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Victor's entire birthday celebration this year had consisted of two jelly donuts at J,GoBs, and he was totally fine with that. First, because he was turning 19, and that wasn't really a big birthday no matter how you looked at it -- he'd been legally old enough to vote for a year, but wouldn't be able to buy a beer to celebrate for two more. (It also made him feel like a little bit of a dumbass, still being in high school at 19. Though he figured spending a year in an underground teen crimefighting gang would put a lot of people off-schedule.)

Second, it was a pretty arbitrary date. Maybe it was literally the day he was made, maybe Ultron had just picked a month and a day at random. Wherever it had come from, it wasn't like he was even the ghost of an idea on February 16, 1995.

Isabelle had called off their date on account of kids, and Victor had no particular other plans for the day. (He also had no kids this year -- a fact that he had decidedly mixed feelings about.) He'd gotten a couple birthday greetings on Facebook, and he spent some time thanking people before settling down with his physics textbook. Science was his birthday party this year.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]

Date: 2014-02-17 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
Eleanor didn't mean to be nosy; she was simply wandering the halls, unwilling to stay cooped up in her room, and not especially wanting to visit with any of her friends' new children, either.

She saw Victor through the door crack and remembered that she had yet to stop in at his workplace, so he could explain the Internet to her.

Impulsively, she knocked.

(if it's not too late?)

Date: 2014-02-17 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
"Hi," she said, feeling a touch uncertain. She wasn't exactly sure of the protocol of just ... knocking on people's doors. Making friends. Any of it. "I'm sorry. You weren't busy, were you?"

She offered him a wry smile. "I mean, not so busy that you don't mind being disturbed."

Date: 2014-02-17 06:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
"That's why I'm avoiding the common rooms," Eleanor admitted, as she stepped through the doorway. "Entirely too many loud and tiny people swarming about. Were you skipped, too?"

It shouldn't bother her -- she had expected it, really -- and yet it did.

"I am pleased that I outrank thermodynamics," she added.

Date: 2014-02-17 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
"I'll keep that in mind," Eleanor laughed. "No knocking on your door if you're knee-deep in entropy."

She gave him a curious glance for the rest of it. "So it varies?" she asked. "These aren't the set, decided future? I thought perhaps ..."

That it had been a message, of sorts. One she didn't particularly like to hear.

Date: 2014-02-18 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
"I don't know what I believe," Eleanor admitted. "I've never really thought about it before. How would ..."

She frowned, catching up. "A guy friend of yours. So the children were adopted, or ... aren't constrained to the realm of biological possibilities?"

(sorry, was at work!)

Date: 2014-02-18 03:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
Eleanor was going to be grateful for a moment that she hadn't had any clones of herself show up. That would somehow have been worse than no kids at all.

"I feel like that applies to so much of the island," she mused. "Many things you don't want to think about too hard, or your brain starts trying to devour itself."

Date: 2014-02-18 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
"I haven't much idea what's weird and what isn't," she said, apologetically. "I grew up ... in an unusual sort of place. And I'm only a few decades behind, but they seem to have been very eventful decades. Suddenly everyone has mobile phones that play sophisticated games, and all the computers talk to one another."

Date: 2014-02-18 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
"I absolutely do," Eleanor said. "If you don't mind. I don't want to keep you from fluid dynamics, even if they are less dull than thermodynamics. So why are all of these computers talking to one another, anyway?"

Date: 2014-02-18 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
"I think so," Eleanor said. "You tack a message up and anyone can reply. It's like calling in to a central location and saying 'I like ice cream, who else?' and then calling back to see who else has contributed. I imagine it wouldn't take long for social groups to emerge."

Date: 2014-02-19 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com
"So ..." Eleanor was trying to follow along. "Now everybody joins groups so they can passionately argue about whose ice cream flavor is best? That ..."

Well.

"Actually, that ... sounds like something people would do."

Human nature being what it was, and all.

"The ... dirty stories, about the ice cream, is that just a metaphor?" she asked, hopefully.

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