Third Floor Common Room - Monday after classes - 06/01

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

It had been far too long since Liir had been in a kitchen, and by that we mean he'd been out of one for more than a day. After the somewhat startling experience Sunday, well, he was quite prepared to settle into a bit of normality and get himself covered in flour. Makejoy stayed out of the kitchen as she'd been trained, flopped at the edge of the carpet to watch her very silly daddy work.

Nonetheless, as silly as he was, he'd decided to make something that smelled rather delicious, so if someone else happened to wander by, well, Liir certainly wouldn't blame them for grabbing a few off the plate whether they stayed or not.

Next, of course, there was soup to get to, but all in good time...

[open common room is open and much like the dark side, has cookies][mun doing laundry for a bit]

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir figured he'd guessed right and ended up grinning before he started in on the soup.

"Liir. And I'm glad you like them."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"The future is filled with prepackaged everything," Valentine said, "so these are really kind of a treat."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you're ever hungry, do feel free to come by," he said as he began neatening the counter from all the baking supplies.

"And take as many as you like."

He turned to lean against the edge of the counter.

"I'm from, well, a different place entirely, to be frank, but it's pretty much in the past, though I've gotten used to the tik tokishness."

In some respects. In others, not so much.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Considering that Valentine was nibbling on her fifth already, Liir hardly had to invite her to help herself, so that was good that he didn't really mind.

"Tik tokishness?" she repeated, with a grin that said that she liked the sound of that. "You mean machinery, right?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"Not specifically. Not everything that's modern is tik tokishness. It's a bit more than that."

He picked up one of the cookies himself and took a bite, pleased with his work.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine's head tilted a little. "What would be an example of non-mechanic tik tokishness, then?" It still just put to her mind all cogs and wheels and clockwork, though, and made her want to fiddle with things.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"A phone, for instance, or a train. An oven... most of it isn't tik tokish. It's things like dishwashers and clotheswashers and that sort of things," he said, with obvious distaste.

He put his arms on the counter and rocked back with a quirk of his lips.

"Anything that does what a person does, as if they were a person. Back home there are proper tik toks, little automatons, and they're not well trusted by any number of people. I know for a fact one's killed before."

Well, he couldn't see Elphaba lying about it, especially so vehemently.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Ah! Artificial intelligence, then," Valentine said, with a grin, "primitively speaking."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He agreed with a quick nod while he pulled out the sausages.

"Exactly. We call them tik toks. Some of them are a little more advanced than what I've seen here. Almost like... droids? I think that's what they're called?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine nodded a little. "I've heard them called that, too. Short for androids, I suspect."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know," he told her as he prepped the chicken.

"I'm no Unionist, but it still gives me trouble sometime. Do you have that sort of thing where you're from?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Not in the form of androids, no, but there's a lot of artificial intelligence in some of our military programs. That's all mostly Battle School stuff, though."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Battle School?"

That sounded, well, different.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine nodded a little. "Battle School," she said. "It's exactly how it sounds, only it's in space. Where I'm from, children were scouted out for their elligability for Battle School, and, if they were deemed to be made of the stuff of quality soldiers, they were sent to train in military fighting and strategy to fight against the Formics, an alien race that, until a little over a year ago, threatened humankind."

In a nutshell.