Of Computers and Crushes

Western Weyr - West Bowl

The western end of the great bowl of the Weyr. You can see the steep walls of the crater to the south and south, with small openings and ledges in the cliffside. These are the individual weyrs of dragons and their riders. To the west you can see the great natural arch, and the lagoon, to the east, the center of the bowl. To the south you see a large natural cave opening that has been made into a tunnel. It is the main entrance to the Weyr from the road to Half Moon Bay Hold.

The vast majority of residents bustle back and forth on their many errands, keeping Western Weyr running smoothly. Children released from lessons scamper across the bowl while weyrlings bathe by the lagoon and practice. Delivery wings can be seen coming and going all day long overhead.Summer is upon the Western Isles, longer days and shorter nights making for a restless feeling that seems to invade every resident and urge them towards the beaches.


The time is towards the evening, tasks of the day have been done as the computer crafter is now settled in a guest room. Rather than staying in there, she is out with a journal in hand and literally wandering about the Weyr. Kiley is quite obviously someone who does not belong here, someone who is entirely new to the area. There are pauses to consider the scenery and the woman smiles to herself, looking out towards the different places that she can go to. Indecision hits and she is left staring, unable to make a decision. Her bottom lip is taken into her mouth and chewed on for a moment, brows drawing into a frown. "Shells.."

"I don't think that would be possible, no." says a soft baritone voice, a pair of men coming around the corner. One tall, bronzed skinned and handsome. The other short and skeletal thin. "But Nikolas, can't you see how switching the integer on line five before the break might clear up the…" says the shorter one, with a high squeaky voice. The taller of the two, pushes a pair of glasses up the bridge of his nose before he sighs, and stops, hands sliding casually into the pockets of his dress pants. "That would disrupt the entire flow of the code, and disable the program. It's not going to work." Atop the handsome man's head is a mass of fine dark curls, but as it seems he does not care for it, they aren't reaching their full potential. On his face, a bit of a scruff around the mouth. Across his body, a laptop carrying case made of leather. Well worn and used.

Kiley perks suddenly, torn away from her thoughts and whirling to look to the two who speak. It is more of the words that draw the attention of the woman than the two themselves, her gaze is drawn to the laptop case and curiosity perks. While they may not be the subjects that she was searching for in her wanderings, they will certainly do. She wanders over, eyes bright with delight. "Forgive me for interrupting. What, exactly, are you programming if you don't mind me asking?" Her knot is clearly visible, should they question why exactly she would approach them for such a thing. Their looks? She doesn't exactly care at the moment, her interest is on the code.

The two are draw from their conversation by Kiley as the woman wanders over, the skinny pale guy pursing his lips and instantly looking down at the ground. The taller and older one though, his dark eyes instantly dart to her shoulder and her knot. There his momentarily tensing features soften and a smile draws up the corners of his lips. He then happily launches into a long complicated explanation. It's terribly difficult to follow, even for another of his craft. Journeyman Computer crafter says the knot on the man's shoulder. He couldn't be older than nineteen or twenty. When he's finished, he pushes the glasses on his face back up to the bridge of his nose, grinning like a complete idiot, but at least he was nice to look at. The quieter one was still just as silent, and he was certainly finding the ground most interesting.

Kiley looks to the shorter of the pair briefly as he purses his lips and looks away. But she does not linger there long enough for the expression on her face to grow questioning as she's drawn back to the older and taller one, returning the smile easily. When he begins the explanation, there's a nod at first that shows more understanding than the rest of the nods that follow. But when he reaches his conclusion, her gaze focuses on the finer features on the man and her smile soon reflects his. "It sounds great, perhaps when you finish I could take a look at it?" However, she does not linger on this question as she easily moves to another topic. "I'm here doing some research.. And I will be helping Weyrwoman Enka with the computer or computers she'll be receiving once a decision is made. What brings you here?" A look is cast between the two, extending the question to both.

"I-I-I'm g-g-gunna g-g-go." says the smaller male, who couldn't be a day older than fourteen. The taller of the pair looks as if he is about to have a geekgasm all over Kiley before the boy beside him stutters along, pulling on the sleeve of his shirt. "Vey, I apologize. Yes, go ahead. Find Grell and the others before they head off back to Landing without you." The boy bobbles his head, colors pink lightly upon his pale cheeks, and can't even lift those warm teaberry eyes up further than Kiley's navel. "K-k-k-kay. Bye." And just like that, the boy is fleeing the scene like Kiley's hair was made of snakes. The older one watches him go, only looking back at his fellow crafter once the apprentice techcrafter had vanished from sight. "I'm sorry, what was the question again?" he asks, tapered brows lifting and smile returning.

