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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jan 24, 2021 23:48:58 GMT
Allan, for once, wasn’t listening for anyone as he waited for the computer screen. He was too busy cursing under his breath, eyes screwed shut as he fought the urge to just throw the computer out the window. Even its dimmest setting at this screen gave him a headache, which it hadn’t when he’d last used it. Granted, that was about six months earlier… but surely his eyes weren’t getting that bad that fast?
The screen, meanwhile, had read the disc, and was asking for instructions. Allan hadn’t been able to get past this point, having followed leads to get the password, but until he could put in the needed code to get to that screen, it did him no good whatsoever.
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Post by Kelathi on Jan 25, 2021 1:27:05 GMT
Walking quietly, again, just in case Allan had fallen asleep on the sofa, Ariane peaked into the living room. He sat with his back to her, and she could hear his muttered curses, something unseen to her, causing him distress. She soon figured out what the problem must be, as he tried to read the screen, before giving up and rubbing his eyes. "Do you need some help?" She asked, her voice accidentally sudden and loud in the silence.
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