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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 15:54:27 GMT -5
::Despite the "no," the clarification told Odin that yes, for the basis of his question, this was her first time on her own, which meant she was a freshman. That complicated matters, as he could remember what it had been for him, despite how many years had passed already. His eyes met hers, clear blue eyes thoughtful.:: "Have you given any thought to trying something out of character, to see if it sparks greater interest?"
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 15:59:21 GMT -5
Tilting her head in interest, she smiled again. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 16:03:47 GMT -5
::Odin continued to meet her eyes while he tried to explain further. He didn't have his mentor's ability to inspire people, nor did he have his oration skills or his charisma. He only had his knowledge of the English language to get across his ideas.:: "You know what bores you; you don't know what interests you. Have you tried doing something very different from what bores you, to see if it might lead to interest down the line?"
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 16:09:24 GMT -5
Monet thought about it. She had always depended on what was supposed to entertain her, or what entertained her friends. Her brow creased dramatically at the thought that was produced. "It seems like everything bores me." She said to him, a slight urgency in her voice, as if her boredom might be a terminal condition.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 16:13:41 GMT -5
::This was theoretical to Odin, as he had suffered the opposite problem in life; everything fascinated him. Or nearly everything, as most social cues had been beyond his interest during his formative years. He finished his rum and set the glass down, still in thought, as it could be a social-condition; neither a psychologist nor a member of any elite socio-economic group, he could only make the barest guess.:: "That sounds to me as though you haven't broken out of confinement, either by behavior patterns or something else."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 16:21:04 GMT -5
Monet pouted slightly and turned her gaze, not focusing on anything. She slumped a little, at a total loss. She downed the rest of her drink. She wasn't sure what he meant but didn't want to look any more ignorant than she already did.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 16:25:14 GMT -5
::The abrupt breaking of eye contact was somewhat surprising,and Odin surmised he had either lost her or offended her. The rest of her body language...the slumping, the unfocused gaze, told him the former, rather than the latter, which was better; he never meant to offend.
The smoke from the fog machines had clouded the air a bit, turning his lenses filthy...again. Slipping them off, he wiped them down with a tissue from his pocket.:: "Have you ever worked with your hands? Created something you could call your own?"
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 16:28:49 GMT -5
Monet was already sinking into the depths of self pity. In a distracted way, she answered, "No. I'm not very creative." She happened to glance at him and was startled by his eyes, which had been obscured by the glasses until now. It wasn't much, but it snapped her attention back to him.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 16:33:03 GMT -5
::Odin continued to wipe his lenses, his thumb moving circularly over the tissue. Her attention came back to him, he could tell from the blurred position of her face. Her remark and tone were ones of defeat, to which he couldn't relate. He was always striving further.:: "I could teach you to build a little robot, if you'd like."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 16:40:54 GMT -5
Monet couldn't help but smile. "Really?" She asked, equal parts fascinated and amused. She had never met anyone like Odin before. He didn't seem at all affected by her, the way men usually were. Something about that was refreshing. And now he was telling her he could show her how to build a little robot. When he said 'something with your hands,' she had pictured painting or sculpting or making a birdhouse. A robot?
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 16:46:11 GMT -5
::Odin nodded in confirmation of that, and replaced the glasses on the bridge of his nose, blinking once to readjust to having his sight restored.:: "It wouldn't be anything too complicated, but it could move and respond to sound cues."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 16:48:42 GMT -5
Monet was amused to no end over this. "Are you serious?" She asked suspiciously. She didn't want to agree to build a little robot only to have it turn out to be a joke. Then she realized that she was seriously considering learning to build a little robot. She shook her head and gestured for the bartender.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 16:51:13 GMT -5
::Odin quirked his eyebrow at the question. To him, it was a serious matter, as he had never been one to lead another on. Joke? Certainly, and his sense of humor was a peculiar one. But never leading other people on.:: "I'd need to make a supply run this week to get the circuits, but it's easy enough. Yes, I'm serious."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 17:08:10 GMT -5
Monet laughed, not at Odin or his suggestion, but at the idea of making a robot. She couldn't get over it. When the bartender neared, she said, "Another, please," through her laughter. She turned back to Odin, now painfully aware of his eyes. She smiled to him and said with a confident nod, "I think I'd really like to learn how to make a little robot, Odin. Thank you."
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 17:12:52 GMT -5
"You're welcome," ::Odin said sincerely. He turned to the bartender for a moment, and added,:: "Make that two, please."
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