[There are very few things Nico doesn't take seriously. Currently that includes taking Hanna at his word, instead of going into all the reasons he can think of for calling that don't involve wanting to.]
That sounds nice. [He doesn't mind working next to other people, and he knows what Hanna means about how it can be more fun to work on something with someone else. Even if he suspects the reasons are different.] Why do you make cranes?
You gonna tell me what cabin you're in or just leave me hanging? Unless you're not in your cabin...where does a guy build a robot around here?
[His expression shifts just a little, less stupid grin, more sincere smile.] I got a buddy back home, He doesn't remember shit, but when I helped him out with a guidance spell once, a crane showed up.
We're not exactly sure the significance, the spell manifests as something you're supposed to trust, and without anything to really base that off, we just figured we'd fold a thousand, make it mean something again.
...I'm in cabin five. [They are basically neighbors. On the other hand, Nico does everything he can to avoid being noticed so he enjoys proof that his cryptid ways pay off.
[He nods.] I read a story about a thousand cranes. To make a wish. [It had been Before, so it doesn't have the crystal clarity of other memories, but that makes it a softer memory than most.]
Oh my god how did I not know that? You know, it's probably because I got so distracted by the drama next door. That and Stolas has the most fucking obnoxious door ever, how can you even see anything but it in the hall?
Let me get my shit and I'll take the horribly long journey over, if that's cool. I could bring my laptop too? Add some background music if you don't mind working with something playing.
[He is just walking around, gathering some shit to make the short trek.]
Yeah, well I think the crane folding is more for the intention than any sort of wish. But this place seems like a good place to grant a wish or two, so maybe I can give him the thousand along with something extra when I get back.
It was a lot. [He could've done without it. But, if he's being honest, there had been a certain horrifying fascination to it. Since his door had been firmly shut.] Stolas' door does... stand out [it's a lot, and helpfully overshadows his nondescript door.]
I don't mind. Background music is fine.
Intention can be a kind of wish, too. Though it's nice when it comes with something more concrete.
He's alright, but definitely a little too hoity toity for me. Cool as fuck though.
And I guess. I mean, just thinking about someone is enough, but the ritual of it makes it special.
[Dumping his crane bag into a growing pile in the corner of the room, Hanna shoves paper and his laptop in it and trots over, not even bothering locking his door. He's like two doors down and it isn't like he's got any important shit in there worth taking.
Don't mind him as he knocks out a stupid rhythm, ready for some face to face. It'd do some good for his mood he's sure.]
[The rhythm reminds him of Jude again, though then it would be part of a secret password. He opens the door, for once not having to look up. There's something to dealing with someone who's the same height as him.
He steps back so Hanna can step into his cabin. It's kind of depressing, the bunk-beds shoved into the small room that wasn't really made for them, but there are worse places. At least it means there are places to sit. Nico has laid out his electronics on the bottom bed of the bunk-bed nearest the door.
[Hanna's big smile greets him at the door, slipping in to give it a good look. Honestly his tiny apartment isn't much better, though as a warden he's a little surprised he hasn't changed anything about it. He's got free reign to do so.]
I got an extra chair now, if you want one? It doesn't really match the stools at the island, so I don't mind at all. Now that I've actually got some furniture in there it just looks out of place anyways.
But I honestly don't mind at all. Who needs a chair when you've got a perfectly fine floor?
[Completely unbothered, he'll set his back down on the floor, setting up the laptop to get started with some Death Cab, some good ole Transatlanticism.]
Holler at me if you hate what ever i've got going on by the way.
[He nods. He doubts he'll recognize anything Hanna might play, and that's all he needs. Instead of a computer, he pulls out what looks like an old - ancient by his time - flip-phone]
Uh. I have water if you'd like. Some protein bars too.
I'll grab it for you later before I go to bed, not like it's hard to haul.
[Hanna raises a brow at the phone, pretty sure he'd say something about being from the future, though off the top of his head he can't remember what year.]
