[SEMI-OPEN] AUGUST POST

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Redbright Institute
Mid-Late August, open to Redbright affiliates.

[Redbright has a new IT tech, and at the moment he's pretty enthusiastic about his new role. Anything has got to be more interesting than his last role, especially this. He's ready and willing to help out with any technological problem someone might have, right down to the most basic (though he'd certainly appreciate anything more challenging).

He has a phone line too if someone would rather reach him that way.]

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[Anything else. Hit me up on technobabbled or PM me to plot things.]

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CLOSED: Connor Walsh

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[Oliver has kept in contact with Connor while he's been gone, but now it's coming down to seeing him again in person he can't help but feel a little nervous. What if things are weird(er) between them now he's been gone a while? What if they just don't click anymore?

He's tried to make things as normal as possible, like it hasn't been more than a month since they last saw each other, but ordering in from one of their regular pizza places can only do so much. When the buzzer for his apartment goes he can only hope it's Connor rather than their dinner. Having their food be cold by the time Connor gets here wouldn't put them off to a good start.]

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Hey.

[ if connor looked stressed before oliver left, it's doubly so now. this whole surprise yer a werewolf connor thing wasn't off to a great start. he's tired of existing at this point and would really rather just sleep it all off, but his heart still races when oliver invites him over.

so maybe he's got it pretty bad for him ]

How was your trip? You look like you're still in one piece.

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Yeah. It was good. [A little stressful, but it's done him good in the end. He's enjoyed it.] Are you all right? You look...

[Not great if he's being honest.]

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Work is hectic.

[he lets himself into oliver's apartment and practically melts into the couch as soon as he gets there. he regrets lying to oliver; he can't keep it up forever and it'll only make it harder to tell him when he's ready. but the web of lies was so tangled at this point it ways almost hard not to.]

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Okay. [It's believable at least, though doesn't exactly put his mind at rest. He shuts the door behind Connor, following him over to the couch.]

Well, at least you have tonight off.

[Then again, it's not unusual for Connor to need something work related for him when he comes over. Oliver invited him, but it's also been a while. It wouldn't be that strange if he did need him to hack something.]

Right?

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Yeah.

[ he manages a smile, or as close to an honest one he can get ]

Tonight is just you, me, and the Thornbirds or whatever thrilling entertainment you have in mind.

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Don't make fun of the Thornbirds.

[He's grinning though. He knows Connor enjoyed it, and even if he hadn't he appreciates that he was willing to give it a shot for him. That he ended up seeming to like it too is just a bonus. Hopefully by the end of tonight he'll be able to smile a little more genuinely. He looks like he's long overdue for some relaxation.]

Have you ever seen Magic Mike?

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[ wow, oliver, you actually managed to surprise connor with that. he stifles a laugh ]

Like Magic Mike about male strippers Magic Mike?

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[He'd been thinking of something more along his usual lines, but that laugh definitely made trying to be a little less predictable worth it.]

Come on. You can't tell me you don't want to see that.

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I mean, I do.

[this is connor we're talking about. channing tatum might not be his go to body type but (mostly) naked guys were (mostly) naked guys.]

I'm just surprised you do.

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It's not that weird. I like looking at hot guys too.

[That, and judging by the ratings it's got it's actually decent.]

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Let's do it before you change your mind.

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[He rolls his eyes, though he does grab the remote for the TV to turn it on.]

I'm not going to change my mind.

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Great. It'll be fun.

[he scoots a little closer to oliver. don't mind him.]

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[He's honestly a little relieved that Connor still wants to be close to him. He fails to bite back the smile as he sets things up.]

I ordered pizza. Do you want to wait for that to arrive, or...?

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I'm pretty sure we're not going to be on the edge of our seat with the plot.

[so the pizza distraction wouldn't matter. they could start watching it now.]

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Probably not.

[And if the delivery guy wants judge his choice of movie, it's not like you can see the screen from the door anyway. He hits play, settling back in his seat. Possibly with a slight lean towards Connor.]

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[ connor definitely is not about to complain that oliver is getting closer to him. at least there's still trailers to talk through before the movie starts ]

Did you take care of everything you needed? While you were there?

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[He'd been starting to feel relaxed, but the question's an uncomfortable reminder that his time away wasn't entirely a vacation.]

Yeah. I mean, we talked. We'll get there.

[signare]

[If Oliver thought that this new position wasn't going to be a challenge, then he hadn't met the likes of a certain Professor Thomas Nightingale yet. Who happens to come knocking on his door this fateful August afternoon. Or the doorframe, if the door happens to be open. Perhaps they've met before. Perhaps they haven't. Either way, Oliver is in for a rare treat in attempting to help Nightingale. Which is to say that the man is technically (though he only looks in his lower fourties at best) old enough to be Oliver's great-grandfather. Perhaps even one more generation removed than that. To say that Nightingale and technology do not mix would be putting it mildly.]

Excuse me...?

Shoot, I totally thought I'd replied. Sorry!

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[Oliver looks up from his screen as he enters, sitting up a little straighter.]

Hey. Can I help you?

no problem, i've been swamped at work lately so i'm sorry i'm slow myself ;3;

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[Nightingale attempts to compose himself in a manner of someone who knows what the hell he is talking about, but he really doesn't have the faintest idea.]

I have, ehm. There is an issue. And I could use some, ah. Expertise...

[Prepare yourself, a five-year-old could probably have resolved this issue. But Nightingale is not a five-year-old. He's more pushing one-hundred and five at this point...]

That's okay!

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[Oliver's no stranger to having to resolve basic computer problems, even ones he thinks are painfully simple, but he's excited for his new role. He's looking forward for the chance to prove himself to someone probably far more interesting than he is.

Even so, he's not quite skilled enough he can resolve Nightingale's problem without knowing what it is first.]

Okay. What exactly is it?

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Ah. Well, you see, there's a... [Nightingale trails off, making a vague gesture that may as well mean anything before dropping his hands to his side as he realizes he's helping nothing and decides to instead continue to say:]

To be quite honest, it might be rather better if I show you.

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[He can't even begin to guess what his issue might be, so instead he nods, waiting to find out.]

Yeah. Sure.