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[OOM: Someone prepares... for a little surprise later on. ]

Earlier today Dot asked for some music from the bar, in return she got an MP3 player full of music and secretly...some txt files on a certain subject. She wanted to put on a good show after all.

She had a basket of fried paradoxes which she nibbled on from time to time, and invitation to come and talk if any of her friends, or any new people wanted to go a round of 'talk to the green chick'. The files will be shrunk and put away if certain people or children arrive.

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She looked up towards the raised glass and waved a hand in return smiling, pwing-ing down a couple of the more risque vidwindows. "Hello!"

Well, someone was cheerful. Really? That was a good thing. He could use cheerful about now. "Hey. Looks like you're... busy."

How did you greet someone with... floating panels of text that look like they came off a Mac? "I'm Steve."

"I'm Dot, Dot Matrix." Some other windows pwinged down,

"And not that busy, just looking up some techniques. Come on and sit down if you feel like it." She gestured at the large basket of fried paradoxes and sauce.

"What are those?" Oh, look! Distraction! He edged over, and picked one up, curious. ...Dot Matrix. Okay, he got the pun. Maybe she really was from a Mac.

...Hell, he had a standing date with a Vampire Slayer. A computer-person wasn't all that more unusual when it came down to it.

To be technical, she's a Command.Com program. But let us not splice hairs.

"Bar called them fried paradoxes. I asked for something safe and tasty for both Sprites and Users. They're pretty tasty." She picked up one and dipped it into a sauce that looked rather zappy, but there were plenty of other choices, like marinara or ranch to try.

Steve wouldn't know computer code if it hit him in the face. Right now, he's a mailroom clerk.

"Fried paradoxes." Well. Bar at the end of the unverses. He ate a bit of one first, without sauce, just... to give it a try. "Huh. That's... I didn't know those could be fried." He had a few he wouldn't mind batter-dipping and giving a heave-ho into a deep fryer. "Interesting. Oh, I- uh. I didn't mean to interrupt or anything."

"You're not," She smiled and made a wavey motion with her hands. "Just taking a break right now, I don't mind the company. How long have you been coming to the Bar?"

Her tone was light and conversational, this was one of those rare truly well and good moods.

"I... don't know. I've been here about a handful of times, maybe a few more?" He shook his head. "Often enough that green doesn't phase me." That made Steve offer a grin, not really apologetic but maybe a little sheepish.

"Hard to keep track sometimes I guess. ...I think I've been coming here about a month and a half now. I don't think I'll ever stop being surprised by this place." She smiled back and nodded, she understood. "I'm used to the commentary on my skin by now, don't worry."

He chuckled. "Glad you're not offended. I sure didn't mean to offend - it's just... On some people, I think green looks better than on others. I think I'm saying you wear it well."

He wasn't really flirting. He was just trying to make up for stumbling over words the first time.

Ofcourse he wasn't flirting, sometimes it's good to just make interesting conversation!

"Well thank you. That is quite possibly one of the nicest responses yet."

The most interesting response goes to a pair of hobbits who thought she was a Big Person who painted her skin green. Second place is shared by some guys who thought she was an alien.

"I try to make up for when I put my foot in my mouth," he chuckled. "So... I think I have an idea of what... what species you are. ...I don't even know if that's accurate. Uh. Something to do with computers, right?"

"Something to do with computers, yes. That's... kind of accurate. I use the word Filetype. I'm a sprite, more specifically a kind of sprite called a Data sprite."

"I'm not much of a computer person. You could teach me a lot, I bet, but..." He nodded. "I kind of understand. Filetypes. Data. That kind of thing. Basics."

"Yeh. I'm a fair hand at system codes in ancient codes if you're ever up for learning about that sort of thing. But yeh, basic stuff." She smiled. "I live inside of a computer actually."

"...Wow. Now... that's amazing," he said, blinking. "Inside a computer. Wow. That's..."

That's something he didn't have a word to say. 'Wow' was close.

"Now I've defaulted to monosyllables."

"At least I didn't have to explain what a computer was to you." She chuckled. "From what I've seen and read, living inside of a computer system isn't that different than living inside of a city is for Users like you."

"Oh yeah, I know what a computer is. And I do my best not to touch one if I don't know what I'm doing with it." He laughed. "I'd rather not break what I can't fix."

"..Well that's a good thing to hear." She smirked. "Us sprites have enough on our hands."

"You can rest assured that, if it was me, it'd be unintentional," he promised with a smile.

"I know, most Users don't know sprites exist inside of their computers anyways." She gave him a wry look.

"Heck, I barely know whats in the computer box itself." Steve shook his head. "I'm more of a pencil-and-paper type guy. Now Dee, she knew about computers..."

...Dee. Damn.

Dot recognizes that look. She's worn that look before.

"...good friend of yours?" She ventured quietly.

"Yeah, uh... Used to be."

Dot nods somberly, she lost a lot of good people and good friends before. "I think I understand."

A beat. "So what do you do for a living? I'm curious as to what kinds of jobs Users have."