You into antiques? I didn't think phones were that collectable, you strike me more as a radio kind of guy. But...I mean, if it's not a bother I'll take some water.
I remember when I was younger they had those 'spy kit' shit in the Christmas catalogs. I think I was a little old to be looking at them, but they always looked fun.
That's cool. Got any ideas of what you'd like them to do? Or use them for?
[He's pretty sure that the 'listening devices' with those dorky headphones and the loud speaker looking shit didn't really work as the advertisement said they did, but eh. He was a kid and it looked kind of cool.]
Right, you said that before. Speaking of, do you think you could like, fix my laptop? I've been using limewire and Pirate Bay for years and you'd think being ported in from a different dimension would debug the thing, but it's still got a metric ton of viruses bogging it down. Thing is slow as sin.
[The request comes as a great relief. He doesn't need Hanna's laptop so it isn't his place to comment, but it has been a struggle to see it and try to let go of the obvious problems. He looks enthusiastic - well, especially enthusiastic compared to his usual affect as he reaches to take it.]
You sir, are a shining example of teenage excellence.
[Because there is no way this kid isn't a teenager, and despite Hanna's mismatched age to looks, he's positive on that. Handing over the beat up old laptop, he moves to his spot on the floor again, picking up a new piece of paper.]
You got a favorite animal? Can't just ask for Geek Squad services for free, that'd be rude.
[His attention is focused on the laptop, but it doesn't need the sort of focus that cuts out the outside world. He just has to do a little tune up. Just a few small things. If he's going to get rid of viruses it's best to make sure that the computer can't get any more once they're gone. And once he's started, really he can do an overhaul without having to go out of his way...]
Oh... Well thats okay! I think I've got a better idea.
[To which Hanna quietly starts folding thin, long creases in his paper and gets to ripping them, trying to be quiet enough that he's not going to bother Nico. If they get to a port that has a stationary store, he's totally going to get the right kind of paper for this, but he can make it work.
Getting to work, he spreads out a bunch of different colored long strips and just gets to work folding and pinching tiny little stars.]
[Nico turns his focus fully on the computer. It's relaxing, like working on technology usually is for him. He can understand it completely. He's not a computer, but the comparisons weren't made without merit. He has a hard time envisioning a better future, but he can see exactly what he can do to the laptop.
Setting it to rights internally is particularly soothing, but he does also enjoy the physical aspect. It deserves its new screen properly in place, every key now in working order.]
[Probably the quietest he's been on the barge in the presence of another person, Hanna works diligently at his strips while Nico works on his computer.
It's been a minute since he's made these kind of stars, he'd learned a long time ago to impress some girl in freshman year, but hadn't really had the courage to give them to her.
Before the hour is up, he's got a nice colorful little pile of paper stars, ready to be strung together or placed in a jar.]
[Nico says, after he finishes wiping down the screen. He doesn't look relaxed, but he's slightly less tense than he usually is. It was nice to have such a simple task.
[Despite how beat up the Laptop looked, he actually did try to take care of it. It was old and definitely past it's prime. Lighting up when he's handed it back, it doesn't even stutter when he pulls up the media player again, probably having lost an entire pound in weight from the shit Nico had removed from it.]
Dude...This is great! I bet I can even play Age of Mythology now without it being all shitty and slow!
[He clicks a few more things, rather impressed with what he's been able to do in the short amount of time he'd had it, but then remembers the stars in their little pile.]
Oh! Yeah, I was going to string them up, make you a little garland or something. Looks like you need a little flair in here anyways. I could pop over, get my needle and thread and we could figure out where to put these?
It should play OK. I'm happy to look at it if something goes wrong.
[He offers his help whenever he can generally, yes. But he does genuinely enjoy computer repair, so it's different from the compulsion to try to be useful.
He blinks, surprised as always at someone offering him something.]
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Date: 2024-08-16 05:29 am (UTC)That sounds nice. [He doesn't mind working next to other people, and he knows what Hanna means about how it can be more fun to work on something with someone else. Even if he suspects the reasons are different.] Why do you make cranes?
