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fandomhighdorms2007-10-05 09:11 am
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Dorm computer lab: Thursday evening
Karal was in the computer lab. Much as he distrusted the machines, he couldn’t do his assignment for Professor Stinson's class without one.
He'd figured out how to find music, and how to 'torrent' - though what it had to do with water, he was still trying to figure out - and couldn't believe how generous people were, sharing what they had with others out of the goodness of their hearts.
He would have been greatly distressed to discover it was less than legal.
After a few hours, regularly interspersed with moments of absolute horror at some of what he found, he was finally satisfied, and followed the instructions with painstaking care to burn it to a compact disc.
Which is when the world suddenly went funny and he fell off the chair. Yelping, he scrambled to his feet - all four of them - and backed up until he hit the wall, whereupon he yelped again, scrambled forward, tail tucked between his legs, ran straight into the chair, knocking it and himself flying, and finally ended up in a tangled heap.
Oh, glory. What now? He craned his head around to examine himself. Wonderful.
Karal managed to get to his feet, shook himself all over and, as instinct took over, started to gnaw on the chair in frustration.
It wasn't long before it was reduced to slobbery bit parts, and then Karal was Karal again, sitting in the middle of the chair wreckage, feeling oddly satisfied.
His discs had finished burning, so he hid the chair remnants and then fled back to his room before anything else could happen.
[ooc: just establishy for Karal, but open for all your one-chair-down, possibly dingo-haired computer lab needs!]
He'd figured out how to find music, and how to 'torrent' - though what it had to do with water, he was still trying to figure out - and couldn't believe how generous people were, sharing what they had with others out of the goodness of their hearts.
He would have been greatly distressed to discover it was less than legal.
After a few hours, regularly interspersed with moments of absolute horror at some of what he found, he was finally satisfied, and followed the instructions with painstaking care to burn it to a compact disc.
Which is when the world suddenly went funny and he fell off the chair. Yelping, he scrambled to his feet - all four of them - and backed up until he hit the wall, whereupon he yelped again, scrambled forward, tail tucked between his legs, ran straight into the chair, knocking it and himself flying, and finally ended up in a tangled heap.
Oh, glory. What now? He craned his head around to examine himself. Wonderful.
Karal managed to get to his feet, shook himself all over and, as instinct took over, started to gnaw on the chair in frustration.
It wasn't long before it was reduced to slobbery bit parts, and then Karal was Karal again, sitting in the middle of the chair wreckage, feeling oddly satisfied.
His discs had finished burning, so he hid the chair remnants and then fled back to his room before anything else could happen.
[ooc: just establishy for Karal, but open for all your one-chair-down, possibly dingo-haired computer lab needs!]