Kiley blinks at the smallest of the two for the stuttering, drawn away from the tallest for that moment. A soft apology is murmured towards the boy as well as a farewell as he takes off. Her bottom lip goes into her mouth for a moment, chewing thoughtfully as a frown of concern works into her features. "I'm sorry." She adds in as well to his apology, giving an equally apologetic smile. "I was wondering what brought you to Western. I'm doing some research here, myself."

Nikolas chuckles and shrugs, "Don't worry about it. He'll be fine." he replies friendly enough, adjusting the strap across his chest an inch or two. The smile in place upon his face shifts into an expression of absolute interest. "Oh?" he asks, "I'm on loan from Eastern." Hence the tan. "They had a little software hiccup they needed looking at. The fellow I'm studying under back home recommended me to the one I am studying under here. For the life of me I can't recall his name." A tick for thought, and then another shrug. "I suppose it doesn't matter. I don't even think he knows my name either. He keeps calling me boy and lad." A chuckle for that, and then brows lift in renewed interest. "What's got you here at Western, um…did you mention your name?" At least he looks apologetic for not being able to remember.

"That is the first time someone has ever reacted that way around me.." Kiley murmurs, giving him a look of surprise for a moment before peeking towards where the boy took off. It is brief, fleeting and quickly gone once he asks of her research. Her smile returns, this one far brighter. "I am researching accents for a talking computer. Well.. I still haven't finished the research on the computer itself, but once I get my traveling and research done, I'll sit down and work on that with some others." Putting the cart in front of the runner, if you will. "Ahh. My sister is in Eastern Weyr. I'm surprised though, that there are people here doing computers and software. No offense, but this Weyr seems really outdated when it comes to technology." The woman chuckles softly, "it is easier to call others by rank than names, easier to remember and almost in constant sight with the knots." For her name, she shakes her head. "Kiley. I'm normally posted in Xanadu."

"You mean Veylin?" Nikolas asks, tossing a glance over his shoulder to the way that the boy had vanished and then returns warm brown eyes back to Kiley. "He told me he grew up being fostered by pair of women. I guess they insisted on him being polite to females. He gets so nervous in front of them, that he stutters and runs away. I think this was the…third or fourth time since I met him a few days ago he's done it." It's old news to the man, and so disregarded in favor of something far more interesting. Like what Kiley has to say about her current project. "So artificial intelligence or simply a computer that follows voice commands and replies verbally?" he asks, likely tuned out of anything but the answer, and so he probably didn't hear much after that. Especially since his brows twitch, and his friendly smile wavers just before the woman before him introduces herself. "Ah, well met. I'm Nikolas. You can call me Nik or Kole if you prefer." A large slender fingered hand is offered, in order to shake.

Kiley nods, "yeah." Brows lift at the explanation of the younger boy's actions before she lets out a soft 'ah' of understanding even if it may be lacking somewhat. "I see.. Well, I'll remember that should we ever meet again." There's a thoughtful consideration, lingering in silence for a brief moment before her attention is drawn back to the man and her project. "Follows voice commands and replies verbally. People say that computers have the capability to hate and I would rather not give them the excuse to keep saying that. If they had a computer they could simply talk to it and it would input the commands, I feel they'd have an easier time of it. Maybe eventually I would work on something like artificial intelligence like AIVAS.. I've heard stories. But, it all depends if we have the capability of producing the technology to replicate it or modify it in some way that we can use it." There's a thoughtful tilt of her head to examine the sky before attention flickers back down to the man. "Nik, then. Well met." Her own reaches out to gingerly take his, giving it a polite shake before she smiles more warmly. "You're welcome to help me on this after my travels are done? If it catches your interest, that is."

Nikolas shakes the hand with a firm grip, but it doesn't linger. No. He releases it as if calculating the appropriate time of length and release in the realm of polite. "Sounds good, Kiley." he states with a single nod of his head, "I would of course have to get permission to be stationed where ever it is that you're planning to set this up." A moment of reflection on this, and the man draws a small clunky looking device from his pocket. It looks to be made of spare parts sauntered together, and hot glued. His thumbs rapidly move over the tiny keys fixed on it, and then he simply slides the thing back into the pocket he'd plucked it from. "Hopefully I won't forget your name between now and then." A joke perhaps? "I'll be honest, people might get just as frustrated yelling at a computer as they would be pounding on a keyboard. Especially if they have no idea what they are doing. Might I suggest a helper program…for dummies as it were? Some are required to use a computer for one thing or another, but aren't possessed of the skill or the intelligence to handle even the simplest of tasks. Such as…turning it on." Dead. Stare. In. Space. Apparently this is something the poor man had had to deal with on one or more occasion.