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Date: 2024-08-16 05:39 am (UTC)[His expression shifts just a little, less stupid grin, more sincere smile.] I got a buddy back home, He doesn't remember shit, but when I helped him out with a guidance spell once, a crane showed up.
We're not exactly sure the significance, the spell manifests as something you're supposed to trust, and without anything to really base that off, we just figured we'd fold a thousand, make it mean something again.
Being dead isn't an excuse to start slacking.
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Date: 2024-08-16 05:44 am (UTC)[He nods.] I read a story about a thousand cranes. To make a wish. [It had been Before, so it doesn't have the crystal clarity of other memories, but that makes it a softer memory than most.]
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Date: 2024-08-16 05:51 am (UTC)Let me get my shit and I'll take the horribly long journey over, if that's cool. I could bring my laptop too? Add some background music if you don't mind working with something playing.
[He is just walking around, gathering some shit to make the short trek.]
Yeah, well I think the crane folding is more for the intention than any sort of wish. But this place seems like a good place to grant a wish or two, so maybe I can give him the thousand along with something extra when I get back.
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Date: 2024-08-16 06:02 am (UTC)I don't mind. Background music is fine.
Intention can be a kind of wish, too. Though it's nice when it comes with something more concrete.
[He stands up to go unlock his door.]
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Date: 2024-08-16 06:07 am (UTC)And I guess. I mean, just thinking about someone is enough, but the ritual of it makes it special.
[Dumping his crane bag into a growing pile in the corner of the room, Hanna shoves paper and his laptop in it and trots over, not even bothering locking his door. He's like two doors down and it isn't like he's got any important shit in there worth taking.
Don't mind him as he knocks out a stupid rhythm, ready for some face to face. It'd do some good for his mood he's sure.]
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Date: 2024-08-16 06:13 am (UTC)He steps back so Hanna can step into his cabin. It's kind of depressing, the bunk-beds shoved into the small room that wasn't really made for them, but there are worse places. At least it means there are places to sit. Nico has laid out his electronics on the bottom bed of the bunk-bed nearest the door.
...Specific types of places to sit.]
Uh. I don't have any chairs. Sorry.
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Date: 2024-08-16 06:23 am (UTC)I got an extra chair now, if you want one? It doesn't really match the stools at the island, so I don't mind at all. Now that I've actually got some furniture in there it just looks out of place anyways.
But I honestly don't mind at all. Who needs a chair when you've got a perfectly fine floor?
[Completely unbothered, he'll set his back down on the floor, setting up the laptop to get started with some Death Cab, some good ole Transatlanticism.]
Holler at me if you hate what ever i've got going on by the way.
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Date: 2024-08-16 06:27 am (UTC)[He nods. He doubts he'll recognize anything Hanna might play, and that's all he needs. Instead of a computer, he pulls out what looks like an old - ancient by his time - flip-phone]
Uh. I have water if you'd like. Some protein bars too.
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Date: 2024-08-16 06:33 am (UTC)[Hanna raises a brow at the phone, pretty sure he'd say something about being from the future, though off the top of his head he can't remember what year.]
You into antiques? I didn't think phones were that collectable, you strike me more as a radio kind of guy. But...I mean, if it's not a bother I'll take some water.
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Date: 2024-08-16 06:41 am (UTC)[He could try to explain it in more detail, but he believes it's better to be asked than to load someone down with it all.
It isn't any trouble to get Hanna a bottle of water. He takes on for himself, too.]
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Date: 2024-08-16 06:48 am (UTC)[Uncapping his water, he takes a few good swallows from it before pulling out some paper, starting on his first crane of the evening.]
Also you never said what your robot was for? Does it do anything or is it just gonna be a little guy?
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Date: 2024-08-16 06:53 am (UTC)[A lot of what he makes is basically spy gear.]
