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Kestrel's downstairs again, because her player is a sucker for punishment. Come talk to her, you know you want to!

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"This is a computer," she explains. "Well, a laptop. A type of computer. A guy here got it for me for a Christmas present a little while back."

She sets it up on the bar, and waits for it to boot up.

"They can do all sorts of things, really."

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"All sorts of things like what? It looks like a document case."

*He is interested, even though he's still back in the land of the abbacus*

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"Well, yeah, and it kind of is... it's too bad I don't have Internet access here, I could show you some even stranger things..."

The computer does, however, have mp3s, and the Sims, and all the other random software that comes on computers. She starts up a media player, randomly picking something instrumental, and turns the computer to face him, as harps start to play.

"A computer. Or magic, if you'd prefer."

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[ooc: Wrong journal, dearie. You wanna change this, I'm guessing? Lest people think a confused Yrael decided to pretend to be Archie...]