests. "Ain't you just a sweet-talker," he says, sounding more mellow and genuinely amused than people might expect. Aldo is, despite all appearances, particularly aware of the difference between a government and a population. If this woman is secretly a Japanese anti-American ninja sent to avenge those who ended World War II, he will be very surprised.

He leans forward, one elbow on the table. "How much trouble do you happen to be, if I might inquire?"