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Date: 2024-08-16 10:54 pm (UTC)I remember when I was younger they had those 'spy kit' shit in the Christmas catalogs. I think I was a little old to be looking at them, but they always looked fun.
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Date: 2024-08-16 10:58 pm (UTC)[He doesn't know if there was any 'spy kit' in catalogs he might have seen as a kid.]
We worked more on viruses and stuff like that, but there was this too.
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Date: 2024-08-16 11:11 pm (UTC)[He's pretty sure that the 'listening devices' with those dorky headphones and the loud speaker looking shit didn't really work as the advertisement said they did, but eh. He was a kid and it looked kind of cool.]
Right, you said that before. Speaking of, do you think you could like, fix my laptop? I've been using limewire and Pirate Bay for years and you'd think being ported in from a different dimension would debug the thing, but it's still got a metric ton of viruses bogging it down. Thing is slow as sin.
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Date: 2024-08-16 11:18 pm (UTC)[The request comes as a great relief. He doesn't need Hanna's laptop so it isn't his place to comment, but it has been a struggle to see it and try to let go of the obvious problems. He looks enthusiastic - well, especially enthusiastic compared to his usual affect as he reaches to take it.]
I'd be happy to.
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Date: 2024-08-16 11:26 pm (UTC)[Because there is no way this kid isn't a teenager, and despite Hanna's mismatched age to looks, he's positive on that. Handing over the beat up old laptop, he moves to his spot on the floor again, picking up a new piece of paper.]
You got a favorite animal? Can't just ask for Geek Squad services for free, that'd be rude.
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Date: 2024-08-16 11:35 pm (UTC)[His attention is focused on the laptop, but it doesn't need the sort of focus that cuts out the outside world. He just has to do a little tune up. Just a few small things. If he's going to get rid of viruses it's best to make sure that the computer can't get any more once they're gone. And once he's started, really he can do an overhaul without having to go out of his way...]
I don't have much experience with animals.
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Date: 2024-08-16 11:59 pm (UTC)[To which Hanna quietly starts folding thin, long creases in his paper and gets to ripping them, trying to be quiet enough that he's not going to bother Nico. If they get to a port that has a stationary store, he's totally going to get the right kind of paper for this, but he can make it work.
Getting to work, he spreads out a bunch of different colored long strips and just gets to work folding and pinching tiny little stars.]
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Date: 2024-08-17 12:11 am (UTC)[Nico turns his focus fully on the computer. It's relaxing, like working on technology usually is for him. He can understand it completely. He's not a computer, but the comparisons weren't made without merit. He has a hard time envisioning a better future, but he can see exactly what he can do to the laptop.
Setting it to rights internally is particularly soothing, but he does also enjoy the physical aspect. It deserves its new screen properly in place, every key now in working order.]
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Date: 2024-08-17 12:23 am (UTC)It's been a minute since he's made these kind of stars, he'd learned a long time ago to impress some girl in freshman year, but hadn't really had the courage to give them to her.
Before the hour is up, he's got a nice colorful little pile of paper stars, ready to be strung together or placed in a jar.]
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Date: 2024-08-17 12:27 am (UTC)[Nico says, after he finishes wiping down the screen. He doesn't look relaxed, but he's slightly less tense than he usually is. It was nice to have such a simple task.
He looks over at the paper stars.]
Those look nice.
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Date: 2024-08-17 01:57 am (UTC)Dude...This is great! I bet I can even play Age of Mythology now without it being all shitty and slow!
[He clicks a few more things, rather impressed with what he's been able to do in the short amount of time he'd had it, but then remembers the stars in their little pile.]
Oh! Yeah, I was going to string them up, make you a little garland or something. Looks like you need a little flair in here anyways. I could pop over, get my needle and thread and we could figure out where to put these?
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Date: 2024-08-17 02:02 am (UTC)[He offers his help whenever he can generally, yes. But he does genuinely enjoy computer repair, so it's different from the compulsion to try to be useful.
He blinks, surprised as always at someone offering him something.]
Uh. Thanks. That would be nice.
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