Kiley returns her hand to her side once he releases it, her gaze lingering on his face before focusing on his eyes. "Landing, of course. It does have a lot more information on AIVAS than the Crafthall, so I imagine that it must be in the records there somewhere how to make it exactly as I aim it to be. I was allowed permission to travel and then to set up in Landing after, and if nothing interrupts my plans or slows my travel it should be ready for production in a few months or so. Depending, there are too many variables to really give a set date and time at the moment. I doubt think that they would bar you from joining in, either. Perhaps a few senior apprentices working towards their Journeyman can be recruited as well.." Though these are her thoughts out loud, not exactly expecting a reply from the man. "If you do forget, I will not be hurt by it." A smile plays at her lips. As he continues on for the program she nods, "that would certainly help." Laughter slips from her lips, "this is entirely true. And some never turn it off in fear that they will not be able to turn it on again." The journal in hand is opened and a note is added into the margin of other various notes. "You've met many who can't even turn it on, I take it?"

Kiley returns her hand to her side once he releases it, her gaze lingering on his face before focusing on his eyes. "Landing, of course. It does have a lot more information on AIVAS than the Crafthall, so I imagine that it must be in the records there somewhere how to make it exactly as I aim it to be. I was allowed permission to travel and then to set up in Landing after, and if nothing interrupts my plans or slows my travel it should be ready for production in a few months or so. Depending, there are too many variables to really give a set date and time at the moment. I doubt think that they would bar you from joining in, either. Perhaps a few senior apprentices working towards their Journeyman can be recruited as well.." Though these are her thoughts out loud, not exactly expecting a reply from the man. "If you do forget, I will not be hurt by it." A smile plays at her lips. As he continues on for the program she nods, "that would certainly help." Laughter slips from her lips, "this is entirely true. And some never turn it off in fear that they will not be able to turn it on again." The journal in hand is opened and a note is added into the margin of other various notes. "You've met many who can't even turn it on, I take it?"<re>

Nikolas tilts his head, just faintly to the side, meeting her gaze. Then his face erupts up a wide, toothy smile. "Landing? That sounds promising." he agrees, fingers of one hand hanging off the strap of his computer case, the other hand still shoved into the pocket of his trousers. "Only way to get any closer is to get posted to the Yokohama." Dreamily this is said, and for an instant one might be able to imagine just a bit of drool appearing at the corner of his mouth. "That's my goal, you see. Only the best of the best get posted to the ship." He snaps out of his reverie eventually, and sheepishly grins, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He nods his head at the woman's over all plan, though there is something about the way his eyes move that denotes that it's constantly in revision, adjusting and fixing things as they are processed. "Perhaps just the ones with an interest in your work. I've run across more than one apprentice that just wasn't worth the knot on their shoulder. Our craft is one that should be just as respected as any other, not seen as some sort of joke." A slight frown then, but shortly his friendly smile returns, chuckling along with Kiley's escaping laughter. "Yes, there is that too. Can't even begin to tell you how many emergency jobs I've been sent out on, just to find thay needed to recharge the battery." A pause and the man sighs, "More than I would like to admit. It's sad. How difficult is it. Push the button that says power, green light on, red light off."

Kiley easily returns the grin, "it is. I spent a sevenday there before coming over here.. Not that I had planned on that or anything, things simply turned out that way." The woman shrugs thoughtfully and then she lets out a soft sigh, blissful and utterly pleased. "The Yokohama was utterly amazing! I went there as a candidate in Xanadu, I must say that I never thought such an amazing place existed. There is /so/ much knowledge." His sheepish grin is met with a wider one of delight from the computer crafter as she nods her agreement. "You do have to be pretty good to be posted there. I would like to visit again for a few more days if I had the chance, but, I have quite a lot I want to do down here first." The suggestion gets a nod, "right. Just the ones who are interested and the ones who want to push forward in their craft, otherwise they'd be wasting our time. And it is pretty obvious which ones are dedicated and which ones are.. Simply looking for a craft in which they may slack off in." A soft tsk escapes the woman's lips as she shakes her head, disapproving of such people, obviously. "Shells, if people payed attention when they receive the basic information about the computers, you wouldn't need to be called for such things." Another tsk and a shake of her head.

