rakuen | Introduction to computer programming

Characters: Alex Furest and anyone from Fortitude
Format: Either!
This log is: open
Location: Fortitude computer lab
Summary: Alex is teaching another of his daily classes and figuring out that he's forgotten a number.
Warnings: Should be none~

Alex stands in front of the class, awkward as usual. This is his 17th class, and he still was not comfortable in front of the class. He fumbled with the textbook, "Ah, u-um c-could you a-all go ta chapter 2? I m-mean 3. P-page 48." It actually started on page 49, but that's the facing page, so who's counting?

"So, uh, t-today's functions a-and abstractions. S-so, uh, s-see if you c-can find some sub-programs in the things we've d-done, and... uh, lemme know." While he let people look at things they've already written for sub-programs, he busied himself again with a program for the PDA he has started working on.

((OOC: if anyone is interested in where I'm getting his lessons, I'm using this course as a guide for the lessons... not that anyone has to get technical or read any of it.))

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Ugh.

As much as he'd been looking forward to this class back when he'd first realized it was a thing, every morning now Dirk just dreads it. By now he's realized that all of his knowledge of programming has been sucked out of him like so much blood at the hands of a memory vampire.

He stares down at the page blankly, taking in absolutely none of what he reads.

Alex walks over after a moment, a bit more relaxed with Dirk than the rest of the class. "Y-you haven't b-been able ta get any of it, h-have you?" He would hate to forget programming after it had become such a big part of his life. "I c-can try explaining i-it again...?" It probably wouldn't help.

"It won't do any good. I used to be ace with this shit, so it's not a problem with your teaching methods. It's this city."

Alex sighs, looking around. He felt bad for Dirk. This city could be too cruel sometimes. "You g-got enough raks for a m-memory charm?"

"I got eight raks and thirty-one cents plus twelve i." He knows that will confuse Alex. He doesn't care. He can't get over the fact that his bro's movies are so shitty that one of them actually cost an imaginary number of raks. "Even if I did have enough, though, I can't buy my own."

Alex stares at Dirk deadpan before laughing a bit. "I think I only g-got 21, so th-that only makes 28 raks... or 30. 30 raks." Alex looked a bit nervous there, actually bringing up his fingers to add it again in base 6, but encountering the same issue.

Becca dutifully came to every class, even though she had no idea what was going on. It went in one ear and out the other, and she spent every class once the lecture was over doodling surreal cyberscapes and herself in cyberpunk outfits. She got credit for going to classes....and of late, there was her crush on Alex to add to it. Not that she wanted to bring that up during class, of course, it was just a chance to watch him and be near him. Still, she hoped it wouldn't throw him too far off his game that she showed up to his class after her 'confession'.

[Anya just clicks away on her phone instead of opening the book. She does occasionally click away on the computer instead.]

Alex was a little surprised to seeBecca after their last encounter. He had actually been avoiding her a bit because he felt guilty about how he left her that afternoon. She seemed worse off than when he had gotten there and he had meant to help her, not RT but smiling in her direction every so often make things worse.
He spent a little extra time with Dirk, pointedly avoiding her a bit, but smiling in her direction every so often. He still wasn't sure how he felt about her but at the very least he wanted to be friends with her.
Alex did walk by her desk a few times to look at her doodles. They were pretty cool after all. He couldn't draw fir his life, but cyberpunk was pretty cool. It reminded him of some Daft Punk videos.

Shion worked quietly, he liked this class as it was one of the few here that he was actually good at, and Alex was a friend which was good. He didn't even feel too guilty about losing him in the tournament, since him and Becca had ended up with Dave, which was good.

He smiled at Alex, "What are you doing?"

The first time Alex smiled at her, she felt a stab at her heart. She was wearing his sweatshirt, cuddling into it like it would somehow protect her. She started a new drawing, this one of herself and Alex, sitting together and holding hands. She was leaning against him, and a faint blush dusted his cheeks. She didn't look up at the real Alex again after that, afraid to look at him. Their last encounter had indeed hurt her pretty badly, but she didn't know what else she could do about that aside from try to deal with it. She kept her eyes on her drawing, adding surreal elements to the scenery around them, apparently they were sitting inside a computer. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears. He hadn't rejected her, she kept reminding herself. He just needed time, and that meant she needed to give him that time. Even if it hurt.

[After a few minutes of floundering over if he should call her out on using her PDA or not, Alex comes over.] u-uh... Did you d-do any coding in y-your world?

I can format my blog. [that's the same thing, right?]

Alex smiles at Shion, venturing a joke, "Uh, teaching?" He laughs a bit before adding, "I-I've been w-working on an app ta make it easy to s-see who as p-partnered t-to who, who is a player, h-how many things they've won, a-and other information like that. Y-you'll be able t-ta put in s-someone's name and s-see if they're a p-player or weapon, and t-ta see how m-many upgrades they h-have, if I c-can get that last one..."

... That's n-not really wh-what this class covers... M-maybe I'll d-do a css c-class sometime, but, w-well, c-could you, u-uh, please do th-the assignment?

[she looks up at him and stares blankly] Assignment?

Find a sub-program in th-the program w-we walked through c-coding last week?

[staare] Oh okay. [and then she starts looking at the computer, clicking and typing idly, not actually doing anything]

Y-you d-didn't do any of that d-did you?

[she shakes her head no]

Alex managed to notice that drawing and blushed much like he was blushing in her depiction of him. He kept walking past her and busied himself helping another student. But she was just doodling, and he had told another student to actually do some work. He couldn't exactly just favour her because she is his friend and because he's afraid to talk with her right now.

He walks over later, swallowing, "B-Becca?" His voice squeaked a bit as he said her name, "d-did you, u-uh, f-find an e-example, o-or something you think's a-an example?" His eyes darted between the computer and the drawing, not quite looking at Becca, not that he was ever good at looking people in the eye.

She snapped her sketchbook shut the moment he walked over to her, a few tears slipping past and dripping onto the cover of the book. She refused to acknowledge them even enough to wipe her face, and forced herself to take a deep, shuddering breath. "No. I don't understand the material. I haven't understood the material for about fifteen classes. I should probably stop coming," she said, her voice shaking from the effort it took to keep her tears from showing up in her tone.

[Alex sighs and opens her book, putting it in front of her silently.]

[she stares at the book and pretends to read it]

Y-you're n-not going ta d-do the work....

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sorry, replied on my cell, and didn't realize I erased. >_> If the stutter bothers you