07-24-2013, 05:33 PM
[Dang, you guys, busting out all of the posts while I am at work! 
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Shoshannah proudly bore her bruises, and Grace tried hard to care about the fence and the effort put into it, though her mind wandered to other places. Good fences make good neighbors, perhaps, but something there is that doesn't love a wall (the poem went) that wants it down. Walls, fences, firewalls... She filed away an idea there, the germ of a concept. There was a story there, somewhere.
When she came back to reality, the younger woman was talking about knowledge being experiential -- one has to do to learn. Perhaps, yes. Or, you can teach a computer how to do it for you, and then go take a long nap.
Despite the mental wandering, Grace was actually paying attention to the words, if not the deeper content, and when Shoshannah got to the real interesting bit, the gears clicked into place. "Wards? What are wards?" she asked, knowing the word 'ward' but not its context. "And, yeah... I'm working on something, but it's really embarrassing. I mean, I know what good code looks like, and this is not it. Knowledge is experiential, right? Well, I'm learning a lot about how to hack things together in a really sh... uh... crappy way."
She leaned in and fake-whispered to the girl, "I'm really new." A half-smile lit one side of her face, and she continued, "I'm actually here to check out the library, so I won't embarrass myself much more, you know? But as for stuff to work on here, oh... Well, I suppose that depends on what needs doing? A local network wouldn't be bad, I don't know what you guys have though --"
Serafine's entrance tore off the end of Grace's little spiel in grandiose fashion, the woman sweeping in with her bags of 'stuff' and her presence, and a 'rock on' that made Grace's face light up even more. These little connections, drawing down the walls, these people with the mischief of spring in them.
Hawksley was next, and Grace imagined the two must go everywhere together, so alike. The house didn't seem too big anymore, filled with people and activity and a sudden surge of primal force that drew her attentions back to the man cleaning up at the sink. Huh.
And then, there were two half-naked men in the room, one with no real reason to be... "Hmm, I guess this means we do all need to take our shirts off... Or put on parkas. I guess it depends on whether you're after equality or balance."
Thankfully, there was no need for that. They left, presumably to discuss... what? Half-naked guy things? But Serafine was talking interesting again. "He healed himself? That's incredible... I did feel that, I was wondering," she said, her mind again in-gear. Magic? Well, Grace didn't think of it like that really. But a better word for it she couldn't muster. Breaking down reality's barriers (for she really is the thing that doesn't love a wall, shifting the stones out of her way), digging into the vulnerabilities, until...
Verbena? Pan? Dreamspeaker? Initiate? This is why she needed a fucking book. Hell, just a dictionary for this new jargon would be fine.
]Shoshannah proudly bore her bruises, and Grace tried hard to care about the fence and the effort put into it, though her mind wandered to other places. Good fences make good neighbors, perhaps, but something there is that doesn't love a wall (the poem went) that wants it down. Walls, fences, firewalls... She filed away an idea there, the germ of a concept. There was a story there, somewhere.
When she came back to reality, the younger woman was talking about knowledge being experiential -- one has to do to learn. Perhaps, yes. Or, you can teach a computer how to do it for you, and then go take a long nap.
Despite the mental wandering, Grace was actually paying attention to the words, if not the deeper content, and when Shoshannah got to the real interesting bit, the gears clicked into place. "Wards? What are wards?" she asked, knowing the word 'ward' but not its context. "And, yeah... I'm working on something, but it's really embarrassing. I mean, I know what good code looks like, and this is not it. Knowledge is experiential, right? Well, I'm learning a lot about how to hack things together in a really sh... uh... crappy way."
She leaned in and fake-whispered to the girl, "I'm really new." A half-smile lit one side of her face, and she continued, "I'm actually here to check out the library, so I won't embarrass myself much more, you know? But as for stuff to work on here, oh... Well, I suppose that depends on what needs doing? A local network wouldn't be bad, I don't know what you guys have though --"
Serafine's entrance tore off the end of Grace's little spiel in grandiose fashion, the woman sweeping in with her bags of 'stuff' and her presence, and a 'rock on' that made Grace's face light up even more. These little connections, drawing down the walls, these people with the mischief of spring in them.
Hawksley was next, and Grace imagined the two must go everywhere together, so alike. The house didn't seem too big anymore, filled with people and activity and a sudden surge of primal force that drew her attentions back to the man cleaning up at the sink. Huh.
And then, there were two half-naked men in the room, one with no real reason to be... "Hmm, I guess this means we do all need to take our shirts off... Or put on parkas. I guess it depends on whether you're after equality or balance."
Thankfully, there was no need for that. They left, presumably to discuss... what? Half-naked guy things? But Serafine was talking interesting again. "He healed himself? That's incredible... I did feel that, I was wondering," she said, her mind again in-gear. Magic? Well, Grace didn't think of it like that really. But a better word for it she couldn't muster. Breaking down reality's barriers (for she really is the thing that doesn't love a wall, shifting the stones out of her way), digging into the vulnerabilities, until...
Verbena? Pan? Dreamspeaker? Initiate? This is why she needed a fucking book. Hell, just a dictionary for this new jargon would be fine.