Drizzt Asks Important Questions

[naturaltwohands]

This is Drizzt Do'Urden, and I have a simple question: what does one do in Liminal Space beside read books? It is too small to have anything left to explore, unless one tries to scale the wall.

[He does not sound frustrated, but in a good general mood. Drizzt seems more amused about it than anything, and he figures someone will have a good answer for him.]

I ask because I am afraid boredom begins to strike at my heart with my blades still for so long, and I need something more to combat it properly. Perhaps one of you has advice?

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Why is this thread so damn cute

[naturaltwohands]

"Later, though," Drizzt tilts his head at it, squinting as he tries to understand what is being done on it. "I'm afraid I wish to ask a few dozen or more questions on what you are doing now."

they can be dorks free of consequences!

[failgoyle]

Jules laughs. "Oh, sure, sure." He's tapping away happily at the computer. Occasionally, the arm will twitch. "I'm making a lot of progress, anyway..."

Yes, that is entirely it.

[naturaltwohands]

Drizzt looks at the keyboard, then looks at the screen, then looks at the keyboard. Specifically, he looks at how Jules hands are moving across it. Then he grins wide in delight, suddenly understanding one thing just a little bit more.

"Your words are appearing on the screen!"

[failgoyle]

"Oh!" This is the most obvious thing in the world to Jules, and it is easy for him to forget that this too would be a new thing. "See, I hit the letter here..." He pushes a button on the keyboard. "And then it comes up there."

[naturaltwohands]

Drizzt follows the movement with a grin of wide awe, glancing up at the screen then down again. "It--"

He stares at it, realizing what he's seeing all the more. "You can remove things just as easily? I saw you do it earlier!"

This drow's mind is blown. Completely blown.

[failgoyle]

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Jules reaches out and hits the Backspace button. "Like that." He opens up another window, this one to a word processor. "You want to try?"

[naturaltwohands]

"Can I?" Drizzt looks back up to Jules, eyes wide in curiosity. "You do not mind the delay in your work?"

[failgoyle]

"Nah." Jules shrugs and passes the laptop over. "It's not like it's time-sensitive or anything. Just something I'm messing around with."

[naturaltwohands]

Drizzt suddenly has a computer deposited in his lap, and he just stares at it in awe. It takes him a few moments before he starts hunting and pecking with his index fingers, just to try it. Drizzt watches in wonder as words slowly appear on the screen: 'hello, i am drizzt.'.

"How do I write capital letters?" Drizzt looks down at the keyboard in confusion. "And what are those things above the comma and period?"

[failgoyle]

"...you can shift the letters to capital by holding down this one, see?" Jules decides not to show Drizzt cruise control for cool, instead showing him how the shift key works. "And those are...I think they're called brackets? They're used in code and stuff. Like what I'm using to talk to the arm."

[naturaltwohands]

Drizzt nods, remembering how Jules held down the key and typed another before. He takes a moment to look over the keyboard fully and get a better grasp of the layout. After a moment, he types 'Hello, I am Drizzt.' properly, then smiles over to Jules with a nod.

Then, he's back to looking at the keyboard again. "Why do some of the squares have two symbols? And other words?"

[failgoyle]

"Well, the ones with words do specific tasks, and the ones with other symbols, you use 'shift' to switch between the two." Jules illustrates this with the one and the exclamation point.

[naturaltwohands]

"This is so much to remember, but I believe I understand the 'Shift' at least," Drizzt stares at it, but he's also grinning. "You used your hands differently--is that a technique to use these things faster?"

[failgoyle]

"Yeah." Jules nods and types a little to show Drizzt how it's done. "You learn how to type like this, by memory, and it's way faster than hunting and pecking."

[naturaltwohands]

Hunting and pecking--the description makes him snort with amusement. It's quite descriptive. He watches curiously.

"It looks complicated--like almost learning a new way of writing entirely," Drizzt muses, then laughs. "Because it is, I suppose!!"

[failgoyle]

"Pretty much, yeah," Jules says, "They teach you how in school, and there are games and stuff to help people learn."

[naturaltwohands]

Drizzt pauses for a moment to try to comprehend it, and then he laughs a bit. "Games to learn? That sounds wonderful. I would like to go to a school like that sometime."

[failgoyle]

Jules laughs. "They didn't do the games very often. It was just a lot of listening to people talk, really."

[naturaltwohands]

"What was it like?" Drizzt asks, mind already wandering back to his youth--except a youth altered, happier, more full of love, as he tries to puzzle out what a school of a goodly race might be like.

[failgoyle]

"You'd wake up too early in the morning, sit there and listen to people drone on and on about some stuff you'd cared about and a lot of stuff you didn't, have a lab class if you were lucky--that's where you'd get to do stuff instead of just listen--have lunch, have...gym..." There's a shudder at gym class. Gym class was hell for a gawky nerd like him.

[naturaltwohands]

"It sounds worlds better than the school I attended," Drizzt states, his grin growing a bit weaker. "Mindless propaganda in the morning, training in battle in the afternoon, chores throughout the day and until we slept."

[failgoyle]

"Oh, we had the mindless propaganda in the mornings, with announcements and school spirit and the Pledge of Allegiance and stuff." Jules shrugs. "You'd learn to ignore it. But the closest thing we had to training in battle was just gym class. That's why gym class was awful."

[naturaltwohands]

Drizzt hardly calls that propaganda, just silliness. "What was so awful about gym class?"

[failgoyle]

"The jocks." Jules shudders. "The jocks, man, the jocks." He says this as though Drizzt should know exactly what this manner of foul beast is.

[naturaltwohands]

"The jocks?" Drizzt has no clue at all, looking utterly perplexed.