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[he's sitting at a table somewhere, a cup of coffee nearby, his briefcase leaning against the table leg, and his laptop out. he's currently staring at the screen, which is filled with a mass of calculations and formulae, tapping his chin in thought.]

Hmmm. I suppose that as frustrating as it is being stuck here, it gives me time to perfect certain projects. I don't suppose anyone knows the components of this 'truth gas' that seems to have affected that majority of this place's occupants?

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[...Your cup of coffee is scooting across the table suddenly.]

[what no D: notices the movement and reaches out to grab it]

What on earth?

[Eep. You've also grabbed a cold hand and--A wild Marluxia suddenly appears!]

...erm...

[and me all out of pokeballs. lets go, raising an eyebrow]

Could you not have asked?

[the only reason he even recognizes that face is because of mini!Marluxia]

I could have.

[/Doesn't care.]

And yet you did not. That is rather rude of you.

Maybe.

[Swipes coffee cup, watching Vexen blankly.]

[stares back]

...can I help you?

I wanted to inspect this.

[Is looking at the coffee now.]

It's just coffee.

[can't grasp the idea of not having coffee. he practically lives off it at times]

Mm. But sometimes the coffee people drink is disgusting, at other times delicious. Vexen always had good coffee, so I wanted to see if you did too.

[Inspect inspect...sniff.]

Somehow I am not surprised you know a Vexen as well.... It is not the best coffee I have had, but I made do with what was available.

[just watches]

Hmm...He's dead.

[Sets the coffee cup down and quietly walks over to where he's sitting, arching an eyebrow at the screen.]

[blink] Dead?

[closes a program or two swiftly, leaving up a game of solitaire and some sort of word program filled with numbers]

Mm. Dead. Set on fire.

[Leans down, looking at the screen. He hasn't really run into computers before.]

....on fire?? Why?

[doesn't mind too much, as all that's on the screen are a few older calculations and a game]

He was going to say something he shouldn't.

[Eyes the keyboard...]

I suppose it would be against my best interests to ask what, then?

[why is this place full of crazy people]

Maybe.

...

[BUTTON PRESS (for ten seconds); Computer has been turned off. Work saved?]

[ASLKFHALKFHSALKFHQL WHAT THE HELL]

Why in God's name did you do that?! You just lost me four hours of work!

[that would be no, work not saved]

Eh?

[Still in button press position, he looks at Vexen all innocently confused like. Marluxia has no comprehension of how computers work or what has just happened so...]

You just... lost me... four hours of work. It was all on there. And now it's gone.

[gritting his teeth, oh god so frustrated]

...

[Glance at the laptop. What's that thing people say nowadays?

...Oh. That.]

My bad?

[moves the laptop so he can HEADDESK]

[Watches silently, hands behind his back.]