Too Many Striders: Black 2-A shenanigans redux

[fracturedsoul]

Characters: Dirk, closed to Black 2-A roommates (Dave, David, Daenerys) and anyone else with a reason to be there (mainly Jade and Jake, feel free to tag in if there's some reason your character would drop in though)
Format: Whatever
This log is: open to roommates
Location: Black 2-A

It's 10AM on Sunday morning, before the assembly, and if you've forgotten that Dirk Strider is a person who exists, then nobody could blame you, because he's been in the shower for the past two and a half hours.

Once Black dorm is completely out of hot water, he comes moseying back into 2-A, dressed in his Fortitude uniform with a towel wrapped around his hair. Feel free to complain, or, alternatively, to notice the shield symbol that is most definitely on the back of one hand even though the Players for the round haven't even been announced.

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[fracturedsoul]

Oh. It's in your settings config. Toss it over.

[theillbeatknight]

[He sits up just long enough to grab the PDA and throw it at Dirk.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Catches! And he starts rifling through the settings to dig it out, and copies it over to his own PDA. Once he's done, he tosses it back. ]

There. Added myself to the address book in case you ever need me.

How're you settling in? [ There are no words for how immensely curious he is about this other Dave. ]

[theillbeatknight]

More like a pawn than even a rook.

...what is an address book?

[fracturedsoul]

[ One eyebrow goes up. It's not just Dirk's imagination that everything this Dave's said has sounded particularly lyrical, is it? ]

A handy little feature that stores numbers and names. Familiarize yourself with it for the sake of this game.

[theillbeatknight]

[Okay, fine. David had been intending on figuring out how the PDA worked anyway.

...Once he can tell what the words on it are. He holds the screen closer, trying to read it. Finally, it taps against his sunglasses; at that range some of the light goes around them. He exhales quickly; the sound could as easily be innocuous as of pain. Momentarily blinded, he held the PDA to the side until his vision returned.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ He just watches curiously. What the heck. ]

Uh, you can read, can't you?

[theillbeatknight]

Illiteracy in a noble would be remiss.

...I just can't read this.

[fracturedsoul]

It's nothing unique. When I took a peek there was nothing to critique, but if you're feeling too weak to parse that antique, bespeak this geek for his chic technique.

[ Dirk isn't sorry. ]

[theillbeatknight]

[Is that a challenge?]

To claim weakness is present misrepresents the facts. I am a denizen here, but not through my own acts. If I'm to read a screen with the sheen of the sun, there has to be a way to pay to gain a dimmer one.

[fracturedsoul]

[ You better believe it. He stands and goes over to peek over David's shoulder at the device. ]

It's free to adjust the contrast and bright. Push here [ he points ] to open the settings and turn down the light.

[theillbeatknight]

[Settings successfully opened.

SET DATE/TIME]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Aw fuck. He glances at his own PDA. ]

The seventeenth of February, ten thirty-three.

Don't fret, once that's set the brightness option will be met.

[theillbeatknight]

[Numbers are entered. They're definitely not the right numbers.

When the display changes, he presses buttons until the brightness goes down, lifting up his sunglasses only to squint at the screen and turn it down a couple more levels.

Then he goes back into settings and changes the date and time to the ones Dirk had said. It takes longer than it should, and he holds the PDA really close to his face while doing it, but this time the entries are correct.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Phew, good thing that's done. ]

Is it really that hard on your eyes? Ah, push here to magnify.

[ That near-rhyme hadn't even been on purpose, but he's going to go with it, because he's amazing. He points to the little zoom-in button. ]

[theillbeatknight]

My vision is hardly what it ought to be, as evinced by that experience of difficulty.

[He zooms in until it's pretty big, but hey, he doesn't seem to be having difficulty reading it now.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ ...that's weird. But it drives the point home that Dirk needs to stop thinking about these alternates primarily in terms of the people they remind him of. Despite David's similarity to the other Dave here, and to his brother, he's still his own person. ]

Well, looks like you've got the hang. If you need to complain about anything that pertains to that device, you can have my advice free of price.

[ "Hang" and "complain" is kind of lame but he's pretty sure his fetch modus would have allowed it so he's going to go with it. ]