Nikolas's brows lift, as Kiley speaks, perhaps seeing her in a completely different light considering the shift of expression upon his face from mild interest to rapt attention. Not for her time spent at Landing, but rather when she begins to talk about her time on the Yokohama during candidacy. "I've spent some time upon the Yokohama myself. I was recommended by the Craftmaster, but then some things came up at Eastern and I was reassigned." he says with a soft sigh. "I had only just begun to scratch the surface when I was called away. I haven't had a chance to get back there." He nods to the part about the senior apprentices. "It's good to hear that you aren't the type that bothers with those that like to waste your time. Seems more and more of the apprentices these days are looking for a laugh, rather then having any serious focus." Again, another serious nod of agreement. Had Nikolas edged just a bit closer to Kiley during this conversation? However slight, but yes. He probably wasn't even aware of it himself. "I know exactly what you mean. It's the repeated calls to fix the same simple problem time and time again that really makes me question whether or not computers themselves are being wasted on those that would be better off with some hide and a quill…"

Kiley easily brightens more when he speaks of his time in the Yokohama, her own attention on him growing more focused as her journal closes. He is the complete center of her focus and she nods, "I barely got to see all that I wanted to. I am sorry that you had to get reassigned so quickly.. Shells, I'd love to spend a lot more time there." A blissful sigh slips from her lips and the smile that lingers is one of utter delight. "Maybe you will eventually. You could request that after the project comes to an end, perhaps. If that doesn't prove that you're great, I'm not sure what will." The talk of apprentices brings the smile to fade and lips press tightly together. "Yes, I can't stand those who think this craft is just about playing games and being.. Silly. It is as serious as any other craft and just as important. People don't realize how computer can make their lives easier! The Weyrwoman here is realizing that and I will make sure that she understands her new computer perfectly." Determination is heavy in her tone and her expression. Cheeks flush as she notices the distance closing just a bit between them. "They merely need someone who understands and those who don't may as well ask someone else to do it for them to save themselves the trouble."

"I try not to let myself be too distracted," Nikolas admits, "Dwelling on the things that can't be changed, never amounted to any good." Nodding, the man shifts his weight to the opposite food, gaze becoming distant. "I can still remember the hum of the research and development lab, the smell of the sterilized equipment, the feel of the keyboard beneath my fingertips." he says, his voice taking on the sultriest of purrs the more he talks about the sensations he remembers from his time aboard the ship. Then he too, releases a long, blissful sigh, expression as if remembering a lover long since lost but never forgotten. He seems to catch his mind wandering, perhaps giving himself a mental slap in the process before he's grinning once again sheepishly at the woman before him. "Ah, sorry about that." he chuckles and tunes back in to the conversation. There is serious shift of facial features and a very severe nod, "There is time for games and there is time for work, work should be taken seriously and not carelessly disregarded. Though how anyone could not be enraptured by the complexity and endless possibilities of a string or code is beyond me." Huff. Then his broad toothy smile returns in full force, but falters as he notices the pinking of Kiley's cheeks. "Are you feeling alright, your face just now, it's changed color." As if in after thought, the man reaches out to place the palm of his hand against her forehead.

"This is very true, better deal with the things that can be changed and fixed rather than not." Kiley agrees easily, entirely cheerful while fingers play with the pages of the journal. Cheeks grow darker for the way he speaks, her own attention drawn to the sky as she listens and a soft sigh slips from her lips in remembrance of her trip. Another sigh of delight as her gaze drifts back down towards the man before her as cheeks darken a little more. "It's okay." Comes the soft whisper of reply, fingers continuing to play with the pages of the journal and suddenly looking uncertain how to face the man before her. "Yes.. I often wonder that, too.. But, sometimes things are beyond the grasp of others." Her tone remains soft, almost breathless. His question sparks the color trailing down past her cheeks and coloring her ears. A soft squeak comes out as his hand touches his forehead and color continues to creep down lower. "Y-Y-Yes.. I.. I should.. Ah. Go. Yes. Busy."

Nikolas's face takes on a measure of alarm as the color on Kiley's face continues to spread, his hand recoiling from her forehead almost instantly. "Faranth, it's getting worse." he observes, and he starts to bounce from one foot to the other as if suddenly charged to do something but isn't sure as to what. "You should see a healer, immediately. You seem to be having some sort of allergic reaction. I hope you can recall what you've eaten recently, they'll ask that." Eyes widen and the man nods sagely, before making as if he were going to escort her to the Infirmary personally, an arm reaching out to encircle her waist and hurry her off. But then he pauses, and glasses are pushed up back to the bridge of his nose. "I'm afraid I have no idea where…" he begins, voice trailing off and then he moves herding his fellow computer crafter off in the most logical direction. "Perhaps it's this way…" This is pondered, mayhaps to himself, and off they go.

Kiley shakes her head quickly in response, shaking even more with his statement. "No. No. It really isn't." She insists softly, a hand lifting briefly to her cheek in attempt to hide the coloring. "I am fine, really.. Please do not worry. It happens sometimes.. When.. Ah. Stuff, right. I'm not allergic to anything, I swear." A loud squeak comes from the woman as his arm encircles her waist. There's a quick squirm to instantly pull away and even going so far as to almost bookit away from the other computer crafter. "I'm sorry. I'm fine. I promise.. We'll meet again.. Ah. I'll.. Uh. Write. Or something. Right." And that, my friends, is how they part ways.

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